"You will not take me in!" yelled a hysterical Faye Valentine, holding up her gun with a trembling hand, a silver bracelet jiggling slightly. "My bounty or your life; I will kill you!" Just then Jet and Edea burst into the room, seeing Spike against the wall and Faye with her gun pointed at him. Spike showed no sense of fear though, for he was familiar with the scene in the past.

"Mommy what are you doing?!" cried a scared Edea, running up to her mother and wrapping her arms around her waist, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Spike what are you doing?" questioned Jet walking over to the scene.

"I was just seeing if she was alright, and shes over here telling me I will die before I turn her in," said a now slightly uneasy Spike.

"She must think your a bounty hunter she once faced," replied Jet. Faye let out a shot, missing Spike by six inches and hit the left side of the doorway leaving a quarter-sized hole. After firing the shot, Jet grabbed her hand and took the gun; noticing Faye was sweating profusely and looked dazed. Not being able to decifer Spike from another bounty hunter, there was definately something wrong. Jet reached out and put his hand on her forehead, noticing it was burning up.

"Don't take my daughter!" yelled Faye, hugging Edea tightly, tears also streaming down her eyes.

"She has a fever and must be delirious," Jet diagnosed, pushing Faye to a laying position, only to have her struggle to stay in an upright position. "Faye, none of this is true, your only hallucinating."

"Jet, you were on my side! How could you... how could you betray me like this!" Littlie Edea stayed glued to her mother's side not saying a word but only sobbing. Finally, Faye collapsed, letting go of Edea. Spike ran over to Faye not really sure what to think. He was very close to having his head shot off by a delusional woman. The thing is, she thought he was one of the bounty hunters she must've faced in the past. What if she was thinking of the incident between her and him on Mars. It was an accident after all,... he wished he could believe.

Jet called Edward into the room and told her to take little Edea out of the room. Edward picked up little Edea and with much struggle from the screaming girl, took her to another part of the ship.

After a few minutes, Jet and Spike left the room, Jet still holding onto Faye's gun.

--

"Its not so hard," assured Edward happily, showing Edea how to walk on her hands, her gray pajama pants sliding up revealing two thin ankles. Clad in gray pajama pants and a red tank top, it seemed like it was still early morning. Kind of hard to know when traveling through space, so they relied on clocks to know the time of day.

"I can't do that Auntie Edward," complained little Edea watching in awe, Ein sitting in the corner watching the scene.

At the sound of that, Edward landed upright saying, "Auntie Edward, Ed likes the sound of that. Auntie Edward will teach little Edea how to do a handstand in no time."

"Yay!" she squeled excitedly, ready to attempt the handstand. Falling down, Edea became discouraged like all kids do when they can't do something right the first time. "I can't do it," she whined.

"You got to keep practicing," the older girl encouraged her "niece" telling her to put her hands on the ground, and then picking up her feet, allowing the little one to walk on her hands. Edward thought it was a good idea to distract the young child so she would not worry about her mother. Deep down though, Edward was uncertain about Faye's condition, but felt that Faye could get through anything.

Setting the young girl down, Edward started another handstand and taunted Edea to chase her while she "ran" on her hands; both having a good laugh in the process.

--

Jet went back to the kitchen and threw out the settled cooking that was left out. It has only half cooked, but left out so it was no good. Attepting to retry breakfast, Jet wondered what had happened during the four years that could drive Faye to just lose it. He knew Faye was not crazy, but seemed to have had too much bottled up to the point of causing her to become ill.

Overtime, Jet has come to care about his crew. It was a soft side of his he had come to accept. Though displaying a gruff interior, he would help any one of his crew members if they needed backup. Jet had also, looked very much like he had in the time of four years. Whatever had been left of his Jet Black(lol pun) hair, was still there. Parts of his robotic self were still part of him. The only change was of his clothes. He was relaxed in casual slacks and loose t-shirts.

"The only one who could change her is him..." he thought.

--

Spike had gone to his secluded part of the ship where he would practice his martial arts. Only the light of the stars shown, but was not an issue because Spike only concentrated on his attacks. Only today were thoughts clouding his concentration. After about two half-assed kicks, Spike gave up and sat against the wall.

"If only she would have f come back, I would not have shot her!" he thought bitterly to himself standing up and looking out into deep space. Wouldn't he have spotted her somewhere at all during the past four years. After all, its not like she was just an ordinary face in the crowd. He always knew she was one in a million, but could not see it for he was always pursuing the past, the life that was there but not the present he could touch.

"F THE PAST!" yelled Spike, punching a hole into the wall, not feeling the pain as his hand started bleeding.

--

Later on that day, Spike entered the room slyly and took a seat at the edge of the bed. Faye looked so calm, sleeping so peacefully. Four years had passed since they had last seen each other. Neither had changed all that much although Faye had long hair. Spike was still his normal self. He knew Faye had no idea on how he was alive to this day, but decided he would tell her when she resumed her "normal" state. Little Edea was off on the Bebop somewhere probally playing with Edward. Maybe she actually was his child; they did have similiar eyes after all, and not many people had that color eye. One night... one night was all they spent together.

(four years ago)

"You are such an ass!" yelled Faye, throwing the closest thing in the room, which was one of Jet's books. In the course of anger, she wasn't looking for an object to throw, but just picked up the nearest object and threw it. She wanted him to feel pain due to there was so much anger inside of her. Why does he have to always bring her up, especially in arguements.

Sometimes Faye and Spike would get along so well one each other they would become close. Often it ended with Spike bringing up Julia or telling her that he could not be with her because "she was no Julia." It seemed like an awful thing to tell someone, but then again it was Spike she was talking to, and he wasn't exactly the perfect gentlemen. True, she had grown to feel a sort of affection towards him, but was so turned off when he brought up his past relationships.

There were times though when they were sitting around, just the two of them watching TV and Faye would lay down next to Spike on the couch and he would put an arm around her. At first it freaked her out and caused her move away, but when she saw that he was not going to do anything, she stayed there. Sometimes she would even put her head on his shoulder and he would wrap his arms around her. Once, Faye was sleeping on Spike's shoulder, snoring very softly and Spike unconciously muttered 'Julia' and Faye must have been a very light sleeper for she shot up instantly and yelled, "What?!"

"Shit," replied Spike coherently.

"Why the would you call me Julia?!" demanded Faye, now standing up.

Being his cocky self, he simply stated, "Your no Julia."

"You are such an ass!" yelled Faye, throwing the closest thing in the room, which was one of Jet's books.

Just as Spike was caught up in his reverie, he did not notice Faye stirring.

"Spike," mumbled Faye weakly.

"Huh," uttered Spike coming out of his daydream.

"What are you doing in here?"

"You freaked out before and tried to shoot me." Spike told nonchalantly.

"I did?" questioned Faye confused, putting her unwounded arm over her eyes. She must've not remembered due to her altered state and illness.

"Well you were dillusional and sick so you just started shooting," told Spike, standing up and leaning against the wall, about to light up a cigarette...

"Don't even! I quit four years ago and I don't need to smell that s!" Spike put away his lighter and cigarette, then sat back down, closer to Faye.

Out of the silence, Faye brought up, "Remember that night..."

"I can't forget..."

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Ohhhh, your finally going to find out what happened that night four years ago... next time.