Author's Note: YAY! This is my best friend's and my first fic together!! This is how it's gonna work, I write one chapter, she writes the next one and the very last chapter we write together!! :) This one was written by Anubis-Shinigami! Enjoy!!:)

Disclaimer: We sadly do not own this awesome anime!!!

Chapter 1: Man, I Feel Like a Woman

A lone ancient Indian chief sat in front of his tent. He closed his eyes and meditated on the stars while sand was pouring from his left hand into four separate puddles. He murmured something in his ancient tongue before saying:

"Sometimes those who are different are the same.

The Great Spirit watches us all from above.

Sometimes those who are the same are to blame;

They cause the heavens to crisscross all love.

Many do not realize what they ought,

They seek one that cannot be sought."

"Father, what are you doing?" A young boy asked as he looked up at the ancient Indian.

"Bringing two souls together by separation."

"Look, Faye, how many times do I have to tell you?! Stop blowing off MY share of the bounty at the racetrack! That's what you have yours for!"

"I need MY share to buy ME food and other womanly things!"

"I don't give a damn! Now what am I going to do?! I'm hungry!"

"Jet made bell peppers and beef, so eat that!"

"Bell peppers and beef is supposed to have BEEF, Jet makes his without it!"

"Well, deal with it! You're a man – tough it out!!"

"MEOOOOOOOWWWW!! BARK BARK!! Tehee Faye-Faye and Spike fight like cats and doggies!!!" Ed said as she kept imitating both Faye and Spike.

"Shut up, Ed!" Both Faye and Spike yelled at her. They then glared at each other, as if insulted that they had one thought in their heads that matched the other's.

"I'm going out!" Faye and Spike yelled at the same time. They both glared at each other again and then stomped off to their separate rooms. As soon as they left, Ed tumble-rolled to where Ein was.

"It's alright Ein, you can come out now. Faye-faye and Spike left," as soon as Ed said that, Ein cautiously crawled out from under the desk he was hiding under.

Meanwhile in another room . . .

"Good riddance. I knew I should have put that sleeping potion in both of their drinks," Jet mumbled as he rolled over and put the pillow on his head, covering his ears.

Let's see what do I need . . . Faye thought as she grabbed a bag. She started to rummage through all of her things. Hmmm toothbrush, toothpaste, more toiletries, lingerie . . .hm? This might come in use . . . Faye smirked as she picked up her pepper spray. She then tossed it into her bag.

'THUD'

"What was that?" Faye asked herself. Shortly, after she heard a string of curses. Faye sighed. Some people are born with incurable diseases. Why did Spike's have to be stupidity?

She proceeded to grab many things including clothes and lots of ammunition and tossed them into her bag. When she thought she was all packed, She started for the door. Right before she left, she quickly grabbed her tranquilizer gun.

Ok, I need . . .ummm what do I need? Spike asked himself as he stood in the middle of the room and scratched his head. How is it possible to even find anything in my room?! Maybe Jet is right, I need to start cleaning my room. Just as Spike said that, he saw something dash across his room.

"What the – ?!" Spike quickly grabbed a broom, which really came from nowhere, and started whacking his floor with it. Then again, in Spike's room, there really was no floor to speak of. Clothes and other objects covered the floor almost knee-deep.

"HA! I got ya!" Spike told himself as he was convinced the intruder was killed. Just then, he was bitten by something. "OW! What the – ?! Spike said as he turned around. Unfortunately, as he tuned around, his other leg caught on something. This resulted in Spike's falling and a large 'thud' echoing throughout the ship.

"Fucking Shit!!!" Began Spike's river of curses. Luckily, his fall was broken by the layer of clothes which littered the floor. As Spike was lying in his mountain of clothes, he looked around.

"Hey! I've been looking for this for two months now!" Spike said happily as he sat up and grabbed a key from the vortex of mess.

"I can't believe it! I found the spare key to my ship!!" Spike got up and took his relatively small bag which contained only his toothbrush, toothpaste and ammunition for his gun. He started to look around for the other key to his ship.

Spike looked at the table from which he got his bag and he remembered that he left the key to his ship there. It took the putting of two brain cells in order for Spike to realize that the key he was holding wasn't the spare, but the one he'd been having for the past two months WHILE he was looking for the spare.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!!" Spike fumed. In his anger he stomped out of his room door. Unluckily for him, he saw the face of the person that made him angrier that anything else could.

"Well someone's not in a good mood," Faye teased, knowing full well that she was pissing Spike off even more.

"SHUT UP!! There are three things I hate in the world – animals, children, and bitchy WOMEN!" Spike yelled at Faye as he pointed and accusatory finger at her. Faye merely smirked as she started to walk toward her ship.

"You go that way and I'll go the other way!" Spike yelled at Faye. Spike stopped walking as Faye continued on her way. Wait a minute . . .

1. . .2 . . . Faye started to count in her mind.

There is only ONE way to get to the ship dock! DAMN IT!! Spike curse himself.

3 . . . Faye finished her counting as Spike started walking in the other direction, toward Faye. Faye smirked.

"Wow, so you really do have two brain cells to rub together. You surprise me, Spike," Faye taunted.

"Shut up, Faye, " Spike said as calmly as he could. By now he had finally caught up with Faye, and they started to walk in silence. And it wasn't companionable. After a while something caught Spike from the corner of his eye. He slightly turned his head to Faye's direction. Well, the good news is that Spike figured out what had caught his attention. The bad news is that it was Faye's boobs' bouncing.

I wonder if they're soft or squishy. . . Spike found himself thinking. After a while of looking at them, he noticed that Faye was glaring at him. He quickly turned away, and to his relief he realized that they were at the dock. He quickly parted from Faye and got into his ship and got it prepared for take off.

Pervert . . . Faye thought as she got into her ship. She purposely maneuvered her ship in front of Spike's. Basically, Spike couldn't fly off until Faye did. And Faye took her time getting ready to take off. She stretched, opened her cockpit and lazily slinked into it. She turned her ship on and spent at least five minutes on deciding what station she wanted to listen to.

Hurry up, Faye. I'm hungry . . .Wait, I don't have any money to buy food . . . Spike growled as he sat in his cockpit. He was ready to take off. He crossed his arms and glared at Faye. Finally, Faye turned to look at Spike, grinned, and finally took off.

Faye sighed with happiness as she arrived at her favorite place: the racetrack. She "parked" her ship in the parking lot merely by landing it. She didn't particularly care if she took up more than three parking spaces as well as some of the road. Besides, if she hurried she could get to watch the first race AND bet on it. Within a few minutes of walking, Faye was at the betting booth.

"Oh, hello, Miss. Who will it be for you today?" Faye stopped to think. She looked at the stats of the running hounds.

"Hmm I think I shall take number two today," Faye answered, her hope of winning growing by the minute.

"Alright then, how much?"

"I think . . .80,000 woolongs."

"80,000?! A bit much don't you say?"

"No, I'm feeling lucky today!" The booth manager stopped himself from heaving a sigh. Poor girl, she says that every time she bets . . . and she loses every time. "Alright, then. Here's your receipt," the man said as she handed a slip of paper to Faye. Faye smiled and happily walked over to where the race was already beginning.

Spike spotted a village which came up on his radar. Hmm maybe they have some good food Spike thought, ignoring the fact that he had no money. He landed his ship right outside of the village. As he got out, he regretted having parked his ship this far out. The desert was burning up, the smoldering heat started to creep up on Spike's brain.

"I hate the outdoors, " Spike mumbled as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets and continued to walk toward the village. By the time he got there, the sun was even higher up in the sky then when he arrived on the planet. Spike groaned and started to look round for a place to eat, any place. By this time, Spike wasn't too picky about what he should eat.

Spike's eyes almost lit up as he spotted a tavern. Taverns are famous for alcoholic drinks. And where there's alcohol, there's going to be food. At least, that was Spike's train of thought. Spike quickly walked toward the tavern and ignored all the looks he was getting. His eyes seemed like those of an angry wolf.

He entered the tavern with surprising speed. He found a table and sat down. Spike waited patiently for five whole seconds before a waitress came over

"Hello, what will it be for you today?" she asked politely. Spike picked up a menu and glanced through it. It only had three items on it.

"Everything you've got, please," Spike said politely as he smiled wide. "And could you please cook it as fast as you can?" The waitress almost dropped her notebook.

"A-alright then. I'll see how fast we can cook this up," she answered quickly before dashing off to the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, Spike was looking at a full course meal.

Faye continued to jump up and down, ignoring the lusty looks men were giving her. I can't believe it! Number two actually won! I WON Faye happily walked off to where she would collect her winnings.

"Well, miss, looks like you were right! Congratulations!" the toll booth manager told Faye as he handed her a wad of cash. He was genuinely happy because he had seen Faye come and go and lose more than she had ever won. Faye just smiled, took her money and said 'thanks' before walking back to her ship. This calls for a celebration

By the time Faye got to her ship, she had already counted all of her money, twice. She had a total of 380,000 woolongs. She got into her ship and took off. Faye relaxed to the beat of the music which was playing. She heard a long intermittent beep.

"Huh? Oh, I'm getting a call." Faye told herself as she looked at the video phone. She looked at the source. "Oh, it's just Jet. I'll call him back later." At the moment, Faye wanted to relish in her success.

"What the hell?! Where did he go?!" the waitress snapped at no one in particular.

And I do it again, Spike smugly thought to himself. He had AGAIN successfully sneaked out of paying his bills. Spike found energy to get himself to one of the rooms in the tavern. If he wanted to he could sneak out the window later. By the time Spike finally got to one of the rooms, he was already getting sleepy.

I suppose it won't hurt if I take a minor nap . . .

"What'll it be, miss?" the bartender asked Faye. Faye sat down on the barstool.

"A bloody Mary please," Faye answered as she smiled. Her smile soon turned into a frown. The man sitting next to her had touched her butt. After he did, she thought of Spike and this perverted man. She remembered a saying, "God gave all men a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to run one at a time."

"Perverted fool," Faye simply said as she easily knocked him off his stool, successfully rendering him unconscious once he hit his head on the floor.

"Here you go, miss," the bartender said as he handed Faye her glass. The bartender pretended to ignore the unconscious man on the floor.

A few drink later, Faye not only felt tipsy, but also sleepy. By this time, she had somehow found herself off the barstool and in the upstairs region. She stumbled into a door and once she found that it wasn't locked, she went in. It took a lot of stumbling before she finally got to the bed and laid down. The soft and warm bed sheets practically invited her to sleep.

Light streamed in through the windows. Spike rolled over, successfully tangling himself in the bed sheets. After a few minutes of debate, Spike decided to get up and start his day. Being the lazy bum he was, Spike simply got up and left the room. He neither bothered to make the bed nor to fix his hair.

Hmmm, I don't really remember these stairs . . .they look kinda different. Oh well, I smell breakfast.

As soon as Spike was almost downstairs, he took a cautious look around. After he realized that last night's waitress wasn't around, he proceeded to go downstairs.

"Good morning, shall I make you breakfast?" Spike looked into the direction of the voice. It was a middle aged bartender. Spike simply nodded.

It took Spike only five minutes to finish his breakfast. I really need to go . . .Spike thought to himself as he started to look around the tavern for the restroom. After he spotted it in the corner, he proceeded towards it. On his way to the restroom, Spike got slapped on the butt by some random man while yet another pinched it.

"What the hell?!" Spike yelled. As soon as those words came out of his mouth, Spike realized something was wrong. Why is my voice that high?! My voice isn't supposed to be cracking at this age!! In his confusion, Spike went into the mens' restroom and looked into the mirror. However, the face that was staring at him didn't belong to him, it belonged to—

"FAYE?!"

Penetrating light woke Faye from her peaceful slumber. She groggily opened her eyes and regretted that at the same time. She rolled over, messing the sheets even more as she did.

Like drinking, hate hangover,. Faye thought as she realized it was no use trying to go back to sleep. After five minutes of just laying there, she got up and started to search for her bag.

That's funny, it's not anywhere. I could have sworn I left it around her somewhere . . .

Forgetting her bag for a moment, Faye made her way to the bathroom. She didn't even bother to look at herself in the mirror. I probably look hideous. I always do in the morning. Without even thinking, Faye took off her shirt and pants.

Wait a minute, I don't remember wearing pants when I went to sleep. Was I that drunk? Faye started to look down in order that she could see the pants and say if they belonged to her or not. She found something down there, alright, but it wasn't what she thought it was.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Faye screamed. She clutched her throat. Why's my voice so deep?! Faye quickly turned to look in the mirror.

"SPIKE?!"

End Notes::) So what did you think?! I'm really excited because this is my FIRST co-written fic!! I hope you all enjoyed it!