Edward walked through the dark kitchen and peered into the living room. She saw that Jet was still on the couch and that Spike was walking through the door. He looked a bit druck as he stumbled a few times, walking through the ship to the kitchen. He did not acknowledge Jet. Anger clentched Edward as she glared at Spike. Just as Spike walked to the kitchen-

"What the hell!" yelled Spike as he was tackled to the floor unexpectedly. Since he had quite a bit to drink, he was caught off guard in the dark ship. Edward started pounding Spike with her fists. When Spike caught realization, he grabbed Edward and threw her off of him. "What is wrong with you?" he yelled. He and Edward got up.

"You-!" growled Edward through gritted teeth. She walked away to her room. It was very early and quiet. Spike turned on the light to the kitchen and proceeded to make his special concoction to manage hangovers.

Jet woke up and saw that the light was on in the kitchen, so he got up and went to see Spike, knowing he would be the only one in there at this time.

"Hey Spike," Jet muttered as he entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. Spike had his head down on the table. He slowly lifted his head up.

"Hey," said Spike as he looked up at Jet. He looked like he was having a hangover already. Spike reached into his pocket and took out the bounty of about 600,000. "Bounty was one of the weakest ones I have ever seen. It took longer to turn him in."

"Told you it would easy" said Jet. Jet got up to make himself some coffee. After putting the coffee maker on, he got a mug from the cabinet. He didn't know how to approach the situation that was Faye, so he would wait to see if Spike brought it up first and work on it from there.

"You find anything else on Mariah yet?" questioned Spike, as if he had read Jet's thoughts, as he put his head back down. He had a headache. Seeing him in his state, Jet was hoping Spike would not have much interest and just leave it at that for now.

Trying not to be obvious, Jet just replied,"Nothing yet." Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he sat at the table. Edward walked into the kitchen. She saw Spike with his head down and Jet drinking distractedly from his mug. Jet noticed her and gave a look that said, 'Don't say anything.' Edward took a seat at the table. Spike put his head up when he felt Edward's presence.

Again he questioned, "What's wrong with you?" She ignored him. Jet mouthed to Edward 'go change' and then put a hand on his left arm. Edward got up quickly and went to Jet's room to check on Faye. Spike got up and went to his room a minute later and Jet put his cup in the sink, turned off the light and went back to his makeshift "bed" in the living room.

When Edward walked into Jet's room, Faye was sleeping. Edward proceeded to change the bandages on her wound as quietly and gently as possibe. Faye woke up when Edward was cleaning up her wound. She looked at Edward and remembered where she was. Edward looked troubled as she finished up.

"Are you Okay Faye-Faye?" she questioned sadly, cleaning up the first aid kit and soiled bandages.

"Yeah Ed, I'm fine" she said assuringly. Edward gave her a gentle hug. Faye noticed her troubled expression. "What's wrong Ed?"

"He's here..." Edward sighed, looking at her work.

"Oh..." Faye said softly. "Does he know I'm here? Does he know about Edea?"

"He doesn't know about either one of you," Ed assured. Edward had a strong urge to blurt out that Spike was the one who shot her, but she bit her tongue. "Ow."

"What?" said Faye.

"Nothing" said Ed. Faye dozed off, so Edward shut the light off, closed the door lightly and left. When she went back to her room she saw Ein was still on her bed next to Edea. He was curled up near her feet now. Edward went back to her spot from before and went back to sleep.

"Mommy!" yelled Edea as she looked around in the dark kitchen. "Mommy" she yelled again. She saw a room and opened the door. Inside she saw a man with fuzzy hair sprawled out on the bed, right on top of the covers, sleeping. He snored loudly. She went up to him and tapped him on the cheek. Spike opened his eyes slowly and groaned. When he was able to focus his vision, he saw a little girl staring at him.

"Hello mister," she said. "Do you know where my mommy is?"

"What?" he questioned rubbing his left eye.

"I want my mommy. I got to go to the bathroom," Edea whined, hoping to make it to the bathroom very soon.

"Who are you?" questioned Spike, not moving, but staring at the small child. He was not in the mood for anything.

"My name is Edea and I'm four years old" said Edea confidently.

"Are you related to Jet?" questioned Spike.

"What?" said little Edea.

"Nevermind," Spike tiredly got up and walked out of the room with little Edea following behind.

"My mom's other name is Jet," Edea conceded, thinking Spike was leading her to the toilet.

"What?" questioned Spike.

"She said that came after Mariah." The bounty he was currently hunting flashed through his mind after Edea said the name Mariah Jet.

Spike walked up to the door to Jets room and knocked three times. No answer. He knocked a little harder.

"Come in," said a feminine voice. Spikes eyes widened.

"Mommy!'' yelled Edea as she pushed open the door. When Edea opened the door, Faye came face to face with no other than Spike. She gasped and then glared at him. Edea jumped on the bed.

"Mommy, who's that guy" said Edea, pointing to Spike. Faye then looked away. "I don't know who that is! What's wrong hun" she questioned her daughter.

"I have to go bathroom!" said Edea, gritting her teeth.

"Why didn't you go ask Edward to take you," Faye replied. Spike continued to stand in the doorway, only he was a little perplexed as to what was happening.

"She is sleeping."

"Well go wake her up and tell her to take you. Momma still can't get up."

"Alright" said Edea as she jumped off the bed and ran back to Edward's room. On the way out, she "bumped" into Spike. When she was gone, Faye looked up at Spike with a glare. Spike walked in the room and leaned against the wall.

"Get out."

"No."

"I said leave"

"No,... Mariah."