Breakfast

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I groaned and started to crack my back until I felt that weight shifting on top of me. I had control myself from jumping up in shock, when I saw Song curled up in my lap. Sunlight poured into the ship and it bounced off her black hair which wasn't quite as slick and neat as the night before. Memories from last night rushed into my head like a broken dam and I couldn't help but to wrap her into my arms and pull her small body closer. She smiled and folded into my chest, I glanced down at the bottle and needle to confirm my memories. I picked up her gently and walked her to my room, making sure every step I took was soft so my dumb boots wouldn't make such loud noises. Once I laid her on the bed, I took a shower, got dressed and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Hell, mine as well make breakfast for myself," I mumbled pulling out some bread and eggs. Once the words left my mouth, I heard a moan from the doorway. I peeked over my shoulder from the stove, to see Faye wrapped up in her bathrobe and her hair in a mess. She walked over to the 'fridge, looking like a zombie. She grabbed a can of orange-juice then leaned on the counter and opened it. "Your definitely not a morning person," I said cracking the eggs and watching them sizzle on the pan. Faye didn't say anything, she just drunk her juice.

"I-," she started up meekly after what felt like an hours worth of silence. I placed some bread in a toaster. "I-I got some of," she paused again. This time I turned towards her, letting Faye know I was paying full attention. "I got some of my memory back."

"When?" I asked, then quickly turned back to my egg that was starting to overcook.

"Last night. In the shower," she said looking down at her feet.

"Well, Was it something worth remembering?" I asked and began to cook something for her. She let out a laugh and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it all back.

"Actually, it wasn't. I'd much rather have a flashback about my parents, or family and friends. Nobody wants to remember the first time they died," Her last statement really caught my attention that time. "You know, I been thinking," she said sitting her can down and turning her body towards me. She stared directly into my eyes, sometimes I can't get over how green hers is. "We've all died once. theoretically speaking. I mean. Spike died twice. Once when he got out of the syndicate and the other time against Vicious. He discovered whatever he was looking for. You died," I blinked and turned back to my cooking, "when you got your arm blown off and you got out of ISSP. I died, when I got on that ship. After you get over things like that, it's like your reborn again." Her deepness was suddenly to heavy. So heavy that I could feel it laying on my shoulders. Like a ton of brick.

"What about Ed?" I asked smirking. Faye laughed and turned back around and picked up her orange-juice.

"Ed is an immortal being from the place beyond" she said chuckling. "After the world ends, it'll just be her and the roaches." Our laugher broke the morning air in half. "So tell me," Faye said after we calmed down. "Is Song any real help?"

"I don't know. But it's good to have her around," I added wishfully. Faye looked at me with an eyebrow raised for a moment and I laughed, feeling my cheeks ignite on fire. "I mean, she'll come in handy."

"Yeah Jet. Sure, whatever," she said rolling her eyes. I accidentally let the pan slam back down onto the stove, but quickly picked up a rag from the sink and began to wipe up the splattered grease. "You turn all to mush when a pretty lady comes along," Faye added in, smoothing her hair down and pouting her lips at me. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Yeah Faye. Sure, whatever," I replied, chuckling a bit. Faye smiled as well and took a sip of her orange juice. "Hey. Have you seen Spike lately?" I asked pulling out two plates. Soon as the words left my mouth, I heard the metal door clink open soon followed by footsteps. Me and Faye both leaned towards the doorway to get a better look at who ever was coming in.

"Nice place. You decorate it yourself?"

"Yes, If you ever need help with your home, give us a call." I heard Spike's voice say. The second voice laughed. At first I thought it was Song's, but then it wouldn't make since for her to say that. "Jet. Up so earlier?" Spike said as he entered the kitchen, nose high in the air and sniffing the scent of breakfast loudly. I peeked behind him, but nobody was there.

"Yeah, early bird gets the worm," I said back absentmindedly. "Who's here with you?" As if on que, a girl emerged from the hall. She looked about Faye's age, with a delicate pink dress a varsity jacket and red-brown hair that fell over into her eyes in waves. My eyes darted to Faye, who's can had clattered on the kitchen floor.

"This is Annie," Spike introduced. The girl smiled timidly and nodded her head. "Annie, Jet and Faye."

"Hi. Nice to meet you both," Annie said politely. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked in a tone fit for a 5 year old. I laughed and pointed with my fork to my right.

"Down the hall. Right door, can't miss it," I said before turning around to put the food on the two plates. Spike leaned up against the counter. I could see Faye out the corner of my eye, giving him the death glare. "I didn't know you went for the high school kind of chicks," I joked.

"She's older then she looks," Spike said and glanced over at Faye before continuing. "She had a lot of information on van Hoosen." I nodded happily.

"I HOPE she's not expecting any pay," Faye said sourly, leaning up against the corner in the same fashion as Spike. He rolled his eyes and waved his hand as if brushing off the subject.

"No, Faye. She's just helping out."

"Helping out? And she doesn't want anything out of it?"

"Yes, Can't someone help people out because of the kindness of their heart?" he said in an overly sweet tone, smirking to himself.

"No," Faye spat out, turning around and walked out of the kitchen. "Not for free they don't."

"Not everybody is as money hungry as you Valentine," he said in a low tone. I shook my head and went over to pick the can up.

"I guess this means she doesn't want her breakfast huh?"