Authors note: eek, this took really long! Okay, naughty me didn't even think of Bebop while I was gone (Actually I did. I found a neato anime store and bought 2 bebop DVD's! Yay!) So this took a while. I was gonna take a notebook on the plane to write in but I forgot. And they had TV's on the plane (oohhh!!) so I wouldn't have written anything anyway. hehe. But I'm glad most of you liked that last chapter. I just kinda...threw it out there wondering how people would respond. hehe. Some liked it, others didn't. But That's how life goes. Adios Space Cowboys...

Spike sat on the edge of the couch, his chest heaving up and down. His heart beating a mile a minute. It had been about ten minutes since Jet pulled a crazed Faye into the next room, locking her inside. He had rushed back to check on Spike who was unharmed unless you counted his state of mind. Jet then had rushed into the kitchen to get him some water. Spike just sat on the couch, lost in his own thoughts. He looked down, noticing a pack of Jet's cigarettes that were sitting on the table to next to Jet's gun. He couldn't remember the last time he had one of these. He picked one from the pack, lit it and raised it to his lips. Almost imediently, he felt so much better. He felt his whole body relax as he sucked deeply.

"All the shit I gave up for her." He muttered. "Ungrateful bitch."

He leaned back against the couch. From force of habit, he began to lift his legs to rest on the table, but winced at the pain he felt in his stomach.

"Fuck!" He yelled loudly. His was breathing heavy. After all the shit he went through for her. All for her. This is how she shows her thanks. Smothering him with a pillow.

Jet rushed back out of the kitchen, a glass of water in hand. He handed it to Spike, who took in but didn't drink out of it. He set it down on the table. This cigarettes was doing better then a glass of water ever could.

Jet crouched down, peering at Spike who had his eyes fixed on the opposite wall.

"I'm fine." He said, not looking at Jet. He took another long drag off the cigarette blowing the smoke carefully as if he hadn't a care in the world. Jet lifted himself up and plopped down next to Spike.

"I don't know why she did that." He said quietly, crossing his arms.

Spike didn't answer. Something wasn't right. He was mad as hell but he wasn't as mad as a person should be when someone tries to kill you. Normally Spike would have been thrown into unforgiving revenge mode but he didn't feel like hurting anyone right now. He was feeling strangely rational. Spike took one last puff on the cigarette before putting it out on the table.

"Where did you put her?" He asked, non-chalantly.

"I locked her in her room." Jet replied, looking down at his lap. "Why?"

Spike stood up.

"I think we need to have a talk."

Spike had left the room before what he had said fully registered in Jet's brain. He headed down the long hallway until he reached Faye's room. He stopped himself just as he was about to turn the handle. What the hell was he doing walking into a hurricane like this.

'Maybe I'm not being to rational after all.'

He pushed open the door, and rushed inside. He stood still, waiting to be attacked or to have various items chucked at his head. But nothing happened. The room was silent. Spike slowly closed the door behind him. The room was dark but the soft light from the earth's moon shone through the window. The small square room was messy. Clothes and other personal items were strewn across the floor and the bed was unmade. But Faye was nowhere to be found.

"Faye." He called out softly. His voice sounding strained. He saw something shuffle out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw Faye sitting in the corner. He could barely make out her figure in the soft moonlight. Her face hidden as her forehead was resting on her knees.

"What do you want?"

Spike felt his heart skip as she spoke. Her voice was quiet and muffled. The sadness that emanated from it sent chills down his spine. Spike flattened himself up against the wall and slide down until he was in the same position as Faye even though it hurt like hell. She slowly lifted her head and stared at him.

"I just tried to kill you." She said.

"I know."

"Then why are you here?"

"To find out why."

"You know why."

Spike tilted his head to the side.

"Because of Ed?"

Spike could feel Faye's glare even if he couldn't really see it.

"Did you see the bruise on her shoulder?" She hissed. " Why did you do that to her?"

"Why did you shove a pillow over my face?"

Spike knew this wasn't a good time to get under Faye's skin. Who knows, she could pull out a gun and shoot him dead right then and there. But as his head cleared, he felt exceptionally brave. Even brave enough to venture into the dark cavern known as Faye's head, which she had lowered back onto her knees.

"Listen." Spike said. "I know what I did to her was wrong. I feel awful about it, I really do. But that's not what this is about."

Faye's head shot up.

"What are you taking about?"

"What else is bothering you?"

"Did you see the bruise you gave her?" Faye was yelling now. "Do you know how frightened she is of you?"

Spike didn't falter.

"That's not enough to make you want to kill me."

Faye fell silent. Her silence was proof the she even doubted her reasons. But Faye wasn't going to be so easily broken. She sighed deeply resting her head on her knees again.

"Please." Came her muffled voice. "Just...just go away."

"I'm not going anywhere till you tell me." Spike voice was booming. "I don't owe you shit. But you owe me an explanation and I'm not leaving until I get it."

Spike could hear her breathing. It was loud and unnatural. Each inhale was raspy followed by a shaky exhale. Spike didn't need too see her clearly to know that she was shaking. Probably uncontrollably.

'I might be going too far.' He thought to himself. 'Maybe it's best that I stop.'

Spike Started to pull himself to his feet. Faye's voice stopped him.

"I don't know." she said. He voice was barely audible. "I don't know why I did that."

Spike heard a loud thump as Faye's hand flew up to her head and started to yank on her hair compulsively.

"My head....he fucked with my head." She groaned.

She wrapped both arms over her head and began rocking back in forth.

"He's going to come back. He's going to do it again. Then he's going to kill me. He's going to kill me." Spike just stared at her with wide eyes, this total change of pace taking him by complete surprise. Faye always seemed so fearless and tough. He had never seen her so afraid. And so afraid of only one man. He heard her loud choking sobs and wanted to comfort her. But he wasn't exactly sure how to do it. His gut told him to give he what she wanted that one night. He stood up, walking over and kneeling down in front of her. He touched the back of her head gently. Faye slowly raised her head and met his eyes. In the soft moonlight he could see her bloodshot eyes. There were no tears in them. Just fear and over whelming sadness. He ran a finger softly down her cheek. She opened her mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. Spike just nodded.

"You don't have to say anything." He whispered. He leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead. He withdrew, looking back into her face. Two tears were running down her cheeks. Her eyes were fixed on his face. Spike couldn't read them but the fear seemed to have disappeared. Spike wiped away her tears with his hands.

"Don't cry anymore." He said softly. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

Faye whimpered. Spike guided her head to his shoulder. He felt her warp her arms tightly around him and he did the same to her. He waited for the sound of her sobs but they never came. Instead her voice rang through, strong and clear.

"Just hold me tonight."

Spike closed the door softly behind him. He leaned against it and sighed deeply. He had kneeled there with her in his arms for almost an hour until she fell into a peaceful sleep. It was not something he was used to but that one simple gesture of wrapping her in his arms seemed to do wonders. She was sleeping soundly instead of the usual talking in her sleep and tossing and turning he usually heard from her room when he couldn't sleep. Spike rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes. The look of her face flooded into his mind. The fear in her face and the sadness in her eyes. And then the look that she gave him when he comforted her. He couldn't put his finger on that look. It was a mixture of peaceful contentment yet hopelessness. What did that look mean? He had no idea. Before he could figure it out another picture invaded his brain. It was the picture of the start of all these problems. Spike eyes snapped open. He felt his body tightening with rage. He quickly walked towards the Living Area. Jet who had been sitting on the couch, jumped up when he saw Spike enter. He started to say something but Spike cut him off.

"Did you move Himdium?"

Jet sputtered.

"Huh? Y-yeah. When you were sleep."

"Where did you put him?"

Jet didn't respond. He just stood there stared at Spike who was getting impatient.

"Tell me where the fuck he is."

"What are you going to do?"

"Where the hell is he?" Spike yelled loudly. Jet was taken back by Spike behavior.

"H-he's in the toilet. Handcuffed."

Spike stalked off in the direction of the small bathroom. He heard Jet calling after him probably after realizing what Spike had swiped from the table. But Spike ignored him. Spike reached the toilet. He hit the open button rather harshly and the door slid open. There he was. Himdium Washuu. He wasn't a glorious and powerful sex criminal anymore. He was sitting on top of the toilet seat, both hands cuffed to the rails on the sides. He was unconscious, his head slumped the side. His face was unrecognizable as it was swollen, bruised and crusty with dried blood. His cuffed right arm was obviously broken. Spike could see the bone protruding through Himdium's skin. Spike hadn't used his gun against Himdium once but the man was barely alive. And It was the word barely that was haunting him. Spike lifted the gun and pointed it to Himdium's head. He had this mans life in his hands again. He could snuff it out in one simple motion of his finger. He pushed the tip of the gun hard against the unconscious mans head. His finger tensed around the trigger. He stood there for what seemed like hours. But he suddenly dropped his arm.

"No." Spike muttered out loud. He tucked the gun into the back of his pants and stepping away.

"I have a better use for you."

Spike closed that door. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Another Note: Alright, sorry it took so long to get this short chapter out there. But anyway, I need you guys to help me. I need to change the title. The title I have doesn't mean anything. lol. I couldn't think of what to call this thing and I heard "Knew it all along" in a song and was like That'll do for now. hehe. so Help me and rename this story.! Thanks a bunch. ^_~