Tear out this love

Tear up the root

Tear out this love

Tear me from you

You know you can tell me anything you want to

Tell me something that I'd never know

Could be cautious as the words roll over your tongue

I'm stung with sick discovery

Tear me from these complicated questions

Taking all the empty spaces inside me

But complicated answers never did you any justice anyway

Complicated as we are we're going have to burn it all away

Complicated Questions by Finger Eleven

Ice. Jet searched for a word in his mind to describe her reaction. Not even a flicker of emotion showed on her face, not a muscle moved, even her eyes didn't change.

She just.. froze.

Jet suppressed a shudder then he blinked and she was human again but tension sprung from her like a vicious animal just before an attack. The tension was so thick, so heavy that it clung to him, weighted him down. He shifted in his seat and brought back his eyes to Spike.

Spike was watching her with an almost casual interest in his eyes but Jet saw the tightness around his eyes and mouth.

Jet wondered why fate played around with them so much. He had an image of a mean child playing around in her very own playground.

Spike and Faye fought before, angrily, viciously, spitefully. Sometimes they were even mean and cruel. But this was the first time they were ever on opposing sides.

Jet can only imagine the repercussions, the amount of destruction that both can do against eachother. To eachother.

They were too alike; volatile and reckless, smart and intuitive. Loyal.

It was that loyalty that brought Spike down on THE RED DRAGONS headquarters like an anvenging angel and it was also that kind of loyalty that will make Faye weaved a path of destruction to the same place if they weren't careful.

The irony of it all wasn't even funny. And he used to think that he had a somewhat flexible sense of humor.

"You killed him." Her voice, soft as it was, cut through the unnatural silence of the room. "How?"

"Faye-" Jet started but was cut off by Spike.

"A bullet."

She closed her eyes, just for a second, the only betraying action of what she felt inside. The breath that she drew was shaky but her voice was steady.

"I think this is enough for one day."

Jet made a move to stand up.

"You do know why The Alligieri's sent you this?"

Faye, like Jet had made a move to stand up, but she sat back again.

"Of course."

"They want revenge."

Finally a spark of anger flickered in her eyes.

"I know what they want."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"You of all people should know, Spike, that I don't like to be used." Faye stood up and looked down on Spike. "Now, if you excuse me."

Spike watched as Faye turned away and walked across the room to his office door. Jet nodded his head to him and followed her.

"You still have to take your private detail with you." Spike stood up and stood beside his table. She didn't look back, she didn't even stop.

"Fuck you, Spike."

"Don't leave the planet."

"I'll do whatever I like."

"No, you won't."

Spike glanced at Shin who nodded and he in turn made a sign that had Horatio and Tristan who stood close to the door blocked it with their bodies. Faye stopped and speared them with a look, they flinched inside but kept their ground.

"You said that you don't like to be used and I don't like it that you are. We need to think of a plan."

Faye turned, faced him and sneered.

"You're just wandering if I would kill you."

"Well, would you?"

Faye slid his eyes to Jet who watched her with serious eyes.

"The thought had crossed my mind. But like I said, I don't like to be used. The fact that I am being used doesn't mean dick. If I wanted to kill you, I would've already done it, it's not like I was short of chances."

"You didn't have the right incentive then."

She stared right at him, her eyes bright and angry.

"Didn't I?"

The word was filled with unvoiced insinuations.

"Faye, we should figure out some sort of plan." Jet said and moved closer to her.

Faye turned her back on him, all of them and faced the door. Jet winced at the implication. Only a woman can say 'go, fuck yourself' with one look, one gesture.

"Fine. But not now."

Jet sighed and turned to Spike who joined them at the entrance.

"Spike, let her go for now."

But Spike didn't spare even a glance for Jet, he reached for her, needing desperately to see her face.

It was a bad decision on his part.

Like a cat she struck; fast and precise. Ruthless. It was only Spike's fast reflexes that saved him from near decapitation. He took two hurried steps back and didn't feel the sting before the cut on his face let out blood.

"Don't touch me." Her eyes were fierce but her tone was low, restrained.

Spike didn't knew why he was surprised, he knew she was capable of it, he knew there was a chance that she could. But, as the blood slid down his right cheek, he still felt betrayed, and the slow sick twisting feeling of it was still a bitter pill to swallow. He kept his eyes on her as he wiped the blood from his cheeks.

Everybody was in a state of shock but at the sight of Spike's blood, they reacted. Jet moved in front of Faye to protect her from the swarm of syndicates that surrounded them.

"Everybody back." Ordered Spike and a narrow space formed to let him walk through to Jet and Faye.

"I'm going to give you this, Faye. But only this once." He held out his bloody hand in front of him.

Faye walked around Jet and stood in front of him.

"Then let me the fuck out."

Spike's face hardened.

"I'm not going to let you out before we handle this problem."

"You don't want to force this."

The smile on Spike's face was cool and sharp and not a little mean.

"Oh, but I do."

Faye struck again, the glint of the knife bright in the sunlight but Spike was ready this time. He moved and the knife sailed in front of him to hit a wall just above Casey's head. Casey looked at it then moved away.

"I told you. You only get one freebie."

Faye narrowed her eyes.

"Then I'll just have towork for it."

Her fist was fast and strong but Spike blocked it and turned to lock her hands behind her back, but she slithered like an eel against him and turned to lock his hands behind his back. He countered with a vicious kick to her right knee that would pop the joint but she broke their locked hands and swiped his left ankle with her left foot. He faked a loss of balance but bounce back on the balls of his feet with a sharp right hook that she avoid, drew herself beside him and used her momentum to push her elbow to the nape of his neck. He turned and blocked her elbow and threw her arms wide that made her lost her balance, went low and swiped her feet. She did a back flip, got her feet steady under her and let out a kick to the kidneys that can drop a man in seconds. Spike sidestepped and pushed his shoulders against her that she lost her balance again but she grabbed the front of his shirt and as she dropped on her back, used her momentum to throw him with her leg, but he shifted his body weight and only flipped himself up.

Faye kept their fight up close and personal that made Spike's height and length an advantage but also a hindrance. His feet was too long that he rarely can kick, and his Jeet Kun Do style was mostly made out of kicks.

Faye was always a fast and slippery opponent. Everytime he thought he had her in a hold, she danced out of the way. He forgot about that, forgot the frustration that he felt that resulted from the few times they ever sparred.

She learnt some new tricks, her style was as fluid as his, as precise. Her execution of it was ruthless and fierce. Spike knew that he would win eventually, through stamina and the fact that she was emotional. Her actions were laced with anger and spite. He didn't blame her for it, she was entitled. But though she was letting her anger ride her, it didn't mean that she was careless and that she was not doing her best to break his neck.

Spike grunted as her fist slipped through his defenses and hit his ribs, he countered that with an elbow that she blocked but stung her hands. She felt it hit her like a ton of bricks. Spike was langky and at the thin side, but that didn't mean that he was weak. His muscles were there, and living in the syndicate made him sharper, more vigilant and intuitive. His body moved without him telling him when to move, how to move. She pressed on and saw him widened his eyes in surprised at the velocity of her movement.

Jet looked on in awe and surprised at the skill and precision on which Faye counter attacked all of Spike's moves. Jet knew that she was better than the average fighter, but he didn't that know she was this good.

Spike was an exceptional martial artist, he held on fast to the ways and style of martial arts, but Jet detected an almost similiar kind of style from Faye, he didn't recognized it since martial arts, like all other things from Earth, faded with time. Jet figured that maybe Faye learnt something before her accident. For a moment there, he forgot his tension and can only admire them both. Even the bodyguards were engrossed in the fight.

Jet raised his eyebrows when Faye used Spike's bent leg to lift her up and tried to hit his head with her knee. Spike blocked and took a step back, rolling his right shoulder that he used to blocked it with. Jet thought he saw him winced and only that stopped him from applauding. Spike lifted a hand to his still bleeding cheek and sneered at her.

"Okay, foreplay is over."

Faye's eyes flashed.

Both of them dropped to a martial arts stance.