Spike crossed his arms and leaned against her bedroom doorway.

"What was that all about?" uttered Spike as he scrutinized his finger nails.

"What was what all about?" Edie stubbornly shot back.

"Oh don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm talking about today." He glanced at Edie and his facial features appeared uninterested regardless of his inquiry.

"Is it any of your business?" grunted Edie.

"To be honest, it's not and I really could fucking care less about it, but when it involves me and Jet then it becomes my fucking business. "

Following Felix's surprise visit, Edie locked herself away in her room. And after constantly pounding on the door and yelling for her to open up, Spike finally got Edie to consent.

Edie finally stood up and faced him, disregarding her disheveled appearance. Spike peered at the dark that enclosed her puffy eyes and the makeup smears.

"It's just my past coming back to prey on me." She squeaked and chewed at her lip. Spike remained silent for a long time, pondering. Here in front of him, was not the usual Edie. This small girl who shriveled before him was broken and beaten. Everything the Edie he had grown accustomed to, was not. He sat himself at the edge of her bed and searched for a meaning in her pale, shoveled face.

"Who is Eddy?" Spike pulled his cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offered her a drag. Edie's hands trembled as she attempted to hold it within her two fingers. As he lit his, she flickered her lighter but did not light her cigarette. After continuous flickers of her lighter, she placed it, along with the cigarette, aside and crawled closer to Spike. He seemed too preoccupied in his cigarette to even glance over at her, knowing she was inches from him. Edie slowly raised her arms, wrapped them around Spike's back, and laid her head against his shoulder. She could feel her eyes water once more. She could feel the ball that lodged itself in her throat. She wanted to scream. To sob uncontrollably. But, she was beside herself. Edie tightened her hold on Spike and was taken aback at the soft touch of his hand. He layered his hand over hers, and gently rubbed his thumb against her clammy hands.

"I am Eddy." Edie whispered into his shoulder. She raised her head and pecked at his neck. Spike felt his eyes droop. Edie's kisses trailed up to his ear and she playfully tugged at his earlobe. Spike suddenly flung his cigarette to the floor and stomped onto it with his black boot. He turned sharply to grab at Edie, she in turn, jerked his collar and used her strength to bring him down on her. Once he hovered over her, she rolled him on to his back and perched herself onto his lap. He looked up at her with a blank stare, she looked down on him with distress. But she never wanted him more. Edie fingered at the ends of her shirt and tore it from her body, revealing her rose pink breasts. Spike, using his elbows to support him up, threw his blazer and yellow shirt to the floor and pressed his bare chest against hers. Edie held on to him as if she were fall to her death if she'd let go. Spike traced his fingers against her back and watched as goose bumps emerged at his brittle touch. Her grip of him lightened as she ran her pants, along with her underwear, down her legs. Spike followed.

Edie finally eased herself on to him and squealed at the exhilaration of the pressure inside her. Spike smirked and clenched her hips firmly, guiding her movements against him. She pried his fingers from her waist and onto the bed. She pinned his hands against the sheets as she slowly gyrated against him. Edie relished in the absolute control. She sped up much to Spike's enjoyment. Her small but perky breast bounced rhythmically in the air and sweat ran down her body as she rode him. Edie felt a tingle of pain at her hand and noticed Spike clinging his nails into her hand. Spike groaned at hearing Edie breathlessly moan his name as she began pounding against him. He slapped away the hands that held his down and sat up, flinging his arms around her lower back and tightened a grip on her as she bounced against him. Seeing her breast flailing up and down, he lowered his mouth to consume them. Edie pulled at his hair and moaned earnestly as he tenderly bit down on her, gorging on her swollen nipples. Spike had grown antsy of her antics and fiercely threw her against the bed. He peered down at her longingly, panting lightly. Edie swore she saw more life in his eyes than she had ever seen before, making his gaze look meaningful. As if they weren't just using each other.

She raised her hand to gently caress Spike's cheek and stared into his mismatched irises. Spike hesitated slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by Edie, at her soft touch. But recollected his thoughts and thrashed into her quickly and ever so deeply. He laid his head in her neck and felt the vibrations of her desperate cries. Edie dragged her nails across Spike's back and clung on to him as she neared her ever coming orgasm. They had never fucked this desperately before. Edie's scream echoed through the walls of her room as she finally released all the pent up tension and came all over Spike. His legs, in return, gave way as he crammed into her thighs to give out his release. At the resolution, the two spread themselves across Edie's bed. Edie, heavily panting, caught her breath and rolled herself over to face Spike. She watched as his chest heaved up and down with quick pace. She slid a cold hand over his torso and peeked to read any sort of expression. But, Spike laid, emotionless, staring into her ceiling, saying not one word. It stung that he didn't even recognize her presence and looked away, ashamed of herself. As Edie began to recoil, she felt a tug at her hand and brought up her attention in response. Spike's hand appeared atop of her own. Her eyes shot from his touch to his face, and noted that his expression remained unmoved. Edie inched herself closer to his body and set her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Spike shifted his hands to grip Edie's delicate fingers.

...

Edie shrugged on her jacket and glanced back to see Spike encased in sheets, soundly asleep. Her heart ate at her as he appeared so vulnerable then. She hovered above him and giggled to herself at his bedraggled appearance. The two had been at it all night; she doubted he'd be up anytime soon. Edie pressed her lips against his and settled her forehead on his. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes, but she pushed them aside, stood tall, and exited her room.


The Aguila was warmed up and ready to go when Edie packed up some last minute supplies. While she threw the remaining items in a backpack, her ears perked at the sound of a gun click. Instantaneously, she twirled about with her magnum raised towards the gun being cocked. Her eyes widen as she saw Jet with his Walther pointed at her head. She lowered her gun to her side and sighed deeply.

"What are you going to do, shoot me, Jet?"

"If I have to." Jet's voice placid and his gun remained at Edie.

"Then shoot me." The magnum slipped from Edie's hand and she drifted closer and closer to Jet, to the point where she just stood inches away from him. Jet didn't falter, his finger remained on the trigger. But his eyes did. He looked into hers and saw nothing but sadness. Her eyes didn't glisten like they usually did, they were bleak and devoid of any other emotion. The gun pointed at her eased.

"Who are you?" Jet asked almost in a whisper. At that, a tear streamed down Edie's cheek and she cursed herself internally for allowing it to. "You know what? I don't care. I don't care who this Eddy person is." Edie's heart swell. She had never felt so proud to call someone a comrade, a friend, until that very moment. Jet didn't care about her past. He didn't care about Eddy. He cared about Edie. And that who she was now. Edie.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, Edie?" Jet's arms protecting his broad chest.

"I have to leave." squeaked Edie. "I'm putting you all at risk and that's the last thing I want to do."

Jet persisted in his silence and scowled. "We are all grown-ups here. We can handle ourselves."

"And what of Ed?!" griped Edie, not realizing that her voice had been raised to the point of yelling. "You have no idea who we are talking about here, Jet. This guy has no mercy for women and children. He will kill and torture Ed and her father and anyone that is dear to us!"

A solemn silence between comrades.

"I will not lose everything I love again. I will not lose Ed. I will not lose Spike. I will not lose you!" She was now screaming, tears flooded her eyes and streamed down her face. The sob that was deemed to be released, was entrapped her throat. She turned from Jet, walked to retrieve her backpack and gun and made her way to her Zipcraft. Before she jumped into the Aguila, her eyes glazed back at Jet, tears still running down.

"I didn't forget that promise I made you in Ganymede... Sayōnara, Jet." Her voice hoarse from her crying. Jet stood with a blank expression and watched, helplessly, as the Aguila flew from the Bebop. He slammed his fists into the concrete walls of the bay yard, blood pooling into his knuckles.

"How long have you been there?" Jet glanced at the doorway. Spike crept into the doorway from the edge of the wall where he had been concealing himself.

"The whole time." Spike rested himself against the door way and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket. "What promise did she make?"