It was about 2:08 A.M. Little Edea had to use the bathroom again so she got up and left the room this time knowing where the bathroom was. Jet had insisted that Faye stay in his room for another night, but then had to put some sheets on her bed and her and her daughter were to sleep in her room. Little Edea accompanied Faye with quite a few warm blankets in the warm bed. In the corner of the room sat a bag that she had escaped with; Jet must have known that it was Faye's, even though they were near a junkyard. Faye had changed Edea's and her clothes. Faye now wore a pair of grey heather sweatpants and a long-sleeved white shirt and Edea wore a long-sleeved black shirt and lilac pajama pants.

After using the bathroom, Edea noticed someone in the kitchen. Being four years old, she went to see who it was. Creeping quietly, she looked into the kitchen. In the kitchen, Spike was sitting at the table eating what seemed to be chinese food. Only a small light illuminated part of the kitchen leaving the other half dark.

"Your a bad person," came a voice from the shadows. Spike looked around for the source of the statement.

"Eda?" questioned Spike.

"My name is Edea," corrected Edea stepping out of the shadows and sitting at the table. "Your a bad person," she repeated. Spike was not a big fan of kids, but decided to play Edea's game.

"Why am I a bad person?" he questioned the little girl.

"You were yelling at my mommy."

"Well your mother is dense."

"Don't say that about my mommy!" she shouted even though she had no idea what the word meant, but judging by the contex he used it in, it must've been bad. Yelling at him, she sure did eye the food he was eating.

Spike slid one carton of noodles over to Edea and she instantly opened it up and stuck her hand inside, bringing a clump of noodles out and shoved it into her mouth getting noodles everywhere. With her mouthful she suddenly said, "Hey runkhead?"

"What did you call me?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow; fork halfway to his mouth which went back into the carton.

"My mommy said that was your name because you have funny hair," she said dropping a whole handful of noodles on the ground.

"I'm not cleaning that up," replied Spike simply, looking at the mess. Edea then got down on the floor and scooped up the noodles and put them on the table, still leaving a mess on the ground. She then proceeded to put them into her mouth--.

"Don't eat those off the floor!" yelled Spike. Edea jumped and dropped the noodles onto the table. Spike just watched her; there was no way he was going to play babysitter and clean up after a four year old. When little Edea glanced up at Spike, he noticed her red eyes. Both resembled a dark crimson shade that were all too familiar.

'No,' he thought to himself, 'No, no, no.'

"Edea?"

"What?"

"How did you know I was the one your mother called a lunkhead?" he questioned the small child who continued to eat the noodles out of the carton with her fingers.

"From the picture!" replied Edea.

"Wheres your father?"

"You!" she shreiked then ran off to bed.

Spike was stunned. That could not have been his child. He doesn't have any children. He hates kids. Even though the little girl had the same color hair as her mother, the eyes were wore a striking resemblence to his own.

'No,' Spike thought to himself. 'She four and calls Jet Uncle. Its just a coincidence...' he thought unsurely.

The next morning, Faye woke up to little Edea asleep at her side. The clock read that it was to early to get up. Sitting up, Faye slowly got out of bed and set Edea in the middle, covering her up with all the blankets. 'Must be nice to be able sleep without a care,' she thought to herself, kissing her daughters forehead and leaving the room.

In the kitchen there was a mess of chinese food cartons and noodles on the table. 'Slobs,' she thought to herself taking an apple out of the fridge and sat at a clean part of the table and ate uncaringly. Light clicking could be heard in the livingroom and assumed Edward was typing away on her computer. Edward had always used to sleep and type away on her computer at the most unusual times.

"Oooh," came a voice from the livingroom. Edward did a backroll and started walking on her hands. "Ed does it again," she replied in a sing-song tone. Some people never change.

"Ed go to bed," grumbled Jet half asleep. Once again, Jet had taken the couch, when he offered Faye his bed. The yellow sofa was not very comfortable, so every once in a while Jet would turn over, adjust his pillow or change positions.

"Eds got more info on Faye Faye."

"Whats it say?" questioned Jet sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Dropping the apple she was eating, Faye ducked into the shadows near the livingroom and listened silently. Edward had heard the noise, but had passed it off as Ein running around or something.

"Says here Mariah Jet was last seen on Mars in an apartment building in the Teryion area," read Edward still on her hands.

"Thats where I found her,"replied Jet. A sudden beep sounded from Edward's computer and several smaller screens popped up through her cyber space network. Falling onto her stomach gracefully, she read the information softly.

"New data, New data. Says here that Mariah Jet is the infamous Faye Valen..." her sentence fell apart. She looked up at Jet who came over to the computer.

"Well the picture of Mariah Jet and Faye Valentine are almost identical. Maybe someone finally figured that out," grumbled Jet. "Anything else interesting?"

"Not good. Not good. Since Faye Faye is Mariah Jet, the two bounties are comined and bunked to 10,500,000!" said Edward a little too loudly. The hacker then covered her mouth. A audible gasp was heard in the shadows. Edward and Jet heard and looked up as Faye walked into the room with an expression mixed of disbelief and fury.

"Great, just fuckin great!" she yelled hysterically, taking all the information that was just overheard. That was a lot for one to take in. Knowing your two identities and raising the bounty on your head made the chances of catching her even higher. Now the ones who knew of her ship would be sure to see it in the sky and would shoot it down. That reminded her that her ship was still in the junkyard on Mars and double thought about its fate. All the pressure got to her and she stormed out of the room and back into her room where Edea was still sleeping, except she had popped her thumb into her mouth and in her sleep sucked on it. Neither Jet nor Edward decided to follow her and see if she was alright. They would wait until she was ready to talk and would then take a course of action. No one at that point was sure of what to do.

The apple, where Faye had dropped it layed forgotten on the ground already rotting.
Careful not to put any pressure on her injuries she once again lied down and cuddled up with her daughter who knew nothing of her pain; knew nothing of her worry and definately didn't know of all her mother's worry for her safe keeping.

Sometimes when she lied awake at night, back when she was on the run she'd watch her daughter sleep, she sometimes thought of leaving her at the place she once considered home; the home of The Bebop of course and going after everyone who was after her, or just hated her. She would go after them and get them before they came after her and her daughter and sometimes didn't care if they got her as long as her daughter was safe. Those thoughts would disipate as she then thought of the burden she would have imposed on Jet and of her trying to make it on her own. Faye didn't know at the time Edward and Spike had returned. Also, leaving her daughter was just something she couldn't do. It was her and Edea against the world. In one part of her mind, she wondered how she was going to explain to Edea about her father. At the time, Spike was supposedly dead, so Edea would never have known her father.

Her daughter. Their daughter. It was strange how she never thought that it would happen and it did.
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(Four years ago)

On the downtime on the Bebop; no bounties, no money, no hot water, Faye and Spike would find a way to get at each others throats. Sometimes, arguements would be funny because of the pointlessness, others would be interesting due to stinging insults thrown at one another. Others would be just get on Jets nerves and he would then have to step in.

Faye was currently sitting on the stairs reading a fashion magazine called Shimmer, Edward was typing away on her computer and Spike was sprawled out on the yellow sofa with a magazine over his face.

"Ohhh, whats that?" questioned Edward, startling Faye as she appeared to the side of her; walking on her hands. The hacker then sat next to Faye and mimicked her pose.

"Thats an ad for green eye cream its supposed to make your eyes bright and bold," Faye explained to the awed kid.

"Its so sparkly," she exclained, "You should get it Faye Faye!" With the exclaim she jumped on her hands again and began walking.

"No Ed, thats not true," Spike said, "Its only for pretty girls." Apparently Spike was up.

"What that supposed to mean!" yelled Faye. Spike said nothing and pretended to be asleep.

"Lunkhead!" she growled rolling up the magazine, proceeded to hit him on the head.

"What the-" replied Spike removing the magazine and looking up at the eyes of an angry woman who then stormed away.

"I'm leaving!" she yelled.

"Hope your not going shopping!" yelled Spike, replacing the magazine over his face...

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She usually fell asleep by the time this thought had surfaced in her brain and continuous dreams of people chasing after her yelling 'Get her, get her' with her running for her life with a bag that contained her daughter.

Little Edea woke up again a little while later and curled up against her mom until she smelled something coming from somewhere out in the ship. She dragged herself out of the room and followed the smell until she came upon the kitchen where 'Uncle Jet' was cooking something delicious.

Standing next to him watching, Edea didn't say anything.

"Is your mom still sleeping?" Jet questioned.

"Uh huh, before she was yelling, 'get away or i'll shoot,' and breathing hard," she told her 'Uncle.'

"Is she alright?" questioned a concerned Jet, scrambling eggs.

"Shes ok. I used to shake her when she yelled, and she would scream so I stopped." Edea could talk a lot for someone four years old. It sounded as if she was having frequent nightmares, Jet assumed.

A loud scream came from the bedroom and Jet turned off the pilot light he was cooking with and went to see what he could do to make her stop screaming.

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Yay another chappie done. This chapter was cowritten by me and Mariah2 and dedicated to all who go back to school on Wednesday.