YAY for the next chapter! Thanx for all your reviews. They make Tiffo happy… ehh happier... ehh happish. Happy is not a term we use to describe the Tiffo. SO FULL OF ANGST!!! Yep so now that I've gotten that out of my system. Time to write and make all of you angry at me. HE HE ^_^. OH the evilness that I have planned its exciting. I wrote the ending it will be critiqued of course, but just a warning there are only like 3 more chapters that I am planning on doing. Oh well. Ok gtg and type now. Sorry this is takeing so long I went home for the weekend and I had finals today, but now I am done so I can get back to the good stuff.

PS. I own nothing. Except my computer, bought it and now I'm flat broke. Better go talk to the Don about getting some more work. Oh well vacations suck. Hey though, like I said I don't own any of the characters. Except Landis, he's my baby. ^_^

Chapter 8: Last will and Testament 

            He leaned over her almost shoving his face against hers. The close proximity sending mixed feelings through her. She knew he was leaving. It was practically her fault he was going. She was the one who had given him the message. She had stood in the doorway watching him clean his gun. She allowed herself that one moment of imbedding his image into her mind. She had though it safe, but he still saw her. Now he was here standing over her talking about his eyes. His beautiful eyes. Why was he talking about his eyes? And why did it hurt her so?

            "Don't tell me that, you never told me anything about yourself don't tell me now."

            He was going to die, it was all her fault and he wanted to tell her things he knew she'd never forget. Was he mocking the pain in her heart? Could he see how he could crush her with a mere word or glance. How she felt her heart open up to him the more she could see him.

            "My… my memory it came back." She whispered. Look at me. Look at me. She pleaded.  For once in your life Spike, notice me. I'm here now, she isn't. Pick me! Her mind was screaming. Why would he ever pick her; she wasn't Julia filled with that common yet so dangerous beauty. She was just Faye, plain Faye. She didn't have anything he would ever want. She was still talking, she hadn't even realized, it was like she was someone else. Watching what life she had being destroyed.  You don't have to stay with me. Just stay. She pleaded with him in her mind too frightened to actually say any of this to him. Please, please stay.

            "I'm not going there to die, I'm going to see if I'm really alive." He was answering her, answering a question she didn't even remember asking. But there was no time to wonder what her last few minuets of conversation had been, he was walking away. She brought up her gun, fighting the pain.  Why was she so horrible? She was so horrible that he would rather die then stay in her presence. She held the gun above her head and let her finger squeeze. Once, twice. She left five holes in the ceiling. Five more holes Jet would have to patch up. He never did.

            It wasn't much later that the tears had come. And they had come as if they were never to end.

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            Faye woke with a start almost hitting her head on the cabin window. A silent tear was escaping down her cheek. She had had that dream too many times. And she really didn't want to have it now. It was ironic, now it was her turn to go find Vicious and die. Yes. She had already decided that she wouldn't live through this. She just knew. But as long as Landis and Spike were ok she didn't care.

            Her thoughts drifted back to the memory dream. She had sat up many a night wondering how things might have been different. If she had known, about Landis, would it have stopped him? Would she have stopped him? Would she have told him? No, she knew she wouldn't have. Nothing would have changed except for maybe it could have crushed her more. Maybe the fact that she hadn't known was a blessing. It had been still too early to know. Not to say that she had been very aware of it when it should have been painfully obvious. She was probably the only woman in the universe who could be four months pregnant and not realize it. The world just hadn't seemed normal; she had thought it was his death. The sickness, the weakness, the emotional spurts. The fact that she hadn't had her period should have been the big clue but time wasn't right in her head and she never noticed that she had missed it. It wasn't until she went to the doctors to see why she couldn't keep anything down that she knew. She should have known.

            Landis. She hoped he was ok. She didn't want to think about the emotional trauma he might have when he was older. And that she wouldn't be there to comfort him. She hugged her arms around herself in a futile attempt at comfort. It was ok, he would be ok. Jet would take good care of him. Maybe Spike will even help. She held herself closer. She couldn't think about what she would be doing to her son. She was saving him now and that was what mattered. She hoped he was ok.

            She hoped Spike wasn't too mad.

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"GOD DAMNIT!" Jet was, rudely, awakened by Spikes yelling. He rubbed at the sleep in his eyes. It was after noon he shouldn't be this tired.

Opening the door he let the light assail his eyes adjusting them just in time to see Spike's hand slam into the wall by Faye's room down the hall.

"That stupid bitch." He leaned his head against the wall now.

"She left, huh?" Jet gave a half yawn. He figured this should bother him more but it wasn't in the least surprising.

"Shit!" Spike hit his head against the wall. "I don't understand, where is she going? Why is she going?" He stopped. He had heard those words before. A small shock ran though him. She had said…when he… Vicious. He had to have something to do with this.

"Oh well I'll be in the shower." Jet turned to head down the hall towards the bathroom.

"What?!"

Jet looked back at Spike. "Look there isn't anything we can do yet. After I shower I'll call Ed she'll be able to track her down. Until then get dressed and maybe you should shower when I'm done. You look like shit." Jet turned back to bathroom not listening to Spike's whispered response.

"Yeah, well you try sorting out my head."

Though he didn't hear that, the last thing he did hear before shutting the bathroom door was Spike yelling 'Damnit Faye' kicking the wall and exclaiming 'Shit!'.

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            He was in the kitchen and Spike was still in the shower when the call came.

"Yep." Jet answered. Faye's face popped on the screen. She smiled slightly, you know the kind of smile when you know you did something wrong but you don't want the people to be mad cause you probably need them for something. For some reason the smile felt accustomed to her.

"Jet" She slightly drew out his name.

"Where are you Faye?"

"Out." Her voice was sharp. She didn't want to talk about it. He had heard this voice too often when it came to Spike.

Like she was reading his mind she asked. "Is he there?"

 "In the shower."

"Good. Jet this isn't a pleasure call."

He stared at her.

"I'm getting Landis." She cut him off before he could say anything. "Don't ask me how. I know what I'm doing despite what you may think. I just want you to know, I just want to ask you, remind you. You're Landis' Godfather so I'm asking you to hold true to the promise you made me."

Jet knew where this was going. " Faye…"

"I don't want to argue. I just want to make sure that he has someone to take care of him." He opened his mouth again. "You can handle it I know. I mean you put up with me all of those years. But don't be so nice on him. He needs to go to bed by nine, no sugar after five pm." Her voice cracked and her lip quivered slightly despite everything she was doing to fight it. "And Jet tell him I love him and that I never left him." She was on the verge of crying now. She held her face in her hands.

Jet had sat unmoving through out this. But he wouldn't be able to take much more. He couldn't stand to see her like this. She was reverting. Becoming the way she was after Spike had 'died'. He didn't like the way she was then. He didn't like the way he had found her in Spike's room with the knife. The same knife she had stabbed Spike with now that he thought about it. She had been starring at death and welcoming it. And she had that same look in her eyes now. She knew she was going to die and she had accepted it was waiting for it even.

She wiped at her eyes, face stern. "Tell Spike, to leave him the hell alone. I don't need that son of a bitch being mean to him." She stared hard at Jet, "and don't you dare tell Spike that I called you, I don't want that heartless asshole chasing after me and messing things up."

"Maybe this heartless asshole doesn't care what you want."

Faye's eyes widened a little at the sound of his voice. Jet looked behind him at a wet haired Spike who was only in his training sweatpants. Jet wondered if he had actually showered or was just sweaty from working out. Spike stepped into her view his whole body instantly visible before he sat down and only his head and shoulders showed. In that instant Faye's eyes changed from shock to something else and then to ice.

"Where are you Faye?"

"Screw you."

"I think that's how we got into this mess." Spike flinched at his own remark.  Stupid. Boy that was an assholish thing to say. Way to win her over.

Faye's eyes widened in shock again. And folded to slits. "You son of a Bitch. How dare you!"

Spike flinched again.

Jet sighed, they had been getting so far.

Faye turned away from Spike. "I'm trusting you Jet. Promise me. I need to have that."

Jet wanted to argue with her tell her there was another way. But the sad part was that he couldn't think of one. All he could think to say was.

"Your suicide. You promised me you wouldn't do it again. How can I keep a promise to you if you want to break the only one I had you make."

She looked down at her wrists. She had blocked it. "No, no that." She shook her head.

"It happened Faye, you can't keep pretending things didn't happen it doesn't make them go away. I found you there on the floor in Spike's room."

She could see the blood. Hear the soft dripping. It was drowning out his voice.

She was in Spike's room, it was dark, the small flashes of light reflecting off the knife in her hand. She watched as the blood welled up her wrists. The cuts she noticed were uneven; the second one, the one on her right was messier not as straight. She reached with the knife to straighten it up but it fell from her hands. She leaned over to pick it up but instead fell to the floor. She didn't know how long she had laid there. Not long. The door came open and Jet screamed her name. It had sounded so far away. He took her up and brought her to the living room, where he bandaged her wrists and made her have some beef broth.

She had left two days later.

But that, that was different her mind screamed.

 "This is different!" She was almost crying again.

"No Faye, it isn't."

She glared at him a moment and turned off the screen.

Spike sat silently. His mind was trying to process what he had heard. She had…She tried to…In his room?

Jet ran a hand through his non-existent hair.

Spike needed a change in subject. "What, umm what is she doing? Where is she going?"

"I don't know."

"What did she call for then?"

"To settle things."

Spike didn't like the sound of that. "Settle… what does that mean?"

Jet didn't look at him. "A last will and testament."

Spike's breath caught in his throat. Jet typed at the screen looking through his files for a connection number.

A new window came up, on an empty room. There was a flourish of orange hair and a young woman in her early twenties with golden eyes looked at them.

"Hello, what can I…" Her eye's flashed recognition. "Spike-person?!"

Spike blinked, this was Edward? She had… grown up. She looked, from what her could tell. Like a girl now. Not to shabby of one either.

"Edward," Jet broke through the scrutinizing silence. "We need you to find Faye."

"Where has Faye-Faye gone?"

"Something happened to Landis."
            Edward looked from Jet to Spike and back.

"He knows, Edward."

"Oh." Edward nodded. "Edward will find Faye-Faye if Jet-person tells Edward what is going on and why no one was at Faye-Faye's house when Edward went to pick up Ein."

The familiar clicking sounds of the welsh corgis' foot steps came near. He had seemed to have been hiding the entire time they had been back in the ship Jet had forgotten about him.

"Ok Ed, you just track down Faye for us and I will tell you everything we know so far."

End of this chapter. Sorry It's lame and it took me so long but originally the next chapter was gonna be a part of this but it got to long and I got tiered. Ok then that's all for now bout 3 or 4 chapters left. If I get around to writing them.