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Here I am with another chapter!

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(four years ago)

The night was calm and quite. The Bebop was actually on the up side; bounties were plentiful and there was more than enough money for food and even some to spend to their wishing. Jet and Ed were out buying everything they need for the ship, so that left Spike and Faye alone, which wasn't all that bad considering they weren't fighting. Faye was laying on the couch lazily flipping through the channels in the dark room. The glare of the TV, the only light in the room showed Fayed dressed for just the lazy occasion; sweat pants and a black tank top. All wasn't dull though, for Faye had a bottle of Sapphire, a popular vodka on Mars at hand.

Spike entered the room and seeing Faye on the couch, purposely sat on her back. He also looked casual, clad in a pair of boxer shorts and a muscle shirt.

"Do you mind luckhead!" yelled Faye setting her bottle down and trying to push the lanky man off of her.

"What are you drinking?" he questioned still sitting on her.

Getting annoyed, Faye rolled off the couch, landing on the floor while Spike just fell onto the couch. Spike then spraweled out and sighed.

"Your an ass," she muttered before picking up her bottle, but all spike did was position himself to the inner part of the couch, leaving some space and patting the area. Faye simply took it as invite and laid down next to him taking another sip from her bottle and then passing it to him. He in turn, took a long gulp and placed the bottle on the floor. Faye continued watching TV, not paying any attention to Spike until he wrapped his arms around her, only she snuggled more closer to him and they watched TV together occasionally drinking the Sapphire until all the contents were empty. The TV blared show soap opera with a woman having to choose between two men and having a hard time trying to choose one.

Spike wasn't really into the soap opera, but was simply enjoying his alone time with Faye. Leaning his head into the crook of her neck, he gave it a small kiss while taking in the fragrance of her hair. Faye flinched a bit but then smiled and turned so she was face to face with Spike.

"What would you do now if I tried to kiss you?" questioned Spike playfully.

"I don't know, we'll just have to see," she replied just as playfully. Spike tilted her chin and captured her lips in a passionate kiss; she did not pull away, but embraced it. After a little bit, they broke apart gasping for breath.

"What about Julia?" questioned Faye as Spike trailed kisses down her neck.

"Whos she?" sighed Spike as she continued.

"Lets take this to my room," moaned Faye. Spike picked her up and headed to her room, the TV still blaring forgotten...

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"Do you regret it?" Faye questioned Spike as he took in the story that stuck in his mind since it had happened.

"No," Spike answered. "Shes mine?"

"Yes," replied Faye, "She has your eyes and is four years old.

"Damn," was all Spike could say, running a hand through his hair. He had a kid now; he created a human life and had not known it for four years. Was he ready to step up and take responsibility now?

"Did you love her?"

"What?"

"When I asked you that night about Julia, did you love her?"

"No. I thought I did, but I was just seeing the present and not looking at the present." Spike told as his past flashed before his eyes. All the times he thought of Julia, when he saw the past, all the searching, it was for nothing.

"Then why'd you go looking for her?" That question sure caught him off guard. What was he supposed to tell her? It was true that he went to find her, but for what?

"I needed closure," he replied, looking at the door, focusing on the bullet hole.

"It really hurt!" growled Faye. All the pain she felt when he left came flooding back; all the tears, the agony, her leaving. The only thing she did not regret was having Edea.

"I realize now that the past is s!"

"Help me," asked Faye desprately.

"Huh?"

"I don't want to live like this!" yelled Faye. Spike sat right next to her and put his arm around her and vowed he would do what it took to save his family. His family... this was something new to him. Grabbing his hand, she laced her fingers with his and laid her head on his shoulder finally trusting Spike after a long time.

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"So Faye-Faye have you met anyone since we were last together?" questioned Edward finishing putting on lavender nail polish on Faye's first toe. Some things never change. Edward had gotten a few bottles of nail polish, and seeing Faye lounging on the couch, her legs crossed, bare feet fidgeting slightly, so she just started painting her toe nails without even asking. Faye didn't mind though, she remembered when Edward did it a while ago and just didn't mind anymore.

Faye's foot flinched feeling the sensation of something touching her foot, but then looked down and found Edward painting her nails, so she just smiled.

"Well, there was one time when I was staying with this woman who looked like she could be someones grandmother," Faye began.

(Three years ago)

A woman and what appeared to be a small child were huddled together on a park bench at a community park on Earch. Colorful arrays of leaves floated among the ground and fell off trees on occasion. The two shivered together in total sadness. Faye Valentine had just left yet another one the places she was living; she couldn't even get to her ship which was located in the woods about 2 miles away from the park. The two were staying in an abandoned cabin, which wasn't in bad condition at all. The place looked like one huge livingroom with a sofa, a long coffee table and a TV. There was a bearskin rug right next to the table, but Faye quickly disposed of it, because she did not want to tramatize her daughter.

Comfortable living conditions never really stuck with Faye, for as quickly as they have became aquaint with the place, bounty hunters have found it. Kind of hard to realize that they could've tracked her down from the middle of nowhere. Anyway, she took out her gun, shot each bounty hunter quickly, grabbed her bag and ran, ran as fast as she could, daughter in her arms, no destination in mind.

Finally, the morning sun had risen over the trees and Faye had found herself at a park, far from her old home. Catching her breath, she walked over to the closest bench and sat down, her legs feeling very shakey. Then she adjusted the blanket her daughter was wrapped in, so it covered her now sleeping form, so it was partly covering herself too. The autumn breeze chilled her to the bone because she forgot her coat at the cabin, but was thankful she dressed her daughter warmly for bedtime.

"What am I going to do?" she wondered aloud to no one in particular. After a while, Faye noticed that the morning was brightening, but there was an awful chill that caused the park to be empty, except for one person. Faye noticed as she looked around, a woman was over by the pond feeding the ducks. Maybe she would be able to help them out, Faye thought as she saw the duccks stand right under her feet and quack happily as she fed them pieces of her bagel. The woman looked to be in her late 50s with gray streaked dirty blonde to almost brown hair. She was clad in a beige winter coat and black shoes.

What if the lady thought Faye was one of those "houligans" who thought she would mug her or hurt her? Well, there was no time like the present to find out.

"Excuse me!" yelled Faye over to the woman. The older woman did not jump scared, but just turned around realizing that she too was not alone in the park.

"Hello sweety, what brings you to-- oh, is that a child you have?" said the woman gently as she sat next to Faye. Looking at Faye's eyes, she could see the pain Faye felt.

"This is my daughter Edea," told Faye. It seemed kind of odd, but Faye felt like she could trust this woman.

"You've been through a lot," the woman told, "I can see it in your eyes. Its not common to see mothers here in the early hours, especially when it is this cold."

"I have no place to go," mumbled Faye looking down at her daughter who seemed to curl up more against her mom.

"If you can trust me, you can come live with me. My children are all grown up and out the house," the woman offered.

"Your offering me all of this and you don't even know me?" questioned Faye, afterward realizing she just "opened mouth and inserted foot."

"Oh? And just where are my manners? My name is Ann Magdulen, but you can just call me Grandma." Faye chuckled at the last part. Who would want people to call them their grandparent; isn't it the point to appear younger? A grandma seems like the nurturing type, and maybe this lady would afterall help her.

"I'm Fa-- Mariah Jet," Faye stuttered.

"Faye Valentine," revealed Grandma. Faye had a look of shock.

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"Ooo, she knew you were Faye-Faye," chimed in Edward, who had just finished painting Fayes toenails; a variety of lavender, soft blue, petal pink and white.

"She watched Big Shot, but did not care for bounties, it was just entertainment for her. She took me and Edea into a warm and safe environment and it was actually pretty nurturing. Grandma offered us a lot of money to live on, but I couldn't take it so she put it in a pink pouch if I ever needed it."

"Why did you leave grandma?" wondered Edward in awe as she started painting her own toes.

"Well...one day, Edea and I returned home from doing her grocery shopping when I went into the bedroom and found grandma had passed away. It was very heartbreaking. Seeing I couldn't stay when the family came, I covered her up, took the money, and left without showing Edea; making up a lie that Grandma had to go live with relatives," told Faye.

"Aww, thats so sad," replied Edea in awe.

"I went to get my ship afterwards. The beautiful purple and pink blanket on my bed was made by her; crocheted. She tried to teach me, but I was so bad at it. I'm glad she cared about a total stranger."

Little Edea had been sleeping and not seen her mother since she was sick. Hopefully, she will not be scared when she sees her again.

After a while, Edea came into the livingroom and ran to her mom and hugged her, glad to see her mother alright.

"Edward, I am going to take my bounty off, but I'm going to need your help," requested Faye, placing the young child on her lap.

"Whats the plan?" gleamed Edward walking on her hands, waving her feet around so the polish can dry and entertaining Edea in the process.

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