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Chapter 6

Chirstmas shopping was worse then the first time they went. Of course the guests were smart enough to shop on the way but none of the bebop crew knew Naomi was going to be there. Ed found a stuffed horse with button eyes, white yarn tale and main, and a fuzzy dark brown body with a red and green plad patch on its hine quarter. (I really do have a stuffed horse like it, I made it myself ) isn't it cute?)

Faye got her a pair of cute high heel leather boots that tide up the side with ribbon.

Jet, not really knowing what to get a woman, got her flowers (haha original, ya know?!).

Spike, not really knowing what to get his dad's girlfriend, got her a book (no it's not karma surta) called the number 23 (that movie rocks!).

They had the presents wrapped and left for home. Suddenly, Jet realized they forgot something very crusial!

"Wait," yelled Spike, "what do you mean we need a tree?! Where the hell are we going to get a tree!"

"It's tradition, Spike," yelled Jet, "if we are going to do Christmas we are going to do it right!"

"FINE, but your getting it and putting it on that ship by yourself!"

"FINE! But you are gonna be the one to clean it up after." Spike growled and headed for the swordfish and left. Jet, Faye, and Ed all stood around and watched him leave.

"Okay," said Faye, "where are we going to get a tree here?"

"Easy," sung Ed, "we shop-shop at the chop shop!"

"Where are we going to find a chop shop," asked Jet. Ed stood on her hands and pointed a toe at a building across the street from them. CHRISTMAS TREE CHOP SHOP was written across the building in red and green letters and had a Santa hat sitting on the P in shop.

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Jet and Faye tried to fit the tree through the door from the landing deck to the hallway. The tree was to big to fit through the door. Naomi came out and saw them struggling. She offered to help and they agreed. They soon put the tree that was now half way through the door and took a breather. Theresa come out and saw the tree and tired bunch and offered to help. They smiled and nodded. "So," said Theresa, "Naomi isn't it?"

"Yes," said Naomi as they pulled the tree by the top, "you are Theresa?"

"That's right. How long have you and Jacob known each other?"

"Oh a few days."

"A few days!? Wow, and your already into him!"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"OH come on, hone, I see the way you look at him," teased Theresa.

"Well, how long have you two known each other?"

"Oh, how old is my son Jet? 26?"

"27," he corrected.

"Yes, 27, that would mean we have know each other for 26 years."

"OH, were you guys good friends?"

"Special friends until I got pregnant, then we got married."

"What!? He is your husband?"

"Well we are divorced, or we have been trying to get divorced, for some reason the lawyers are having a hard time with the paperwork."

"No kidding. I thought he was single," she said. Naomi suddenly felt bad for liking Jacob. They had so much in common, neither of them liked to travel much, they both liked similar music, similar foods, what are the chances? "So, wait, your not mad that I am here with your husband?"

"No," she said. They both screeched as they flew backwards and the tree came threw. The three of them walked down the hall to the next door. This door was even worse; there was a staircase to the side of it they needed to walk down. Spike looked up and saw the two women trying to pull it and Jet in the back trying to push it. Ed jumped on top of the tree and squealed happily.

"ED," he shouted, "GET OFF THE TREE YOUR TO HEAVEY!"

"Ed wanna help," she said, jumping up and down. Both girls dropped the tree and Jet pushed it so hard it hit the two women, rolled down the stares, landed in the tree stander that was leaning against the wall, slid to the side and hit a wall, then stood strait up. The three adults sighed and fell to the ground relaxing. Ed pulled out a large box and pulled out all kinds of new decorations and began decorating the tree.

"Brilliant," snickered Spike.

"Shut your mouth," snapped Theresa, "the last thing we need is comments from the smart ass gallery."

Jet got up and left for the kitchen. The two women stood up and walked toward Spike. Naomi and Theresa both grabbed and ear making Spike yelp in pain and get up. He was tossed into the chair while the two women collapsed.

"So you were saying," said Naomi.

"Oh yea," said Theresa with a sudden burst of energy. Both women faced each other and began talking like to teens gossiping. "You know Jet, well he and I got it on pretty hot and heavy last time I was here and when I got back."

"No way, he is kinda cute!"

"I don't want to hear this," said Spike.

"Oh, honey, why don't you go off and hang out with your 'wife'," she said laughing wildly.

"Wife?"

"Oh, did Jacob not tell you about that?"

"No, do tell!"

"Well the last time we saw them, Spike and Faye pretended to be married so we would give them our money when we died."

"Oh my god, that is so sick."

"I know but it is so funny!"

Spike sighed and walked out of the room. He walked down the hall and ran into Faye. "Oh, hey," he said.

"Yea, hey. What's wrong with you cowboy?"

"My mom is telling Naomi about us pretending to be married."

"You think she will mention us pretending Ed was our kid?"

"I don't doubt she will. My god, its like those two were meant to be friends. You know ever sense Jacob and Naomi got here she hasn't pulled out that stupid tape recorder once."

"No I haven't. Did you know she actually had to ask Jet how old I was?"

"How do you know, where you there?"

"They talk loudly together."

"Hold up, your own mother doesn't know your 27? I know that for god's sake!"

"I know, it's really annoying!"

"I need a drink."

"Yea, me to, lets go."

"Want to invite them," teased Faye.

"God no!"

"Oh wait, you have a meeting with your therapist today."

"Lets go to the meeting and then go get shit faced."

"I like that idea. Let's go know before they notice us."

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"So tell me about yourself," said the old therapist in the ugly sweater vest with the button up shirt under it and khaki's and a German accent, "what was your child hood like?"

"Well," said spike, laying down on a leather couch, "I was born into a rich well to do family. Mom was always traveling and dad was always working."

"Uh-huh go on."

"So I ran away from home and joined the Red Dragon Syndicate. I got tired of them and became a bounty hunter."

"What are your opinions of your mother?"

"She is a happy go lucky bubbly spoiled child."

"And your father?"

"He is a greedy unsatisfying dick."

"I see, interesting. Tell me, what do you think your problem is?"

"What do I think? Well, I think I'm paying you 1500 a week, you know I would kinda like to know what the fuck YOU think!"

"Aggression, violent, angry, and a smart alec."

"Did I come here for help or a personality test?"

"I think it is a cry for help, a cry from the inner little Spike. All alone in his crib crying for mommy and daddy who just sent the nanny. What was your nanny like?"

"Um, a slut…"

"You poor child."

"Yea, I'm outa here," said Spike. He hopped off the couch and walked for the door.

"You can't leave," he said dropping the accent, "we still have two minutes!"

"Your not German?"

"No," he said, "they make me talk with a funny accent."

"Yea, okay, what am I suppose to do for the next two minutes."

"Checkers?"

"Yea, okay," he said.

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"Finally," said Faye, "lets go before the bar closes."

"Yea," said Spike, "just 5 minutes and my first trip and already I'm rethinking my life. Lets go drowned out my misery."

"Anything for a friend," said Faye.

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I'll update someday I promise )