The Vengeance on Faye Valentine

By Fantasy Cat

Disclaimer: I own Sam and that's all ya need to know.

Chapter Three: When Cravings Go Mad

"ARRGH!" Faye burst into her bedroom and flopped her back onto the bed. "WHY IS THIS WHOLE WORLD AGAINST ME?!!!" The family she lost, the loneliness she bore, the debts she never owed, a kid she never really wanted on the way, and then there's the humiliation. Faye was too angry at the world to cry as much as she wanted to. She felt as if she reached the bottom for the millionth time.

"Smile, Faye-Faye," came a familiar high voice from one side of her bed. She wanted to turn to tell Ed to get out but she felt as if she couldn't move anymore. Ed got on the bed to look at a miserable looking Faye. "Why sad so Faye-Faye?"

"Go ask Spike. He knows why my life is hell, and yet he doesn't give a damn."

"Don't Faye-Faye like baby?"

"Baby? Oh, Ed do I look like the type of mom for any kid, let alone you?"

"Ed like Faye-Faye mommy."

"Oh God, I need a drink." Faye left Ed on the bed as she slowly made her way into the kitchen to find some whiskey. As she finished pouring a class, Jet just had to stroll in.

"Hold on a minute!" Jet roared seemingly. "Are you off your rocker? Are you really gonna pump your kid with some Jing Mao Classic Whiskey*?!"

"Well, it's not like I'm gonna yank it out with a hook like some prostitute!"

"Look, Faye. I know you're not crazy about being a mom. Spike and I aren't either. I mean…it's going to definitely put a cramp in our bounty-hunting career. Plus, it's hell expensive."

"Yeah," she said trying to resist reaching for the whiskey filled glass. "I'm sure he'd love hanging around criminals all his life." Faye dropped her head on the table. Jet came to take the whiskey glass from her, but her right hand was holding it tight. He managed to yank it out.

"You know, Faye. We could always try putting the kid up for adoption. We could go to Mars, you could have the kid their and hope some rich infertiles will pick him up."

Faye looked up quickly with a smile. "Will I get money?!!!!"

"Don't push your luck, woman. We'll know in due time if there are super benefits."

"Hey Jet? I'm curious about something?"

"I'm scared to know what it is?" said Jet sarcastically.

"When you told Spike that I was pregnant, and I am going to kill you for that…how did he respond?"

"How did he respond?…HAHAHA!!! Oh man! Now, I can read faces really well, I mean cigarettes don't fall out of your mouth while your smoking them. I could see the shock in his eyes."

"And what about Vicious?"

"Now, that I couldn't read well. He said he would talk to you about it when you came over, but you had to leave the party early didn't ya."

"That ass! Both of you! Ever since I got out of the syndicate, all I have been is insulted." Faye started heading back for her room again. "And if Spike wants to know anything you can tell him I'll be right here."

Jet groaned with frustration. "So…where's the kid gonna go?"

"I say that our lives will be normal again the sooner he's out of here and someplace else…far, far, away." 'I just wish I could say the same for everyone else,' she thought

"Alright," Jet shrugged his shoulders. He noticed Faye was panting for some reason. "Mom pains getting to yah already?" Jet chuckled.

"No! I need a smoke and I can't have one!!! What about gum, is there any gum?"

"Not around here."

Faye turned to see Ed walked in and she noticed that Ed was chewing on something. "IS THAT GUM?!!!"

"Uh-huh. Wanna see Ed do bubbles?"

"I'd rather have the gum!!!" Faye leapt at Ed and she gave out a scream. "AAAHH!" Ed sped of from Faye and Ein joined up with them. Jet took a drink of the whiskey glass as Faye chased the hacker and dog all over the ship. "Give me the gum, Ed!!!"

Somewhere unknown…

"So Spike escaped from death…again. He's much luckier than someone I once knew. I'll just have to try again, and then I will have justice."

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*Made up, after all this is 2072.

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