Authors Note: I FINALLY got to see my reviews! Thank ya'll for your kind, kind words. Makes me want to get a new chapter out even quicker. ^_^ If any of you review happy people like Sailor Moon (Or really, just fantasy stories in general) go review my other fanfic. No one ever reads it. *cries* And its really good too. *sniffles* Okay, anywho. On with the show. Adios, Space Cowboys....

Spike woke with a start. He felt as if someone had yelled loudly in his hear. He looked around the room expecting to see someone but the room was empty.

"What time is it?" He muttered out loud. It must have been getting up time since there was light shinning under the door from the hallway. But he wasn't sure if he could get up. He felt extremely groggy. He felt as if he had been sleeping for weeks. Hell, maybe he has been. But I guess you could expect a lack of energy when you hadn't eaten more then one meal in the last few days. He smoothed some wild strands of green hair out of his face and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there, still, with his elbows on his knees. He had never felt like so drained and tired without having one physical injury. He struggled to his feet and pulled on an old white shirt over his bare chest. His stomach growled fiercely. He needed to eat. Jet was right. Starving himself would do no good. Jet probably didn't even bother to make breakfast due to the lack of Ed's and Spike's appetites.

'I guess I'll go ask Jet if he could whip up something real fast.' Spike thought to himself. He left the room, closing the door behind him, and headed to Jet's Bonsai tree room where Jet was almost always found in the morning.

"Hey, Jet. Do you think you could...." Spike stopped mid sentence. Jet wasn't there. That was a little out of the ordinary.

'Maybe he did make breakfast.' Spike thought hopefully, and headed towards the kitchen. He was wrong again. No Jet. No breakfast dishes. Spike sighed and opened the fridge. It was almost empty. He should have known it would be. Ever since Faye turned up they hadn't gone after a single bounty head. No bounty head meant no Woolongs. No Woolongs meant no food. Spike pulled out an apple, half rotted. He began to eat it, careful to eat around the brown and squishy part.

'Probably should check on Faye.' He thought to himself. He really didn't want too. But he guessed he should. So when she woke up, she couldn't accuse him for not caring. He made his way, rather slowly, to the living room. His stomach started to get the better of him, and he started taking in large bites of brown mush. He entered the living room. He sputtered, choking. Bits of apples flew out of his mouth and dribbled down his white shirt.

"Gross, get a bib or something."

Faye was sitting on the couch, knees to her chest. She was grinning towards him, obviously enjoying his shock. Jet was sitting at her feet.

"Surprise." He said, smiling. Edwards soon came bouncing into the room.

"Faye-Faye! Faye-Faye! Faye-Faye!" Faye rolled her eyes.

"Will someone shut that kid up?"

Ed cart wheeled over to Faye, and wrapped her arms around her. Faye didn't know what to do. She blushed; staring at Ed wide eyed as she cartwheeled back out of them room. Catching Jet's eye, she quickly regained her composure. Jet laughed.

"She woke up this morning." Jet told Spike, who was still standing in the doorway. He was unsure what to do. Should he run over and give her a hug like Ed did? That certainly wasn't his style. He wiped his sticky hands on his shirt, and walked over to Faye. He took her hand, vigoursly shaking it.

"Glad to see your better." He said as if he was a general talking to a low ranking solider. She raised an eyebrow.

"Gee, thanks."

He dropped her hand. She looked at it in disgust and tried to wipe it off on her baggy yellow pajamas. This is not what he planned? What did he plan, anyway? What was he expecting to happen? He didn't even know the answer to this question. He just gave her a quick half smile and settled himself in the chair on the opposite side of the table. She eyed him curiously, then turned back to Jet as he handed her a cup filled with a foul smelling liquid.

"I hope your not expecting me to drink this...." She said flatly.

"It'll make you feel better."

"I feel fine." She put the cup on the table, folding her arms. Jet picked up the cup and shoved in her face.

"Drink." He said sternly. Faye narrowed her eyes at him. She opened her mouth as if she was planning on refusing again but instead reluctantly took the cup. She raised to cup to Jet and then to Spike.

"Cheers." She smirked. She tipped the cup to her mouth, swallowing the whole thing in one large gulp. She screwed up her face.

"Yum."

Jet chuckled a bit, taking the cup from her. Faye turned to Spike.

"So how you doin, fluff ball?" She asked, smiling mischievously. Spike grinned, running his hand through his wild hair.

"Good." He said. "And you, Romany?"

"I'd be better if I got this taste out of my mouth." She said, screwing her face up again. "Any food in here?"

"Sorry Princess." Spike said. "You better go catch one of those rats in the attic if you're hungry." Spike laughed at his own joke a bit. Faye just rolled her eye but was smiling. They sat in silence for a few seconds. Faye was looking over her arms, and her chest. The long slashes looked better but they were still not healed. She touched her nose softly, and winched at the pain. Jet watched her, staring at her with that hard look of his. Faye caught his gaze and titled her head a bit.

"Was it Oxford?" He asked suddenly

Faye had no reaction to this. It was as if she knew what he was going to say before he said it, she lowered her eyes then shook her head.

"No." She said quietly. "I never found Oxford...I...barely made it to Jasburgh...." She trailed off. She looked to the wall as if it had was doing something of great interest. But she wasn't fooling Spike. He knew she was crying. But being tough girl Faye, He knew she wouldn't dare let him see her tears. Jet saw them though. He patted her knee.

"You talk when you're ready." She looked at Jet, nodded then rested her chin on her knees. Jet stood, and motioned for Spike to follow. They walked into the kitchen. Jet leaned against the counter while Spike stood with his arms crossed.

"She's probably not going to say anything for a while." Jet said. "Your gonna have to be ready when she wants to talk. So we can get this guy."

Spike's eye widened.

"What?" Spike shook his head. "I'm going to be the last person she wants to talk to. She'll come to you before anyone else."

"But I'm not going to be here."

Jet had Spike thoroughly confused. What kind of drugs is he on to think that Faye would open up to him? Faye despised him. And where the hell did he think he was going?

"We haven't gotten any money since Faye came back." Jet eyed the fridgerator. "We are out of food, almost out of gas. We need a bounty."

It was true. Spike just ate the last morsel of food.

"There's a bounty out on this one guy. Sam Singer or something like that." Jet continued waving his hand in the air. "It's only A million woolongs but its better then nothing. I have to go to Venus so I'll probably be gone a few days. And Faye is in no shape to come or stay here by herself. So you and Ed will have to stay with her."

"Aw, could you please take Ed?"

"No!" Jet yelled. He had a hint of frustration in his voice. "I wish you could be a little bit more helpful. You acting like a damn child."

"I'm not acting like a child." Spike retaliated. "I just don't feel like taking care of two of them."

"And you don't think I get tired of taking care of three?" Jet spat out. But it didn't have the effect he was looking for. Spike just gave him that same smirk, like nothing in the world could touch him. It was obvious Jet wanted to smack it off his face. Spike turned to walk off.

"Well, Papa." He said over his shoulder. "Make sure you get that bounty because I'm in the mood for Bell peppers with actual beef."

"I know you care, Spike." Jet said suddenly. Spike stopped in his tracks. He turned to Jet slightly. Jet continued.

"You've been trying to distance your self from this whole situation so people wouldn't think that you cared but it only made it more obvious. "

Spike felt the blood rushing to his face. He looked forward so Jet wouldn't see his red face.

"I saw you hiding in the shadows. I saw your face that first day. I don't know why you're trying to deny it."

Jet's voice was getting louder which meant he was getting closer. Soon he seemed if he was right behind him.

"Don't deny it. Take it from me, you don't want to miss out on something that could be well worth your time."

Again, Spike felt weight on his shoulder. He looked, expecting to see metal but instead he saw flesh. Flesh and bone. A human hand, giving him a comforting squeeze. The hand left his shoulder, and he heard heavy steps as Jet walked away.

"Papa will be back soon." With that, Jet left the room. Spike stood there, not really sure what just happened. Jet has obviously been inhaling too much fertilizer or something. Spike chuckled at the mental picture of Jet getting high off fertilizer fumes.

"So that's why he likes those Bonsai's so much."

Spike decided to go to his room. He was still feeling unbelievably tired. Jet's words were still ringing in his head.

'What did he mean by he knows that I care?' Spike thought. Spike cared about Faye? Spike almost laughed out loud at the thought. Spike couldn't care less about Faye and the same was true the other way around.

They were rarely even civil to each other. They could sit and bicker like brother and sister for hours. Yes, that was their relationship in a nutshell. Brother and sister but all rivalry and no love.

Spike had already made it back to the living area. Faye was still sitting in the same spot she had been for the last 6 days. Spike stopped, and watched her. She was lying on her back, watching the television. It sounded like Big Shot from where he was. She had one leg over the thin blue blanket, one under it. Her hair was rather unruly.

'I can't believe she had to nerve to call ME fluff ball.'

He stood there, watching her. Looking her over. Then Jet's voice came into his head,

"I've seen you hiding in the shadows..."

And there Spike was, hiding in the shadows. Watching. Watching but not interacting. Why has he been treating Faye like she had some communicable disease? He didn't know. He didn't know anything these days. He was a stranger to himself.