'I didn't know what the time was, but hell; I didn't have a schedule to follow, so it didn't really matter. I was just comfortable and didn't want to get up.' Heaving a warm sigh, Faye rolled over to her side and notice the scent on the pillow was familiar…his scent.

Opening her eyes, Faye looked around and seeing she was in the bed that was not hers, remembers back to the previous night. Only, he was not here now.

'Wouldn't expect him to linger here,' Faye thought, not distraught, but wondering how the conversation would have gone had she awaken and he was right beside her or in his arms. If he was asleep, she surmised, she would've probably did the same. Figuring there was nothing left to think about and feeling she was overstaying her welcome in his room, she got up, dressed and left to shower.

"You have a death wish, don't you?" Spike growled in a harsh whisper, not moving for it would disturb his daughter.

"What if I do?" Faye replied, stone serious as she sat on the bed and tucked the blanket more around Edea and took the dinosaur book off the bed and placed it onto the nightstand. Spike watched her, unsure of what to say. What could he say?

"We all know what is going to happen in the end. I do not want to put my daughter's life in danger. She deserves so much better than what she's had to go through. If I—"

"Don't even go there!" Spike interrupted, disgusted and horrified at where this was heading. "What do you want me to say, your mother went and got herself killed, because she just gave up on—"

"I will never give up on my daughter! I just don't want her to be killed in another attempt to escape in this wretched life!"

"She's going to need a mother!" As Spike was arguing back, a little louder than necessary, Edea stirred.

"Hi mommy," Edea stirred with a small yawn and sat up.

"Edea, I want to talk to you," Faye replied, lifting the small girl into her arms and embracing her. It took a minute for her to formulate what she was going to say.

"He is your dad," she started, pointing at Spike, who could only watch as his child was cradled by her mother, with much affection. He somehow felt he wanted to be a part of the scene, as if everything had just changed. He waited to see where the conversation was going.

"How come I only seen him in the picture?" Edea questioned, looking at her mom.

"Because momma and you father had to go away for a while, but we are here now for you and never forget that," she continued, never letting go. Spike surmised that since she was promising her presence for her child, she would not go off and do something stupid. He stayed silent and let them continue their moment.

"Your father will never let anything happen to you. He's gonna make sure no one ever hurts you," she kept on, a heavy gloom in her voice. Tension flared as Spike's positive speculation turned into utter disaster as though Faye was literally telling Edea, Spike was going to have to care for her because she was going to get killed.

"What are you sa—" Spike was interrupted as Edea climbed out of Faye's arms and right into Spike's. Surprise overtook him, but he quickly stifled it and gingerly wrapped his arms around the small child. Regardless of anything, Edea was going to need her father.

"I love you daddy," she told her dad, with a small smile.

"I love you too kiddo," Spike responded back, his eyes never leaving Faye's.

"Momma's gonna go do a little work with Edward. Why don't you read to daddy," Faye suggested, not looking at Spike.

"Ok," Edea said as she picked up a book lying on the floor on the other side of the bed. This book had a picture of a cat rolling around with another cat, playing with it. Edea placed the book so that the two of them could see it. Spike was staring at her, but she kept her gazed averted as she left the room.

Faye then remembered that Edward had sustained an injury when they went on the now-regretted field trip. She had never seen Edward hold a gun, let alone shoot one off and wondered if the trauma she now had on her conscious was her fault. There would be no way to know if the man had obtained a blow or if the three shots were missed. Had Ed known there would be danger associated with being with her? It was her idea, but Faye knew she could have said no or went herself. Edward never found herself in trouble or a situation she couldn't handle or get herself out of and would now have a few scars.

Faye felt heavy guilt for allowing this to happen. As she entered the living area, she saw Edward in her corner, on her computer typing away. She wore a loose fitting, long sleeved shirt that she wouldn't have normally worn. Faye hoped to God it was the chill in the room and not to keep her injury from jet.

"Edward?" Faye began as she stood in the doorway. Edward continued to type, but looked in her direction as if to finish a thought. "Are you alright?" she questioned, walking over to the hacker and sitting on the couch right behind her.

"Ed's fine," Edward told her, typing away, yet looking at Faye. "Ed patched herself up and just wants to forget about it. Just don't tell Jet."

"I won't," Faye sulked, looking away. A heavy sinking feeling told her Edward was trying to keep this from Jet. Maybe she wanted to cover for both of them, wondering what or if Spike would say anything to Jet. "I'm so sorry."

"It was Ed's idea. By the way, Ed found information on the man at your old apartment. Names Zander Hrolasz. There is a 6,000,000 bounty on him. Says he is known to catch bounties to pull himself out of the hole. Maybe he thinks he can catch enough bounties to get rid of the one on his head.

Faye lounged on the couch and put her feet up. "Wish it was that easy. I'd catch more than enough bounties to clear mine right up." All was silent. Suddenly, Fay sat up slightly. "Do you think?"

"Ed's on the case!" Edward chimed as she rolled over and stood on her hands, a tactic she pulled when she was excited.

"Do you think you can pull up some information on that and of Bounties who have actually gotten away with it?" she questioned, liking the sudden hope.

"Can Ed do it? Yes, she can!" Edward sang as she typed a bit with her toes. Hearing that line before, Faye looked at Edward.

Noticing the look, Edward rang, "Edward's been watching old Earth cartoons with Edea and they have messed with Ed's head." She then sank back into an upright position and swayed side to side as if to be in a trance.

"Tell me about it," Faye mumbled as she went to shower.

As Spike completed his back spin kick with a left knee, he heard the door creak open. Not seeing anyone in his peripheral, he figured it just creaked open on its own and continued his martial arts moves until he saw Edea near the door. She was attempting the spin kick he had just completed. It wasn't bad either. When she noticed he was watching her, she stopped.

"Not bad," Spike chimed positively.

"Watch this!" she commanded, doing a small front kick and then followed it with a back kick.

"Where did you learn that?" Spike questioned.

"I saw it from TV and I tried it," Edea said innocently.

"I've been training like this for many years," he told his daughter.

"Can you teach me?"

"I think I can."

"Wait! I want to show you something else," little Edea commanded as she walked into the room, took a moment and then bent forward, putting her hands on the floor and pushing off. The handstand lasted a little more than two seconds and she fell forward, landing on her back.

"I see Ed has been teaching you," Spike said as he walked over to her.

Thus began the first lesson.