He could feel her finger, cool and slender, on his jaw line. He felt hairs stand on end and something inside him twitched. He hoped it wasn't visible on the outside. Her touch had been soft and delicate, not like her usual jabs and grabs when they'd be joking around or fighting over a bounty. There was something behind her touch. Something he wasn't comfortable with.



He knew she had developed some sort of crush on him but he figured she'd be over that by now. She was just upset about his condition or whatever. But it seems she was still feeling whatever the hell she was feeling towards him. It was evident in the touch just now.



He debated for a moment whether he should let her know he was awake and aware of what she had done. He listened to her breathing as her finger moved down his jaw. It was slow and straining for silence as she exhaled, probably trying not to wake him. Her chilled skin brushing along his was searing like some sort of ice-fire. He trembled slightly, not sure if it was because he was disgusted or not.



Faye.



He knew she was hating this as much as he was.



So he could open his eyes and make some sort of remark that would suggest that he didn't want her to ever touch him like that again, or he could pretend the whole thing never happened and work on deterring her attentions.



"I smell fish." He said. "I must be dreaming."



Faye started for a second. She wasn't expecting that. He watched her eyes carefully. They half-closed with an air of nonchalance. Just like that, she was Faye again.



Moments later he was in a half-seated position enjoying Jet's culinary delights. Faye poked about at her food with chopsticks. Spike would glance over every so often to watch her hands. They were very much like Julia's hands. White and ceramic and clean. In complete contrast with the rest of Faye in her torn stockings and yellow shorts and top. Her red sweater was dull with lint and leftover Ein hair. The colour was starting to fade from her hair. For someone who took three showers a day she looked dirty. Tired and ragged and dirty and old. But her hands. Her hands were beautiful.



Poor Faye.



He would have to mess her up. He would ruin her. He would rip her to shreds. He didn't want to because she was a comrade, a member of the team. She cared for him and how many people could say the same? But it wouldn't be fair to let her believe for even a second that he could care back.



It took him a bit to realize that Faye was looking at him. She must have felt his stare on her. Their eyes met for a second before Spike jerked his attention to Jet.

"What's the deal with this movie thing?" He asked.



Jet mulled over the food in his mouth. Once he swallowed he replied, "Well, Faye and I are going to the set tomorrow. I'm assuming you'll be staying here."



"I don't know. I think I might want to go." Spike smiled. He carefully removed the little clear bones from his fish with his fingers.



Jet raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you can walk? No offense but we're not carrying you around on our backs."



Spike just kept smiling and went on eating.



He didn't look at Faye again.