A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry that I haven't submitted anything for a few days. I had this 5 page essay on Emily Dickinson due and it was pretty hard to write about. I can't believe how one person can be so miserable but write excellent poetry! It's unheard of to me! XD But anyways, here's chapter 11. I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Faye slowly opened her eyes as the morning after the night before emerged. She lay facing the huge window in her one bedroom apartment that covered the entire wall. Though the curtains were covering up the brightness of the sun, she could feel its rays warming her cheeks. She sighed, thinking about the amazing dream she'd had. She and Spike confessing their love for one another.

"Mmm…" She heard a man grumble from behind her. She glanced down to see his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She slightly turned to see none other than her love, Spike Spiegel, stirring in his sleep. So, it wasn't a dream. She and Spike were finally one.

'Jesus Christ, how can I forget a night like that?' She thought, thinking about the incredible love Spike made to her. The feeling he gave her, that she was the only woman he could ever love. The only woman he could ever be with. Though she did believe that he made all of the woman he came in contact with (except for Camilla) feel that way, she couldn't help but love it.

"Mmmm….." Spike continued to stir loudly in his sleep as he gripped Faye's waist tighter, making Faye feel as if she were wearing a belt three times smaller than she was.

Spike suddenly grabbed her waist, seemingly, as tight as he could, making Faye desperately gasp for air. She pulled her arm from Spike's grasp and slapped his forehead three times.

Spike blinked twice, finally fully opening his eyes. "Huh?"

"You're about to squeeze my intestines out, Spike!"

"Oh," Spike groggily sat up. "I'm sorry, babe. You got a cig?"

Faye's heart fluttered at the sound of Spike calling her 'babe' for the first time. She, instead, gave him a goofy smile.

Spike chuckled, leaning over and kissing her on her forehead, then leveling with her eye to eye. "Do ya have any cigs? I need one to get me up and goin'."

"Oh!" Faye quickly pulled the drawer open to her nightstand and grabbed a Marlboro and a lighter shaped like a naked woman.

Faye slowly placed the cigarette into Spike's mouth and lit it for him. Spike smiled, glancing at the lighter that was in her hand. He immediately grabbed it from her hand, staring.

"Where'd you get this from?!"

"Oh, one of my friend's bought it for me. She's a lesbian."

Spike raised it eyebrows at her, nodding as if he were impressed. "Do you really use it?"

"You can have it." Faye responded, smiling at her lover's excitement.

As Spike happily stuffed it into the back of his pants, that laid on the floor, Faye looked down at her lap and began to think.

"Spike?"

"Yeah." He responded, tapping his cigarette onto the edge of the ashtray that lay on the nightstand beside him.

"When you said you loved me…we're you….serious?" She slowly looked at her lover, who had been staring at her the whole time.

Spike let the grey smoke in his mouth linger from his lips before grabbing Faye's shoulders and bringing her next to him. "Faye. I really do love you. You're….you're the only woman that I've met that could…could make me forget about my past. I've been looking for that for years. And I'm honestly ecstatic that you're in my life. You make me very happy."

Faye couldn't have been moved more. She was speechless. Spike had left her completely speechless. Unheard of. All she could do was smile, pull him closer to her and kiss his wonderful, thin lips to show her gratitude. In return, he mushed his cigarette out onto the ashtray and gave her something a bit more interesting.

"HONEY! I'M HOME!" Camilla had just arrived back from her business trip to Mars, settling a serious court case. She couldn't wait to get home to see her beloved fiancé. Spike? She could wait a couple of years.

"HONEY! Sweetheart..." She'd walked out onto the back deck of the Bebop to see Jet sitting on the side of the deck, smoking a cigarette.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter?" Camilla ran over to her fiancé squinting down and placing her hand gently on his muscular back.

"Spike…" He murmured, barely under a whisper.

"What?"

"Spike and Faye…they've been fooling us. They're really together. I saw them kissing and hugging outside of DeNaso's last night."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah." Jet nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke flow from his nose.

"No…" Camilla stood up, shaking her head and beginning to pace. "No….it…it can't be." She wrung her fingers, nervously. "Faye thinks he's a…a barbaric slob…a petty nuisance. This can't be."

"Believe it, Cam. They're together."

As soon as the words escaped Jet's mouth, the door opened, revealing a certain lanky companion of his. Camilla and Jet turned around to get a good look at their lying friend.

"Well, well, well, Spike. Where ya been?" Jet asked, his suspicion covered by his cheerful voice.

Spike stopped to look at Jet as he headed to his room. "Oh. Around." He continued on to his destination.

"Why don't ya come out here and talk to us?" Camilla asked, her arms crossed against her chest. She wasn't able to hide the suspicion in her voice.

Spike stopped in surprise. He began walking slowly to the deck. "You…Camilla…wants to talk to me…Spike?"

"Sure. Why not?" Camilla responded, a fake smile plastered onto her face.

Spike was taken aback. He flinched at the way she looked at him. "What the hell's goin' on here?"

"That's exactly what I was gonna ask you." Jet retorted, standing up and walking towards his partner.

Spike smiled. "What do you mean?"

"What's going on with you and Faye, Spike?" Camilla added.

"Nothing." Spike tried his hardest to keep his cool. Maybe Jet chased him out of DeNaso's. Maybe he saw him and Faye. Together.

"Then, why, when I came out of DeNaso's looking for you, I saw you and Faye getting into a cab together?"

The horror was all over Spike's face. He had. Jet had seen him getting into the cab to Faye's apartment. He knew everything now. He had nothing more to hide. "You got me. We were together. We're in love. I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Camilla finally asked the question she'd been wanting to ask since Jet told her about the incident.

"We were playin' a trick. We were sick of you trying to hook us up together. So we pretended as if we hated each other to get you guys back. But we were seeing each other the whole time on the side. Pretty good, huh?"

"No." Camilla angrily replied, walking back into the Bebop.

Spike shook his head and smiled. "Wifey. She'll never accept me, will she?"

Jet stared at Spike. "I'm pissed, too. Just because you lied."

Spike shrugged and chuckled. "Jet, I've lied to you plenty of times."

"But this time, it wasn't a good joke." With that, Jet walked back into the Bebop to console Camilla.

A/N: This chapter was a little short, I know. But I didn't want to merge two ideas so, yeah. Get ready for the next chapter. Tootz!