"Edward Valentine, you come back her this instant!" Faye yelled,
chasing her new child down the narrow aisles of the store.
"C'mon, Faye-momma!" Ed cheered, giggling and clutching Faye's purse tighter to her chest. "You can catch Ed! Yay!" In the three weeks since Faye had adopted her, the orange-haired teen had reverted back to the way she had been upon joining the Bebop crew.
"I'm serious this time!" Faye shouted, stopping and pointing to the ground in front of her. "You! Here! Now!"
Ed skidded to a halt, turning around in the process. "Does Edward half to, Faye-momma?" She asked, putting on her best innocent little girl face.
"Yes."
Ed reluctantly surrendered the purse, looking as sad as she could manage until Faye took her hand and led her to a computer store.
"This year, you can pick out your present. Merry Christmas."
"Does Faye-momma mean it?" Ed asked, her face lighting up. "Edward can pick her own present this year?" Not that Faye and Jet hadn't given her appropriate presents, like the hacking software, the games, or the new terminal info port, but Ed had never been able to pick out her own anything before, except clothes.
"Of course, you silly goose." Faye said, freeing one hand to give her daughter a slight shove into the store. "Here. Feel free to max this card out." She continued, holding out a cash card while Jet just stood there staring.
~Women. ~ He thought sourly, turning and wandering into a munitions store nearby. ~I'll never understand them. ~
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Nothing seemed right. Everything was wrong. She couldn't remember. Her name, her home, her family and friends, it was all lost to her. She was only conscious of a wrenching feeling in her chest, and a pain in her left arm that had knocked her feet from under her. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, could barely move.
~Faye. ~ She thought, forcing the words through the fog encasing her mind. ~My name is Faye. ~
Those around the dark-haired woman swore later that she kept whispering a name, probably that of a husband or boyfriend. It had sounded something like 'Ed,' or 'Ned.'
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Faye's eyes fluttered open, showing a stark, sterile white ceiling. A hospital ceiling. A flash of orange caught her eye, and she looked to her right to find Ed sitting there, crying softly.
"W-whatcha. cryin' for, kiddo?" Faye asked weakly.
"F-faye-momma?" Ed asked, quickly wiping her face.
"The one and only."
"Faye-momma, you're okay!"
"Of course. I can't leave you on your own after going through all the trouble of adopting you." Faye said in as casual a manner as she could manage. "What happened, anyway?" She asked curiously, sliding into a position closer to sitting.
"Faye-momma had a heart attack, the doctor said."
"A heart attack? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Ms. Spiegel." A doctor said, walking in. A warning look from Ed told Faye that the choice of name had not been a mistake. "In fact, it was a particularly serious one. It's a wonder you're even alive right now. You must be a very strong woman." He smiled, patting her shoulder. "In fact, you'll probably be out of here within a week, if nothing goes wrong."
"So Faye-momma will be okay now?" Ed asked, assuming a bright-eyed, trusting expression.
"Of course she will, Miss Edward."
"Edward is so happy!" Ed exclaimed, throwing her arms around Faye, who hugged the teen back without any obvious hesitation.
"C'mon, Faye-momma!" Ed cheered, giggling and clutching Faye's purse tighter to her chest. "You can catch Ed! Yay!" In the three weeks since Faye had adopted her, the orange-haired teen had reverted back to the way she had been upon joining the Bebop crew.
"I'm serious this time!" Faye shouted, stopping and pointing to the ground in front of her. "You! Here! Now!"
Ed skidded to a halt, turning around in the process. "Does Edward half to, Faye-momma?" She asked, putting on her best innocent little girl face.
"Yes."
Ed reluctantly surrendered the purse, looking as sad as she could manage until Faye took her hand and led her to a computer store.
"This year, you can pick out your present. Merry Christmas."
"Does Faye-momma mean it?" Ed asked, her face lighting up. "Edward can pick her own present this year?" Not that Faye and Jet hadn't given her appropriate presents, like the hacking software, the games, or the new terminal info port, but Ed had never been able to pick out her own anything before, except clothes.
"Of course, you silly goose." Faye said, freeing one hand to give her daughter a slight shove into the store. "Here. Feel free to max this card out." She continued, holding out a cash card while Jet just stood there staring.
~Women. ~ He thought sourly, turning and wandering into a munitions store nearby. ~I'll never understand them. ~
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Nothing seemed right. Everything was wrong. She couldn't remember. Her name, her home, her family and friends, it was all lost to her. She was only conscious of a wrenching feeling in her chest, and a pain in her left arm that had knocked her feet from under her. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, could barely move.
~Faye. ~ She thought, forcing the words through the fog encasing her mind. ~My name is Faye. ~
Those around the dark-haired woman swore later that she kept whispering a name, probably that of a husband or boyfriend. It had sounded something like 'Ed,' or 'Ned.'
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Faye's eyes fluttered open, showing a stark, sterile white ceiling. A hospital ceiling. A flash of orange caught her eye, and she looked to her right to find Ed sitting there, crying softly.
"W-whatcha. cryin' for, kiddo?" Faye asked weakly.
"F-faye-momma?" Ed asked, quickly wiping her face.
"The one and only."
"Faye-momma, you're okay!"
"Of course. I can't leave you on your own after going through all the trouble of adopting you." Faye said in as casual a manner as she could manage. "What happened, anyway?" She asked curiously, sliding into a position closer to sitting.
"Faye-momma had a heart attack, the doctor said."
"A heart attack? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Ms. Spiegel." A doctor said, walking in. A warning look from Ed told Faye that the choice of name had not been a mistake. "In fact, it was a particularly serious one. It's a wonder you're even alive right now. You must be a very strong woman." He smiled, patting her shoulder. "In fact, you'll probably be out of here within a week, if nothing goes wrong."
"So Faye-momma will be okay now?" Ed asked, assuming a bright-eyed, trusting expression.
"Of course she will, Miss Edward."
"Edward is so happy!" Ed exclaimed, throwing her arms around Faye, who hugged the teen back without any obvious hesitation.