"Edward- Edward, come back here!" said Faye, grabbing the back of the girl's shirt just in time.
Her captive, who had been attempting to join some other children, scowled sullenly but ceased struggling. She knew better than to defy Faye, especially when the older woman was in such a good mood.
"Look at this." Faye commanded, pulling a training bra off the rack. (A/N: *wince* I know, I know. What if I said I was sorry?)
Edward stuck her tongue out in distaste.
Faye ignored Edward's expression and held the little bra up to her. "I think it would fit. Go try it on."
Edward's face went from slightly put- out to mulish. "Edward does not want to."
"I didn't ask if you wanted to." Faye pointed out. "Just try it on! Trying it on doesn't mean you have to wear it around the Bebop- which is where you spend most of your time, anyway."
Edward paused a moment in thought.
"I have to wear one." Faye slyly reminded her.
"All right." Edward poutily conceded. "But you have to get Edward something good, too."
"All right, all right." Faye hastily echoed. "Now hurry up!"
*
The saleslady smiled at the pair before her. "You and your daughter look so nice together!"
Faye started. "My- my what?"
The saleslady now looked slightly embarrassed. "Or is she your sister?"
"We're not related." Faye hurriedly assured her, while Edward sang, "Sister, blister! Blister, boil, snake, coil!"
"Oh. Well, you certainly make a pretty pair." the saleslady recovered.
"Thanks." Faye replied, her dour tone making it clear that she wasn't entirely sure the comment was a compliment.
Edward quit singing. "Remember, Faye- Faye, you have to get Edward something good."
"Yeah, yeah, all right." Faye agreed, still needled by the saleslady's mistake.
*
Spike raised his eyebrows. "That's quite a bra you've got there."
Faye's glare couldn't penetrate the boxes blocking it, a fact she sorely regretted. "Well, we had to get some other stuff, too."
"Faye- Faye got Edward something good!" the girl crowed, scooping Ein up and whirling him around.
Spike shot Faye a half- apprehensive look, remembering all too well what happened when Faye promised Edward 'something good.'
Faye couldn't see him through the boxes, though, so instead of answering his silent query she took the packages to her room.
Spike followed. "'Something good?'"
Faye set the packages down and turned to him with a huff. "Something good. She wanted some treats for Ein and parts for the Tomato."
Spike's curiosity turned from wary to lazy. "What's the rest of it?" he asked, lounging against her doorframe.
"Mostly clothes." she admitted. "For me." she added, half- defensively.
Spike snickered the slightest bit.
"What?"
He swept his hand downward, indicating her skimpy yellow outfit. "I don't see why you bother buying clothes, since it doesn't seem like you like wearing them."
Faye growled, grabbed her pillow, and chased him out of the room with it.
Jet, reclining on the couch and who had done nothing more than raise his eyebrows at Faye and Edward's entrance, raised his eyebrows again at the sight the two other "adult" members of his crew. Spike, still smirking, was running from Faye, who had a disturbing grimace of rage on her face and periodically took swipes at him with the pillow she still had in a death grip.
Spike leapt over his partner's head and turned to give Faye a smile. "C'mon, Faye!"
Faye's eyes narrowed dangerously and she jumped after him, growling.
Jet sighed as he watched them go. Some people just never grew up… I think I'll spare myself seeing my ship half- destroyed and go work on my bonsais.
I know it seems a little uncharacteristic of Spike to play with Faye like that, but do you remember in the movie, where they think she's contagious and she chases them around the room? Enjoy; I think I'm going to wind this up pretty soon, in a couple more chapters. Cookies to: Jim Hawking Jr., PimpinSatan, and Soranji- chan.