The Vengeance on Faye Valentine

By Fantasy Cat

Disclaimer: I own Sam and that's all ya need to know.

Chapter Two: Only Through Sarcasm

"Man, Spike there's no end to it, is there?" asked Jet on screen. Spike was calling Jet to tell them about the bomb planted in his car.

"I'm just glad that I didn't use my Swordfish," said Spike as he fiddled with an unused cigarette. "So, where the girls at?" he said, referring to Ed and Faye.

"Oh they're around…" Jet mumbled.

"Something wrong?" Spike asked. Then he heard a familiar female voice, a voice that he hadn't heard in what seemed like forever.

"JET, WHO ARE YOU TALKING TOO!" Spike heard her scream off the phone screen.

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Jet yelled back. "Well, Spike as I was saying, Faye really wanted to talk to you about something and we all think you too need to get together and talk about…this".

Spike sighed. "Nothing good ever comes out of the two of us being alone. Is it that important?"

"I wouldn't know if it's that important to you. But I'd be prepared to have a heart attack over it."

"Will do," said Spike. "Tell her to come to the Syndicate Building at 7 and we'll have dinner."

"Great. I'll tell her," said Jet.

"TELL ME WHAT?!" Faye screamed again. Jet and Spike quickly hung up. Spike swerved around in his chair with a cigarette still unlit thinking about what would happen tonight.

"WAS THAT SPIKE YOU WERE TALKING TO?!!" Faye panicked. "OH MY GOD! YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM, DID YOU?!"

Jet tried to push her down onto the couch to calm her down. "Nah, woman. You know I ain't that evil. Of course I'm gonna let ya tell him this yourself. After all, better for him to yell at you than at me. Now get dressed. Your gonna be meeting him at his place at 7."

"This is not gonna be a nice evening." Faye grumbled. She didn't even bother to change out of her current outfit. Faye just walked straight to her rusting Red Tail and took off.

Outside the RD Building, a guard was waiting outside and watched with curiosity as a raggedly worn out and peeling ship began to park. Faye came out and wasn't surprised to see a guard standing there. "Uhh…you must be Miss Valentine? I'll be taking you upstairs to see him."

Faye felt her stomach began to curl as the two were making their way up the stairs. 'Oh God. Not now!' her head was screaming. The guard opened the door to the private dining hall. Faye remembered this particular room well. It brought back even more bad memories of being Vicious's captive for three whole months and the final result would now be revealed. All of these bad memories were now making Faye nervous about telling Spike that she was pregnant. But turning back could never be an option.

"Miss Faye Valentine, sir." The guard announced Faye's appearance and quickly left Faye alone with her old companion, well…a semi-companion at best. Spike was sitting at the end of the table head down so that Faye could recognize only his bushy forest green hair.

"I thought I'd tried a new shade of coloring," he said and he looked up at Faye and raised an eyebrow. "You look fashionably dressed this evening".

"Sorry," grumbled Faye. "I didn't know you were gonna make something fancy out of this dinner."

"I live here, Faye. Of course everything always has to be fancy." Spike said. "Now do I have to act like a gentleman for you or will you sit yourself?"

"I'll sit myself thanks," said Faye as she went to a chair residing on one side of Spike and sat down.

Time passed. The chicken was no longer steaming. Faye was just picking hers all around. "No more picking it, Faye," Spike said as he grabbed Faye's wrist and took her hand off the food she was playing with. "What is it Faye?"

Faye gave out a moan looking down at her plate. "Spike if anything really bad would've ever happened to me would you even give a damn?! Of course you wouldn't, so there's no point in me telling you what I was gonna tell you."

"Faye, that chicken cost 169 wulongs to make. Don't make me fish out the only two bites you had outta your gut. Now tell me what Jet said you had to say to me and I just might give a damn!" Spike was acting frustrated and this always Faye evilly cheerful. So she decided to tell him the only way she knew how…sarcastically.

"OK, Spike. I just happened to have a bun in the oven and he just happened to be "baked" by your formal enemy. There! I've said it! Not in good way of course, but I had to Spike. I just thought this would affect you too seeing that you're here…maybe it would've been better if I never mixed in any of your business. You used to be important to me…" Faye took her fist to wipe her teary eyes. Spike wasn't looking at her. He was looking at the table again. More time had already passed.

"Please say something," Faye sobbed.

"Jet didn't tell me it was a he…"

Faye's eyes opened so wide that they were about to break out of her face. "WHAT!!! YOU ALREADY KNEW!!!"

"Jet never said that you would be the first to tell me," chuckle Spike. And outraged Faye quickly left Spike and headed back to her Red Tail. Faye was so mad that she slammed on the door to her Red Tail causing it to fall off. She didn't care that she returned to the Bebop in a clutter no longer her Red Tail.

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