Gripping the control column, a sly smirk on his face, Spike sent the Swordtail into a barrel roll. Something about aimlessly flying through space was somewhat liberating. Accelerating, he maneuvered for a second roll, when the controls locked up. The whole cockpit felt like it was vibrating as the controls shook under his hands. He was now in a nose dive, and couldn't pull out, light headedness set in, his vision dimming as the whole craft violently shook.

Opening his eyes, straining against the seatbelt, Spike woke with a start. The whole car was vibrating as it drove down a horribly paved road. Shit, that was a weird dream.

From the drivers seat, Faye shot him a confused sidelong glance. "You alright over there?"

Rolling the window down Spike lit a cigarette, still trying to get his bearings. He quickly passed a hand across his forehead wiping away the thin line of perspiration from his skin. "Yeah, just a dream.." Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he looked back to Faye. After much squabbling over who should drive, he conceded defeat, realizing the drive would be much worse if he had to listen to her complain about it the whole time. "How much longer til we get there?"

Glancing at the GPS on the dash, Faye shrugged. "About an hour give or take."

"This road is shit…needs to be paved…" Spike stated matter of factly, staring boredly out the window. "Feels like were the only ones out here. I don't see any other cars."

Nodding in response, Faye locked her eyes on the road. "mm hmm"

Tossing his spent cigarette out the window, Spike leaned his head back against the seat, he glanced to Faye from the corner of his eye, she looked so focused, absentmindedly tapping her fingers on the wheel. An evil smirk slowly spread across his face as he reached out, placing a hand on her knee.

Faye glanced down at his hand, then back to the road. "It's going to be kind of weird playing the part of a brother and sister…considering..."

"Well that just makes this all the more naughty, doesn't it sis?" Spike chuckled cutting her off as his hand slid further up her leg.

"Gross Spike. Don't say things like that…it's…it's creepy." She felt his fingertips trace up the inside of her thigh. "Knock it off…I'm trying to drive."

"But I thought you were such a good driver Faye.." he had leaned over, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. His lips then ghosted against the skin of her neck, and Faye bit her lip when she felt this fingertips graze against her panties. For the briefest of moments, her eyes fell shut.

The screeching of tires, and the loud blare of a horn startled both of them, as Faye blew through a stop sign, the car barely missed being t-boned by a large truck, as she swerved.

Spike could feel his heart practically in his throat. "Jesus Christ Faye! Are you trying to kill us?!"

"Me? That was your fault!"

"You're the one driving….pull over."

Faye shot him a defiant glance. "No"

Grabbing the wheel, he jerked it toward the side of the road, the car skidding to a stop as Faye hit the breaks hard. "Give me the keys Faye. I'm driving."

Leaning back against the seat, she shot him an angry glare. "Are you crazy?! Who's trying to kill us now?"

Rubbing his temples momentarily, Spike turned his eyes back to her. "Guess we're even now aren't…" He was interrupted by Faye getting out of the car, and walking down the road. Sticking his head out the window, he yelled after her. "Hey! Where do you think you are going?" His only answer was a middle finger from his still retreating partner. "Damn it! Faye get back in the car!" Not bothering to answer, she kept walking. Slamming his fist on the dash, Spike exited the car, jogging to catch up with Faye. "Come on…where are you going."

Stopping in her tracks, Faye turned to face him, with anger etched a crossed her features. "I am going home. You can do this on your own. If you want to drive so damn bad, then here you go!" She threw the keys at him, they hit him hard in the chest, as she started back down the side of the road, Spike still trailing her.

"This is all about who is driving? You are being just a tad irrational Faye. What are you gonna do? Walk all the way home."

Spinning around to face him once more, Faye glared with a fiery gaze. "If it means I don't have to spend anymore time with you in that car…then yes I will!" Her fists clenched at her sides, she continued. "And no, it's not about who gets to drive…it's about you always blaming shit on me! You seem to think that you can do no wrong!"

"Would you stop yelling? You are the one who blew through that stop sign and almost got us hit!"

"You're such an asshole sometimes!" Clenching her fists tighter, Faye could feel her nails dig into her palms. Taking a deep breath, she did her best to calm herself before speaking again. " That's all my fault huh? You were the one trying to get in my panties. Let me ask you something Spike…do you think with anything besides your dick? Is that the only redeeming quality you find in me? That I am a good lay?"

Throwing his hands in the air in frustration, Spike sighed. "Well shit Faye…I guess you're right! I guess everything is my fault. I guess I must not love you then right? This must all just be about sex….because I sure as hell couldn't get that anywhere else right? I guess we didn't work through all the shit for any reason right!?" He was becoming increasingly agitated as he spoke, his voice increasing in volume. "Just give me the fucking keys and I'll do this myself. Maybe Jet will come pick you up…or you can hitchhike home…I don't really give a fuck about now!"

"Fuck you Spike!" Faye turned on heel and started down the road once more. He can do it all himself then, I'll just take my cut when he comes home. Faye could hear Spike's foot steps crunch on the gravel behind her, as he kept up with her. She knew he didn't want to do this alone, even if he wouldn't admit it.

Lighting a cigarette, Spike sighed heavily as he followed Faye down the road. He really didn't want to go after this odd bounty on his own, and he sure as hell didn't want her hitch hiking back home, too many weirdo's out there. He knew Jet would most likely pick her up, but the thought of leaving her alone out here in the mean time was a bit unsettling, besides she still had the keys.

"Why are you following me if you don't care how I get home?" Faye stopped, her back still to him.

Taking a deep drag, Spike tilted his head back, watching the thick cloud of smoke dissipate skyward as he exhaled. "Because…sometimes I'm a bad liar."

Faye smirked slightly, keeping her back to him. "Right…and how do I know you aren't lying now…"

Dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it out in the gravel, Spike wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his nose in her hair. " Because…I don't do this often…but it was my fault. If I hadn't been doing what I was…you wouldn't have blown throw that stop sign.. well probably wouldn't have."

Feeling his lips form a smirk against the top her head, Faye turned in his arms to face him, meeting him with a smirk to match his own. "I guess that'll as good as I'm gonna get for now huh?" She knew she had been beyond irrational moments ago. "But you'd better make it up to me Spiegel."

He arched an eyebrow. "How exactly am I going to do that?"

Faye rested her hand on his shoulder, letting it slide down his chest, then his stomach, coming to rest on his belt. A sly grin spread across her face, as she gently gripped his zipper between her fingers. "Take me out for a night on the town." With that she stepped back, and headed toward the car. "You can drive if you really want to."

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Spike shook his head following after her. "Alright…give me the keys."

"You don't have them?"

"No…why would I?"

Faye slowed her pace. "Because when we were arguing, I kind of sort of threw them at you…over there…I think" Pointing at a spot on the side of the road, she turned to him, her best innocent smile on her face. "I thought you picked them up."

" I didn't even know you threw them…Ugghh…This is just fucking great!" Spike raked his fingers through his hair, looking at the distance between the car and where they stood. "I guess we better start looking then."

A soft bluesy tune, fine scotch, and the aroma of a slow burning cigar set the mood for one of Jet's favorite ways to spend his quite time. On the table before him sat the last of his newly trimmed bonsai. Kicking his feet up, he took a slow sip of the aged amber liquid. He had made sure the keep the bottle under his bed, as anywhere else on the ship would have found it long gone by now.

Tapping the ash off the end of his cigar, he knew he should probably get started on dinner, even though there wasn't much food in the fridge. He hoped that Spike and Faye would be able to bring this bounty in, they were running incredibly low on funds, save for the emergency stash Jet had set away.

Rising slowly to his feet, he was about to head for the kitchen, cigar still in hand, when his communicator on the table rang. Seeing that it was Spike calling, he smiled somewhat hopefully to himself. "Hey Spike. You guys get there?"

"Uhh…Not exactly Jet. We've got a bit of a problem."

Jet sat back down, speaking around the cigar firmly clenched between his teeth. "What kind of problem exactly?"

"Well you see…Faye and I we umm…kind of lost the keys."

Slamming the fist of his mechanical arm down on the coffee table, Jet crushed out the cigar in the ashtray. "You were driving…how in the hell did you manage to lose the fucking keys!?"

"We got in a fight, and she sorta threw them.."

Rubbing the back of his head, Jet sighed. "Of course it was the woman…she really.."

"It was my fault." Spike quickly cut Jet off.

"I don't really give a shit who's fault it is…Just find those keys and get on with it."

Turning off the communicator, Jet tossed it on the table, and turned to face Ed who was hanging upside over the back of the couch. "Is Jet-person mad at Spike and Faye-Faye?"

"You don't know the half of it kiddo. Those two are nothing but trouble."

Ed giggled and rolled onto the couch sitting upright. Jet smiled faintly, he thought about dinner for a moment, and then about his emergency fund. His smile growing, he turned back to the young girl. "Hey Edward…how about we order a pizza."

Tossing his communicator on the seat, Spike stretched and turned to Faye. "Well Jet was pissed, but that's no shock…So where did you say you threw them?"

Slipping her sunglasses on, Faye stepped back from the car, under the shade of a near by tree. The afternoon sun was starting to get hot. "I think somewhere between those two big trees over there."

"Well that's pretty vague."

"Well get to looking Spike."

"Me? You're helping. You are the one who threw the keys."

"You're the one who admitted fault. Plus I don't want to get my dress all dirty."

Spike frowned, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it at Faye. "Fine princess, have it your way. But now you are going to be the one who owes me."

Taking a seat on the trunk of the car, Faye rested her feet on the bumper and lit a cigarette, as she watched Spike venture into the tall grass on the side of road. As she smoked, she glanced back to Spike, watching the sun beat against his back as bent over at the waist, searching the grass. She smirked at the muscles in his back as he moved about, suddenly her mind went back to his exploring hands that had gotten them into the mess to begin with. Damn him…he sure is sexy…

"Enjoying the view?"

Snapped out of thought by Spike's comment, she smirked. "Maybe if there was something to look at."

Spike ignored her, and continued his search. "I'm not seeing anything over here Faye. Are you sure this is where you threw them?"

"Yes I'm sure…" Hopping off the trunk, she grabbed Spike's shirt and started toward him, when the sound of something metallic hitting the ground made her stop. She looked down in disbelief. "Umm…Spike…I found the keys."

"What!?" Spike popped up from the tall grass, heading toward her. "Where?"

"They were in the pocket of your shirt I guess. They must've fallen in when they hit you…I guess."

Slapping his forehead, Spike chuckled dryly. "Damn…guess maybe that shirt isn't so bad after all."

Faye opened the back door, and sat down on the seat, her feet on the ground outside. Spike's shirt on her lap. "See…I told you it was just fine." As Spike reached out for his shirt, Faye tossed it behind her, and grabbed his hand, pulling her into the back seat with him.

"Ow…shit." Spike groaned as he hit his head on the door frame.

Faye held back a laugh, as she sat up half way, kissing his forehead. "I think you'll be just fine."

Pushing her back down on the seat the rest of the way, he leaned in to kiss her. "I don't know…I think I might just die from this wound."

Running her fingers over the small lump forming on his forehead, Faye kissed him again, her hands shifting down his body, fumbling with his belt. "I think you'll live."

They were already running behind schedule, one more little delay couldn't do any more harm. Besides, it was always best, at least according to Faye, to be fashionably late.