A/N: This is a really short chapter, and I'm only posting it because someone of you guys have been worried about Faye's suicidal tendencies. I'm not even supposed to be on the computer, so I'm sorry this is short!!!!!! ^.^

Luv and kisses,

Fallenangel

So easy…Faye thought. So very easy to end it all… She leaned forward, embracing death. Suddenly, a pair of mismatched brown eyes appeared in her mind. A smirking mouth, and unruly green hair followed, completing a picture of the last person she wanted to see now. Spike smiled softly at her and brushed a hand across her face. "Do you really want to jump?"  Yes! Her mind screamed at him. And it's all your fault! He grinned. "Faye, I know you better than that. Death isn't the end. Do you really think I'd leave you alone there? You'll have to face me sometime, whether it's on earth or in hell!"

With a gasp, Faye shook herself free. All that had taken place in the amount of time it had taken her to blink. Shock hit her like the cold water down below, and she clung to the railing of the bridge like a lifeline.

Panting, she pulled herself back up onto the bridge, where she collapsed onto the cold pavement.

No! I will NOT give up! I will not give Spike the satisfaction of laughing at my weakness! I will not give up!

Brushing strands of grimy hair from her face, she struggled to her feet and staggered off into the darkness.

A sleek black car pulled up in front of a foreboding gray building, and a slender woman stepped out of the driver's seat. Ever since that accident with Jonathan, Faye had not let anyone drive her anywhere.

Brushing imaginary dust from her suit, she strode purposefully through the tall doors and into the building.

Faye wore a black skirt and jacket business suit, with a white border tracing all the hems. The garments fit tightly, giving her a commanding, yet incredibly sexy air. Her hair was pulled up into a French twist, and her black and white high heels clicked precisely on the tile floor.

She strode past all the bodyguards that lined the corridors, and entered a room at the end of the hall.

A tall man sat in a high-backed chair behind a large desk, and bodyguards stood in each corner.

The tall man stood. "Mrs. Hart." He shook her hand, meeting her eyes. "And how have you been?"

Faye smiled, and sat down across from him, tucking one ankle behind the other, and folding her hands on her lap. "Really Hugh, I wish you would call me Ruby. And I have been wonderful, thank you for asking. But dare I ask why you called me here today?"

He smiled in return, and flicked his fingers at the guards, who immediately shuffled out of the room. "Well, Ruby, we've been seeing each other for almost a month now, and I have something I want to ask you."

Faye nodded. "Go on."

"Well, I've been thinking. Ever since I met you, I've felt something. And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being my wife." He produced a small velvet box from his coat pocket and cracked it open.

The biggest diamond ring Faye had ever seen was nestled against the black satin. Slowly, she reached out to the box, and smiled. Softly, she placed her hand on the soft velvet of the box lid and gently snapped it shut. She met Hugh's eyes. "I'm sorry. I can't marry you." She stood and began to walk slowly from the room.

"Mrs. Hart!" Hugh's sharp voice rang out. "Tell me why you can't marry me!"

Faye stopped, but did not turn. "I'm not who you think I am…" she said softly, and quit the room.

As Faye neared her car, she heard the tapping of many feet racing towards her. "Mrs. Hart!" someone called. "Stop! Please come back into the building. You must give Mr. Hugh an answer!"

She stopped walking, and put her hand on the car. "I gave him an answer. No."

"Mrs. Hart." The same voice repeated. "You must give him an answer, or…"

"Or what?" she asked, turning to face the ten or so armed men fanned out around her. "Or you'll kill me because I don't want to marry him? Let me tell you something. If I married Hugh, it would be the biggest mistake either of us ever made in our lives. I don't love him, and he doesn't love me. He doesn't even know me!"

When one of the guards made a doubtful noise, she rounded on them. "What if I told you my name isn't Ruby Hart? What if I told you I haven't always been a rich aristocrat? What if I told you that I used to be a gambling bounty hunter? What if I told you that I'm technically old enough to be your grandmother? What if I told you my real name is Faye Valentine?" She scanned their shocked faces. "That's not true of course, but you have no way of knowing that." She nodded curtly to them and climbed into the car.

She was turning the key when she happened to glance at her rearview mirror. The guards were aiming at her car, and cocking their guns.

Faye groaned. "Dammit. Just what I need. Overenthusiastic zealots." She reached down and pressed the small button on her anklet.

As soon as the engine turned, she jerked the steering wheel hard to the left, and slammed on the gas. The car peeled out, as bullets burrowed into the rubber-laced pavement where Faye's car had been.

With a great gust of wind, the RedTail shot around the corner of a building and zoomed up next to the car, as Faye struggled to stay out of reach of the guards. She wrenched the wheel around, until the car was heading back towards Hugh's building. She tied the wheel in place with her pantyhose, weighted down the pedal with her purse, and leaped out of the car.  She just managed to grab onto the RedTail, throwing herself inside the cockpit. When she found the car again, it was speeding directly for the guards, who scattered. With a crash, the car slammed into the corner of the building, turning instantly into a huge fireball.

Faye clicked on her microphone. "Alright. Firing at my car, I can dismiss as an accident if you turn around and go back in the building. Tell Hugh I committed suicide when you wouldn't let me leave, and drove my car into the building as a last act of defiance." She laughed humorlessly. "Or I'll send my message through your dead and mangled bodies. You have five seconds."

The guards looked uncertain and suspicious, but none moved.

"Five… Four… Three… Two… I'm warning you… One and a half… Move it, you stupid bastards… One and a quarter… Last chance… One… Have it your way…Zero."

Faye swung the ship around, and brought the mounted machine gun online. She opened fire on the cluster of guards, as they returned fire.

"Pitiful. That's like trying to stop a tsunami with a toy bucket."

With a sigh, she looked at the few remaining guards who had survived her first attack. Poor babies. Never thought they'd seen a socially elite lady drive a car into a building, and gun them all down. Oh well. They need a change of pace! She grinned, and flew back for another pass.

The guards would still not return inside. Faye shook her head. "Still so obsessed with serving Hugh that they refuse to retreat. Must be new on the job…" Methodically, she sought out each one and finished them off. As a last message for her old lover, she charged up her laser cannon, and burned a message into the pavement.

An hour later, when Hugh approached the bloody scene, he found an inscription waiting for him between the mangled bodies of his guards. "I'M NOT WHO U THINK I AM."