Authors Note: I have not forgotten about this story!! This past week has just been a very busy and tiring week. But I have nothing to do for a few days now so I'll try to get out chapter 6 before I go on Vacation for a week. Then after that, School starts again. Bleh. Anyway, here is the long awaited....Chapter 5! I'm not creative enough to think of Chapter Names. Hehe. Adios Space Cowboys...

Jet returned the next day, 1 million Woolongs richer. Unfortunately he had banged up his ship so bad, over half of that was going towards repairs. Since his returned less then 10 hours ago, Jet's time was spent in the hanger tinkering away on the Hammerhead. The hanger door swept open almost violently and Spike stalked in. He was wearing his typical blue pants but was without a shirt. His body was glistening with sweat. He had been compulsively working out the last few days. Jet groaned at the site of him. Spike had been on his back ever since he got home. It was obvious he was pissed off about something.

"Jesus, Jet" Spike said surveying the damage. "If you were going to fuck your ship up this bad, maybe you should have gone after a bigger bounty head."

"Did you come in here just to nag me?" Jet asked, without even looking up. Spike ignored the question.

"You just run off for days, chasing your damn tail around in circles. What was the point?" Spike threw his hands in the air exasperated.

Jet had a lot of trouble with that bounty. He should have known better then to trust Judy and Punch. According to them, Sam Singer was last seen on Jupiter and frequented a small pub named Mickey's. Unfourtunetly that was where he found a SamATHA Singer and her very jealous and very powerful boyfriend was not happy when he learned some big guy with a metal arm was asking around for her. He barely got off the planet. When he was finally able to track down the right information he learned that Sam singer was last seen on Venus and frequented a small pub called Mikey's.

"Okay, Mother." Jet said, still not really paying attention. Spike noticed Jet less then willingness to argue. He had come here to purposely start a fight so he could blow off some steam. He had been so wound up the last few days.

Spike sighed, giving up. He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it at Jet. It whizzed by his head and landed near what looked like a hunk of twisted metal. Spike had a feeling it had once been an important piece of the Jet's ship.

"Not nice to throw things." Jet said.

"Pick it up."

"You pick up your own trash."

"It's not trash. Pick it up."

Jet threw a skeptical look at Spike, but he slowly picked up the crumpled wad. He straightened it out as best as he could and began to read silently. Jet raised his eyebrow and whistled loudly.

"30 mill, eh?" He said, smiling widely and looking up at Spike.

"Well what are you waiting on? I'm going to need more information then this. This looks like it came of the biog Shot Website...I'm not going there anymore. Go see Ed and have her get some more info...Spike...you okay?"

Jet had noticed Spike wasn't nearly as excited about this as he was. A 30 million bounty was a great opportunity. Every other hunter in this Galaxy would be after this guy. But Spike stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, watching his boot as it nudged an invisible something on the floor.

"That's him." Spike said quietly.

"Its who?"

Spike jerked his head up, shooting Jet a dirty look.

"Who do you think?" He said snootily.

Jet, ignoring Spike's attempt at another argument, thought a second. Then it hit him like a brick wall. His eyes widened and he stared at Spike, who just nodded.

"Wow...." Jet said. "She told you?"

Spike shook his head.

"His face appeared on Big Shot. It was obvious to tell who it was..." Spike trailed off. That night's events played in his head like he was watching a movie. He got the strangest shiver when thinking about it. He didn't even want to figure out what exactly went on. He didn't want to know. He pushed the thought out of his brain, and focused on the job at hand. A 30 million Woolong Bounty. This was just a new bounty and nothing more.

Jet started to hastily gather up all his tools and throw them into his toolbox.

"I'll have to borrow Faye's ship." He said, tossing a monkey wrench. "There should be enough food left for you guys-"

"You guys?" Spike interrupted. "You don't think you leaving me here again."

Jet stopped, and looked up at Spike.

"We can't leave Faye alone."

"She's not alone. She has Ed."

"She needs a responsible adult."

"Since when did I become responsible?"

"Listen." Jet said, rubbing his temple. "You know what I mean. Faye isn't well. She can't be here without one of us here."

Spike kicked a large hunk of metal. "She's fine." He knew this wasn't true. And he knew that Jet knew that Spike didn't even believe that. Faye was Faye but at the same time she wasn't. She would wake up late in the afternoon, eat all the food, make some rude comment about Spike's hair and laugh hysterically then hog the bathroom for hours. He would hear the water running, and see the steam coming through the cracks. But he knew half of the time spent in there wasn't just using up all the hot water. He could hear her crying. The low mournful sobs emanating from the bathroom door. He would try to ignore it but he always had the urge to run in there and wrap his arms around her and tell her it would be okay. Then she would emerge, with a smile that seemed almost sketched on her face. Then Faye would be Faye. Spike would so much rather her be openly broken then let this tear her up inside.

"I'll go." Spike said. "It'll give you a break and me something to do." He added quickly. Spike looked at his feet, avoiding Jet's look. That damn look that basically said "I know what you're thinking." Jet always seemed to be in his head.

"All right." Jet said softly, turning back to his Hammerhead. "You better go now." He pulled back out his wrench and went back to work.

Spike turned and quickly walked from the hanger. Part of his statement was true. He needed something to do. And Jet deserved a break. But spike had never felt so anxious to go on a bounty hunt. He was taking extremely long strides and there was a bounce in his step. He entered the Living Area and saw what he was hoping to find. Ed was sitting on the floor, with her goggles, furiously typing on her Tomato.

"Ed." Spike said loudly, coming right up behind her. She didn't look up.

"Ed." He said again a louder. She kept typing her eyes fixed on the computer screen.

It happened quickly. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, forcing her around to face him. He heard her goggles break in two as he yanked them harshly off her face. He raised his left hand into the air and ready to strike but he stopped himself right in time. Ed's yellow eyes stared up at him with a mixture of fear and confusion. He dropped his hand.

"Oh, God." He muttered. He felt sick.

"I'm so sorry Ed. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it." She said nothing. She just looked at him, her eyes flooding him with the worst feelings he has ever felt. He realized her was still holding her tightly. He dropped her shoulder as if it was on fire. He wanted to do something comforting, he reached out to try to touch her face but she immediately backed away from him. He retracted his hand. He didn't know what to do.

"I just....um." How could he ask her for anything now?

Ed slowly reached behind her tomato, not taking her eyes off Spike. Her hand emerged with a piece of paper. It was exactly what he had come in there for. Everything anything could ever wonder about Himdium Wuushu. She pushed it towards him quickly then jumped to her feet and fled from the room.

He couldn't stop her. He didn't want too. He didn't want to face her after what he just did to her. He hurt Ed. Shit, he almost slapped her across the face. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. He grasped the paper tighter in his sweaty palms. He walked over to couch and sat heavily. He took a deep breath trying to get his heart rate down. Why did he go off on Ed like that?

'What came over me?' He asked himself. He felt so out of control. He didn't want to face anyone anymore. He had to get out of here.

Spike raced into his room and hastily threw a bag of supplies together. He threw on his yellow shirt, not even bothering to tuck it in or button it up all the way then grabbed his blue jacket. He raced from the room and swiped a few Woolongs from Jet emergency stash. He went in to the hanger and luckily for him Jet seemed to have retired to his Bonsai's for the day. He threw his bag into the Swordfish. He began to climb in, then something caught his eye. A strange shadow was lurking in the corner. Spike stared at it curiously. His eyes widened when it began to move and a human form emerged. Faye began walking towards him. Her eyes were fixed on him. Spike climbed back down from his ship to face her. 'What was she doing here?' She walked right up to him, standing close. She stared up at his face blankly, Spike was unable to tell what she was thinking. But it became all to clear in a matter of seconds. Spike's head snapped to the side as he felt the hot sting of her hand as she struck him hard across his cheek.

"Don't bother coming back, you sick fuck" She spat at him. Her voice was pure acid. "I hope you die out there."

Spike didn't look up, he listened to her walking away and the door slam as she left the hanger. He could only imagine the anger that he would have saw in her eyes. But He couldn't be mad at anyone but himself. Ed had been there for Faye ever since she was attacked and he had no excuse to do to her what he did. He no excuse to even think of hitting her.

'I wonder what Faye would have done if she knew I was going to get the man that hurt her?' he though for a second. But it didn't matter. He climbed into his Swordfish. He stared down at the controls.

'I will return Faye, but I won't be alone.'

He started up his ship, and flew into vast space.