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(A/N: go look back on the last chap when Spike leaves, I added something kinda important. And at the bar I added that Jet said her bleeding stopped. Lil thing but there it is. Thanx and thanx to all who review, it means sooo much and it motivates me to keep writing! Keep 'em coming! Also, sorry this one is so short, I just really wanted to add this one ASAP)
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Dawn settled on the planet of Mars. A soft orange glow came into the Bebop. Thin arms stretched up from the couch, followed by a yawn. She looked around and blinked. "Damn comas, why me. I sleep too much." She said beside herself.
Faye arose from her long perch on the couch and stretched out her legs and back. "Wonder how long I've been out." A dizzy spell sent her back to the couch. She groaned in pain at the ache in her head and her stomach.
She shook her head and again stood. Feeling capable she walked over into the small kitchen. "Jeeze, I'm starved." She fished around in the 'fridge for something edible. She sighed and pulled out the supplies needed.
Spike shuffled his cold bare feet from his room. Yawning and scratching his head he made his way to this kitchen for an advancement on breakfast. His mouth dropped open. There she was. Faye was standing there in a long t-shirt and sweats, cooking what was left of the eggs. She turned to him. "Hey, you hungry?" She asked holding the spatula.
Spike was speechless. "Is that a 'no', or a 'I'm sleeping walking'?" Faye asked irritated.
"JET!" Spike hollered down the hall.
"Don't yell, Jeeze, I have a headache." Faye cringed.
"What the hell Spike? I was going to make breakfast in a minuet, you're so damn---" Jet came into the doorway to the kitchen. "—Impatient." He finished, staring at Faye.
"What?" She shrugged. "I couldn't wait for breakfast. I was hungry okay?" She snapped. "You two look like you've never seen me cooking."
"Well…we haven't." Spike started. "And, um, did you know that you were in a coma?" He asked sheepishly.
"Yeah I figured, after I blacked out I had this strange dream about you and—well never mind. So how long was I out for, day or two?" She said indifferently.
"Four weeks Faye." Spike said blankly.
She looked between the two men calmly. "A whole damn month?!" She demanded. They nodded their heads. "Christ!" She exclaimed.
"We weren't sure if you'd come out of it, you were hurt pretty bad." Jet spoke finally.
"Wow, I missed a months worth a bounties. There goes my casino money." She shook her head and turned back to her eggs.
"Damn it Faye! How can you go on like nothing's happened?!" Spike yelled.
"Calm down Spike, this whole sleeping for a while thing, it's happened before. I'm not gonna ruin my eggs over it."
Spike turned to Jet. "Is she still on painkillers?"
Jet took another breath. "I don't think so. Maybe it's a side effect."
"Will you two stop talking like I'm not here?" She snapped.
"Right, sorry." Jet covered.
A small yawn came from below them. "Good morning fellow Bebopians." They all looked down to see bright red hair. She looked up. "Faye-Faye!" She squealed running to hug her.
"Hey Ed." Faye looked down to the little girl clinging to her legs. Ein barked at the doorway. "Hi Ein."
"Faye-Faye all better!! Ed so happy!" She exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to go have my breakfast now. You all can do as you like." Faye grabbed her plate of eggs and a beer, managing to wriggle out of Ed, and made her way to the living room.
Spike and Jet remained in the doorway, silent. "She used the last of the eggs." Spike commented, neither moved.
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