Authors Note: In response to a few reviews, there is a reason these are bit short. If I don't force myself to cut them off at a certain place, I tend to ramble. Next thing you know, it will be 10 pages long and nothing significant has happened. This would be incredibly boring so I would like to avoid that. ^_^ But hey, for them being so short I do whip them out pretty fast, eh? Hehe. Adios space cowboys....

The seconds ticked into minutes, the minutes ticked into hours. Soon two whole days had past and Jet had not returned. He had been in contact with Spike once to tell him that things weren't going as easily as planned. Spike told him to just forget about it. He had learned of a new bounty head worth a cool Ten Million. But you know how the black dog is. Once he bites he never lets go. Now that he started, he wasn't going to stop till he got his man. Spike was forced to pawned a few things to feed his crew. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought Jet was doing this one purpose. But Spike knew better, right?

Being locked up on a ship with Faye Valentine was more then one man could handle. And an injured Faye Valentine was even worse. She had manipulated Ed into being her personal servant. Ed was so glad to see Faye better; she would do anything for her. Spike cringed every time Ed went running to Faye with a glass of water.

Spike had kicked Faye off the living area couch. She had hogged it for a good week anyway. He sat in his usual position. Hands behind his head, legs propped up on the table. Ed was sitting on the floor not too far away, fiddling with her Tomato. The constant clicking was driving Spike insane.

"Ed, do you think you could go somewhere else for a while?"

He got no response.

"Ed?"

She kept typing; her goggled eyes fixed on the computer screen. Spike leaned far forward to get as close to Ed as he could. He cupped his hands around his mouth.

"ED!!"

She didn't even flinch. Spike sighed.

'This kid is something else.' he thought, settling back into his previous position.

"Oh, Edward?" Came Faye's tinkling voice, from her bedroom where she had perched herself ever since Spike had reclaimed the couch.

"Do you think you could get me one of those Tangerines in the frigerator, Hm?" Faye's voice was drenched in sweetness. It made Spike want to vomit. But Edward jumped up.

"Of course Faye-Faye!" She ran into the kitchen, arms outstretched making loud engine sounds. Spike heard to fridge open. Then the Ed plane flew into the back towards Faye's room.

"Something else." Spike muttered. He fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out a pack. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He took a long drag, letting to nicotine fill his system.

'This is much better.'

He eyed the small TV on the table. Taking one large shoeless, and sock less toes, he pushed the on button. Immediately, that all too familiar cheesy western music invaded his head. Big Shot was on.

'Well lets see what I could be doing.' He thought. He watched half interested, as Judy and Punch introduced all kinds of petty criminals and thieves with measly bounties. Gradually the prices increased and the crimes got more serious. Heists, hostage situations, and murders. A sudden voice from a far corner of the room made Spike jump.

"Wow, that sounds like fun. A nice murder to shake things up, eh?"

Faye emerged from the shadows. She didn't really look like the same Faye he was used too. Her usual trashy yellow outfit had almost been ripped to shreds. Now she was wearing simple denim shorts, which she had rolled up the legs to make them extremely short, and a tight white sleeveless shirt with a large V-neck. Her hair had been evened, and was now in a even bob.

"I borrowed your perch, I hope you don't mind." She said, motioning to the hidden shadows by the doorway. She sat down heavily next to Spike who just looked at her blankly. She settled down next to him, one leg on the table, her arms crossed over her chest. Spike flicked his Cigarette bud on the floor.

"Pig" Faye said, without taking her eyes away from the TV.

"Blow me." He retaliated.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Do we have to watch this?" She asked. Spike rolled his eyes.

"Don't come in here disrupting the peace." He groaned.

"But I hate watching all the nice little Bounty Heads if I can't go out and catch them!"

"Then go back where you came from."

"There's no TV back there! All I've been doing it torturing Ein and sleeping."

"Well go torture Ein or sleep. I'm watching this."

Faye leaned forward to change the channel; Spike kicked her hand out of the way. She went after it again, he blocked her again. Obviously Faye was determined to change the channel. Spike lost count how many times he heard her squeal as he banged his heel on her hand.

"For the last time Faye, I'm watching this!" He yelled, prepared to kick her again. But she didn't go after it again.

"Finally. Now leave me in..." He stopped, as he turned to face her. Her hand was outstretched as if she was going for the knob again but she wasn't moving. Her face was expressionless, her eyes staring at the screen. Spike followed her gaze.

Himdium Wuushu. Age 37. 6'4. 178lbs. Black Hair. Black eyes. Bounty, 30 Million Woolongs. Wanted for Seven counts of Rape. Five counts of torture. Twenty-five counts of murder.

"Now watch out!' Said Punch. "He is considered armed and extremely dangerous."

"Ooooo, sounds exciting!" Chimed in Judy.

Spike caught on.

"That's him." He muttered. Faye wasn't listening. She was still staring at the TV even though the picture had long faded away. She quickly jumped to her feet and started to leave the room. Spike caught her by her wrist, not entirely sure what his intentions were. Her green eyes fell on him.

"You have to talk." He told Faye. He felt her glare burning into his skin. He turned away, unable to look at her.

"Since when did you care?"

Those words burned deep into Spike's skin. This was a pain he was not used to. He jumped to his feet and stood face to face with her, still with Faye's wrist held tightly in his hand. He felt her trying to yank it away but he just tightened his grip. His brown eyed locked right onto her green eyes.

"I've always cared."

Faye's eye changed from a hard glare to wide with surprise in under a second. Spike couldn't blame her, what came out of his mouth took him by surprise. Faye had stopped struggling to free herself; her arm went limp at her side. She stared at Spike curiously as if she was searching for something on his face. Spike was struggling to keep a normal face. He felt blood rushing to hi face. He wanted her to stop looking at him like that. Like he was something she had lost a long time ago and just found. He kept his face cool and calm as she stared.

"Say that again." She said.

Her voice was low and soft. She continued to stare into his eyes. Spike took a deep breath. This was not his style.

"I care about you, Faye Valentine." He tried to act cool and put on his trademark grin, but his body wasn't coroperating. He couldn't move. Faye stepped closer to him. They were almost touching. He wanted to back away, to push her away, to stop this. Faye's face was getting closer and closer to his. He started breathing heavy. He could feel her breath on is lips. Their lips met. Faye began to kiss Spike passionately. She put her arms around his neck pulling him closer. The kiss got deeper and deeper but Spike wasn't kissing back. He didn't know what do.

'This isn't right.' He thought. 'This isn't right. I need to stop this. I need to stop this.' but he couldn't stop it. Deep down inside he knew he wanted it. He liked having Faye with her arms around him and her body pressed up against him. But he knew this wasn't right. Julia.

Spike put both his hand on Faye's shoulders and pushed her away. Her eyes were wide with shock. Spike looked away.

"I thought you cared about me." She said.

"I do." Spike swallowed hard, still not looking at Faye. "But this just isn't right."

Faye caught on. She nodded.

"Julia." She said softly. "I should have known." Her eyes started to fill with tears. She began to walk away. Spike knew he couldn't let her leave like this.

"No wait, Faye."

She stopped, and turned slowly. He didn't know what to say but he just decided to say what he felt.

"What do you want from me?" He asked, his brown eyes pleading with her.

She looked away briefly, tears flowing down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around her.

"I just needed you to hold me."

She rushed off. Nearly knocking down Ed who had been standing in the doorway. Spike sighed.

"And how long have you been standing there?" He asked.

Ed didn't say anything. She just stared at him blankly, then turned to go after Faye.

Spike sat back down on the yellow couch. He pulled the pack of cigarettes back out of his pocket, lighting one and sticking it in his mouth. He sucked on the end, staring at the TV but not watching it. He played the prior scene in his head over and over, not knowing what to make of it. But for the first time in days, he was sure of something. This was going to be a long few days.