Title: The Trouble with Edward

Author: Yukito

Rated: PG-some swearing

Summary: Ed's fallen ill. Good luck keeping her in bed Spike! Not a lemon or weird paring of any kind. Normal BeBop fic…as normal as that crew can be I guess.

Spoilers: none

Disclaimer: Don't own these characters don't make money off of them. Also I'm a new Bebopper so be kind please, thank you

Chapter 1: Where is Ed?

It was quiet on the BeBop. The brownish-grey ship lounged its way toward Mars. They were out of fuel again and all they could do was float.

Faye was watching TV idly and she looked bored out of her mind.

Spike lit a cigarette and reclined on the yellow couch, his lanky legs stretched out on the table next to Ed's laptop. He took a drag on his cig and glanced over his shoulder. "I wonder where Monkey Girl is?" he drawled.

Faye's eyes flicked up to him then back to the screen, "Dunno."

"Breakfast!" Jet called cheerily and Spike and Faye groaned The tall man came in with four bowls of goop and Ein's bowl.

Spike took a sniff and recoiled, "You tryin' to kill us, or just poison us into submission?"

"It's food ain't it? Besides, it's nutritional. Where's Ed and Ein?"

Faye held her nose and took a bite, "If you're both so worried, why don't you go look for her?"

"I'll do it," Spike stood up on his stilt like legs, "I'm suddenly not hungry anyway." He took Ed's bowl from Jet. He looked at it's contents in distaste, "She'd eat nuclear waste if you poured a little milk on it."

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The corridors were quiet and Spike's blue shoes made a slight clank on the metal floor.

"Ed, it's time for breakfast!" he yelled. No answer.

"huh, weird." He went looking for Ed's room. Did she even have a room? Not that he knew of.

"Yap," said Ein from behind him. Spike nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped the bowl, it broke with a crash, spilling Jet's goop everywhere.

"Great," he mumbled.

Ein sniffed it and backed up with a whine of pain as it assaulted his sensitive nose.

Spike smirked, "Smart dog. Jet says it's nutritional, but I wouldn't eat it."

"Yap," Ein said again.

Spike eased down on his laurels to look the dog in the face, "I don't speak dog Ein."

"Yap,yap,yap," the welsh corgi turned and dashed off.

Spike blinked after him, "Okay great," he slouched off in the direction Ein had gone, "I'm following' a dog."