Faye stood in the centre of her little room not sure of what to do next. Not that she was figuring that he'd reciprocate or anything. She was certain that was never going to happen. But she expected some sort of emotion on his part. Anything. Even anger would have been welcome. But he didn't seem to even care at all either way. Things were just going to go on as though this had never happened.



She wasn't sure if she minded that or not.



She bent and reached under the mattress and pulled her gun out. She felt feverish and she wanted to press something cold to her forehead. Her face must be so white right now. She pushed the gun's side against her cheek and sighed. She smirked and put the barrel of the gun against her forehead.



Ka-pow...



Time would tell if her admission was a good thing or a horrible, idiotic mistake. She brought the gun down to her side. She knew that it was out now and she'd have to face the consequences, whatever those may be. In a way she felt much better than she had in some time. She didn't have to strain to be so normal around him. She would begin to be herself again. She'd have herself back.



She was tired of thinking. She needed to do something. Perhaps a good bounty would come along. Getting a chance to fire her gun would be nice, too. Very therapeutical. She hadn't fired her gun since Spike had left. Okay, no thinking about Spike. Thinking about Spike bad thing. Very bad. Naughty Faye.



Maybe something would come of this movie thing. The whole thing seemed so intriguing. Would hold her interest for a while. Keep her mind off this tired topic. Thinking about Spike had already proved to be a bad thing. She was supposed to be on her way to the movie set but instead she was standing here like a sand statue. Jet needed her.



"I'm coming with you."



When she heard his voice her insides churned and she felt sick. What the hell was wrong with her? He was watching her, waiting for some sort of response. What the fuck was he expecting from her?



"Whatever." She said. She heard the click of his tongue off the roof of his mouth as though he were about to say something else but then she heard him continue his way slowly down the hallway.



She held the gun out and pointed it back in the direction he had gone.



"Ka-pow." She whispered.