Why does Spike hate Tomboy's?

A/N: This is set probably right after Brain Scratch. Please RxR and tell me if it was ok and all. I was thinking about doing one from Faye's POV on how Spike is such a girl, but iunno, you decide

Summary: What the title says. Small FayexSpike

Disclaimer: I don't own it

It wasn't that he purposely hated tomboy's…they just annoyed him to no end. Jet had once asked Spike why he couldn't stand Faye and he had simply replied –

"She's a tomboy."

"So?"

"So…" Spike took a long drag on his Marlboro Red cigarette, letting the plumes of smoke fly, as if it were his reasons that he couldn't catch, like Faye the smoke.

Luckily at that moment Faye had stormed in and the moss haired man had other things to concern himself with.

However Jet's question had stayed in his mind for a while now. Why did he detest her so? Ok, so he's narrowed it down to a 'tomboy' thing…but what is the thing?

Spike growled and flung his finished addiction to the floor, using his heel to ground it to the dirt, imagining it were Faye's face.

Faye did have a pretty face, there was no denying that, and Spike, being Spike, couldn't help but notice the other pretty things about her.

Julia…she didn't exactly stand up to Spike. She was a small sapling bending over to his whim…Spike smirked at the irony before coughing and heading back towards the Bebop, long strides taking him swiftly through the street.

Faye was the only woman who actually bothered to stand up to Spike, apart from Jet in an apron, he thought wryly. But then again, Jet never really made much sense to him. Spike blinked. He had practically confessed that the shrew made valuable sense. Well, Spike snorted as he entered the Bebop, sometimes anyway.

But dammit…what is it about tomboy's that he hated the most? Not all of them had the great mouth that could insult you and encourage you at the same time, not like Faye's…Spike assumed it was a unique trait…one he wasn't quite sure if he loathed or loved.

He saw her there. She had leapt up from the yellow couch and had already flung words at him, words he was not listening to…as usual. Spike looked down at her, his usual boredom etched on his face. She stood like a woman, dressed like a woman, acted like a woman with bad hormones -to say the least- and held her own with style.

Is that what made a tomboy? Hanging round with comrades, eating noodles, defending yourself?

Spike had always liked strong women…but is that really what made Faye Valentine a tomboy? It was pathetic.

Spike smirked as he thought that and Faye instantly stopped yelling at him. Her eyes narrowed and before he had a chance to even say his witty line to the Romani, he was pressed against the hangar's doors in the searing kiss of the Gypsy's.

The lunkhead couldn't stop her, and maybe that's why Spike Spiegel loathed tomboy's…they made him feel like a girl.

-PapP

-Becky