Agreed?

Disclaimer: I do not own cowboy Bebop nor am I affiliated with the actual owners or their family members in any way. The real owners, if they want to sue me, should consider the fact that there are much more wealthier targets out there, and that I am really not a threat to anyone I cannot physically touch. Jet, Spike,Ed, Faye and Ein are not mine, no sir. And neither are the two people on Big Shot. Ok, now that that is over with, let's all scroll down and see what's wrong with our beloved Ed.

"Sit down Edward." Jet ordered, Ed obediently walked to the couch and hopped on the back of it, Faye shifted with an irritable groan to make room. Spike glared at Ed's legs which were resting next to his seat .

"Ok, now what is going on?" Jet asked in a stern, yet relaxed voice. He was indeed talking to the three as if they were children.

Ed just looked at him with her big amber eyes, from what her face said, she either didn't understand she was in trouble, or was trying to get out of it by playing stupid.

"Hey kid, answer him will you?" Faye said, "Are you even awake?"

"Of course she's awake," Spike said. "Her eyes are still open, and she just sat down."

Faye waved her hand in front of Ed's face, she still stared at Jet, but her head looked as if it were etched out of stone for all the motion it was taking part in. She didn't blink, she didn't speak, she didn't do anything. Nobody could even tell if she was breathing, because if she was, she wasn't doing it conspicuously.

Spike raised an eyebrow and stood up slowly. He walked to where he was the one facing Edward directly, and cautiously brought his face as close to Ed's as possible. She still didn't move.

"What the hell? Is she in a trance or something? I've never seen that before."

Faye smirked, walked around the couch, and stood with one hip tilted slightly, her hand resting on it, right next to Spike. She looked at her other hand as if she was truly interested in the state of her fingernails, and laughed.

"Maybe she died of fright from seeing your ugly face."

Spike ignored this, and squinted at Ed. "I still think that's pretty strange," he finally said. He moved his face forward even farther, to where his nose was almost touching Ed's. The girl's face suddenly drooped into a frown, and tears ran down her cheeks. Spike jumped back at the sudden movement and let out a surprised noise that could not be heard over Ed's wailing.

"Ed is sorry! She won't do it again but Ed is sad and Ed gets sadder and it makes Ed happy to have Bebop here and around Ed and Ed is so-"

"Hey," Jet said gently, "Calm down, I only wanted to know what was going on. Why are you crying?"

"Don't even try that!" Faye said hotly, "She's doing that so she won't get in trouble and you're playing into her game like a grade-A sap!"

'Well she probably learned it from you anyway, Faye." Spike retorted.

"I would never do such a thing, that is low and obnoxious and-

-just like you," Jet finished.

"You're ganging up on me!" Faye yelled. "That's not fair!"

Jet rolled his eyes, "It's not that we're ganging up on, Faye. You're really not helping matters is all."

Spike pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "Well Jet, I don't know about you, but I cannot handle crying. You deal with it."

Jet only stared at Spike in appalled surprise as the lanky cowboy casually walked out of the room.

"Edward is so- so -sooooorrryyyyyy!" Ed wailed again.

Faye narrowed her eyes, "You know, if he gets to leave, it's only fair that I do too." She started toward the door, then abruptly turned around, coming beside Jet and patting him on the shoulder." You're much better at this anyway Jet," she smirked. "You've got such a fatherly look about you."

That will teach you for treating Faye Valentine like a child, Faye thought with much satisfaction.

Jet sat on the coffee table in front of the couch and rested his head in his hands. "How did this so suddenly turn on me? I'll get those two for this," he muttered quietly to himself. Not that the low tone was needed, Ed was somehow getting louder, and Jet was sure that in a few moments his head would explode from the sound of her crying.

"Ok, Ed, calm down." (Waaaaahhhhhhh!)

"Edward please, you're not in trouble, just stop. (Aaaaaaaaaaaah!)

Jet shook his head and tried to think over the noise. What was he supposed to do? He did not know how to handle crying women, especially weird and strung out hacker children who couldn't name themselves under five syllables.

An answer to his prayers walked up to him and whined at that moment, and it was in the humble form of a welsh corgi. Ein sat in front of Jet and cocked his head to one side. Jet reached down and stroked the short silky fur.

"I just wish I knew how to make her stop, boy."

Ein's ears perked up at this and Jet could have sworn there was a glint in his eye for a moment, also, if a dog could smile, he was surely doing it now. The small dog walked to the couch, hopped unto the seat and a short resounding bark emerged from his mouth.

The effect was amazing, Edward instantly stopped crying and stared wide-eyed at her "partner".

"What is it Ein? What does he want?"

Jet took the chance that was given to mercifully given to him to finally find out what was wrong.

"Edward?" the girl looked up at him with swollen red eyes. "I have never seen you cry, I've never seen you express any emotion besides pure happiness, will you please tell me what is wrong?"

Edward sniffed loudly and Jet handed her his handkerchief, she took a long drawn out blow on it and started to hand it back. Jet shook his head and waved it away, "You keep it."

"Ed is lonely and sad, she tried to make herself happy, but she made Jet person mad. Ed is sorry and she didn't mean to, but it was so much fun to make Faye-Faye that mad, and Spike-person can handle pain, he is always wrapped up like a spooky mummy" she raised her arms straight out in front of her and made a "woooo" sound to illustrate this point." But Ed didn't want to make Jet-person mad, because Jet person is always so nice, and Faye-Faye should not take it so seriously…"

The more Ed talked, the more her mood started to decline. Jet noticed her eyes were brimmed with tears again. He guessed that being so happy all the time held a lot back, so whenever a person like that was sad, they were really sad. That's what was happening to Ed right now. But how could she be lonely? She was always surrounded by Faye and Spike bickering and the hustle of the newest bounty catch. What about those scenarios could make a person feel lonely? Of, course, whenever they did have a bounty to find, Ed did stay behind, but that was because they needed electrical back-up. Ed was best qualified for that job. She didn't seem to be the kind to take care of the dirty work. How would she even handle herself under pressure? A split-second hesitation could lose a bounty-head, and when the Bebop actually caught someone successfully, it was a good idea not to risk it.

"…. don't be mad, Jet-person. Ed will make it up, yes she will. You can count on Ed she will be bored but at least she will try to behave."

Jet, lost in his thoughts, shook his head. Ed apparently took this action for something else and burst into tears again. Jet's eyes shot to her face and he instantly smiled.

"Now, now, Ed. I have an idea, but you have to stop this, ok?"

Ed's tears paused again, "Jet's not going to throw Ed off the side of Bebop?"

Jet laughed and shook his head again, "No kiddo, I wouldn't do that. Actually, I think I can help you, but I have to talk to Faye and Spike first, so just stay here and watch T.V.

Ed stood up on the couch, as straight as a board and saluted Jet in a soldierly fashion. "Jet can count on Ed!"

"Good," said Jet. "Glad to hear it."

He walked out of the common room, looking for Spike and Faye, and hoping Edward would keep her word.

He found the green-haired cowboy in the ship's hanger. He was standing next to his mono racer, The Swordfish II and fingering a baseball sized dent, trying to make something less of it.

"Hey Jet," he growled, "I thought you were going to fix this."

"My name is not Doohan, Spike. I am not your personal mechanic, I told you that I would get to it when I could."

"Geez Jet, no need to get nasty about it, it's just been like this for a couple of weeks."

"Well, I'm still working on Faye's RedTail, she did a major smash up job with that last bounty."

"Alright," Spike said, raising his hands in submission, "Forget I even said anything. So what do you want?"

Jet raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think I want anything?"

Spike laughed, "You didn't just come out here to chat, pal. I'll bet it's about the kid isn't it?"

Jet nodded, "She said she's lonely, so I had an idea, but I had to run it by you two first."

Leaning against his ship, Spike flicked the cigarette he had been smoking unto the ground and stomped out the small flame on the end. "Let's hear it," he sighed.

"Ok," Jet said, "My idea is to take Ed on our next mission."

"You mean your idea is for me to take her on my next mission."

Jet scratched the back of his neck guiltily. "Actually, it will probably be a matter of who leaves first, and how much the bounty-head is worth."

Spike snorted at this. "Whatever Jet, I'll do it, but if she starts crying, or tampering with anything, I'm going to leave her somewhere far away from here. Do you understand?"

Jet laughed at this," Sure buddy, whatever you say." He knew inside that Spike would never do such a thing. But disagreeing probably wouldn't help the situation.

"Ok, well thanks Spike, it means a lot. I'll get to your ship when I can, I promise."

Spike waved Jet off, and then smacked himself in the forehead when he was gone.

"Spiegel, What have you gotten yourself in to?"

Jet was only somewhat relieved. He had known that Spike would be no problem, the one he was really dreading was Faye. He walked down on of the many halls of Bebop and came to her room. Knowing it was a matter of his life and death to knock, he did so as loudly and as many times, as possible.

"What do you want?!" and grouchy voice answered. The door opened to reveal Faye in a loosely tied bath robe that didn't leave much to the imagination.. Her hair was dripping wet, so Jet guessed she had just stepped out of the shower.

"To ask a question." said Jet, staring at the ground and hoping Faye would take the hint and close her robe. She didn't.

About what Jet? Make it quick, I have things to do." Faye said irritably, tapping her bare foot impatiently.

"I just wanted to know if you had any problems with taking the kid on the next bounty mission."

Faye looked a bit taken aback by this, "Are you serious? Do you have any idea what could happen if we bring her with us? Which one would be responsible for her? How would we take care of her?"

"She's not a baby, Faye! She's lived by herself until she joined Bebop, she may be a bit eccentric, but she is perfectly independent I'm sure."

"I'll right Jet, I'll agree to this little escapade depending on how you answer this question." Jet braced himself, he knew what was coming.

"Did you ask Spike first or me first if it was alright for Ed to come?"

"I don't see how that has anything to do with-

"Just answer the question Jet!"

"I asked Spike."

"You care more about his opinion than mine!" Faye shouted. "It's always been that way!"

"It's not like that at all, Faye." Jet tried to explain. "Spike was just closer at the time. Honest."

Faye turned her nose up at this, "I'll bet!" She then went in her room and slammed the door.

"Come on, Faye! Don't be that way." Jet said through the door.

"Just do whatever you want, if you want to take that goofball with us, then fine. I don't care! I just don't want to deal with her crap got it? It was your idea, so it will be your problem!"

Jet just sighed and walked back down the hall, He knew he would be killed for saying this aloud, but it was amazing how much Faye and Spike were so alike. And maybe he didn't know what he was getting himself into, but he had only wanted to help Ed, he knew that the rest of the crew did too, no matter how reluctant they were to admit it.

Since they had both more or less agreed, it was now time to see just how good the child in question was at this sort of thing.

A/N: Wow, ladies and gent's I thank you all for my grand total of four reveiws. Even though after I read my first one, I was sure to go on anyway, because reveiws make people all warm and tingly inside.

R/R:

Sanima- yours was the one I was speaking of. Thank you for making me feel really good about my story, I am glad that you liked what you read, and I hope you will keep liking it.

MalletWielderOfDoom- wow, that's a mouth full. I wouldn't dream of killing off Ed untill at least the 5th chapter. Evil laugh

Randall Flagg2- Edward is the perfect character, thanks for agreeing.

tu madre- She's you mother as well, you're just not smart enough to realize it. I'll explain it later.

Thanks to everyone who made my day!