A/N Part one: well, here is the last chapter in my extremely short fic. Thanks for the reviews I got, they were helpful. To Jimi Hydroxxx, thanks, I never thought of this as a romantic fic, but if that's how it is, that's how it'll be. I love romantic fics, but I never thought I could write one. Anyway, enjoy reading this, and be on the lookout for the sequel. I'm not sure what I'll call it, but I'll put sequel in the summary. It won't be out for a while, though.

'italic'………someone thinking

Chapter 3

The End

Several days passed, and Spike tried his best to avoid Faye. After a week, it was impossible.

Jet walked to the bathroom door and listened. Retching and coughing could be heard from inside, so he knocked.

"Faye, are you ok in there?"

"Yeah, I'm ok."

"You sure? You've been like this for days."

"I said I'm fine." she vomited again.

"So then, I guess you don't want breakfast, right?" she threw up again. "Right then." he walked away while Faye continued to throw up. A few minutes later, Faye came out of the bathroom. She was clutching her stomach, and laid down on the couch. After a few moments of silence, Jet came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food for Spike. He walked over and knocked on Spikes door.

"Spike, lets go. Foods done, and you've hardly eaten in a week."

"I'm not hungry."

"And I'm not stupid. Open up." Spike opened his door a little, and took the plate and cup from Jet. He sat down on his bed and used a chair as a table. He finished his food, and drank from his cup slowly. Before he had finished, Faye came in his room and sat down.

"What do you want?"

"There is something I really need to tell you. And you really need to listen."

"Yeah?" he began drinking from his cup again.

"I'm - I'm pregnant." Spike spewed his drink everywhere.

"What?!"

"You heard me." she held her stomach and paused. "Spike… the baby is yours."

"You have got to be joking me!"

"I'm afraid not." Spike began panicking.

"The baby can't me mine! I'm - I'm not ready to be a father!"

"You should have thought of that before." Faye stood up. "Now you have to decide between me and Julia. And if you had a heart, you'll accept this I don't want her growing up with a father who doesn't care."

"Her?"

"It's a girl. I can feel it." Faye walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Spike laid down on his unmade bed, and thought.

'Faye, pregnant? And the baby is mine? This can't be happening…'

After tossing and turning for an hour, Spike decided he would actually leave his room for the first time in a week. He walked out and sat next to Faye on the couch.

"A baby, huh?" he said, not looking at Faye, but looking straight at the wall in front of him.

"Yeah." Faye replied, looking the same way as Spike.

"A girl."

"Yep,"

"How do you know it's a girl?"

"I don't know exactly how I know, I just have this feeling. I know it's a girl."

"Wow… a baby."

"And you're the daddy." Spike looked over at Faye, and turned towards her. He moved his hand and rested it on Faye's stomach.

"Daddy… for the first time in my life, I'm a father."

Jet smiled. He had been watching the scene from the kitchen, and was glad to see Faye and Spike getting along. The only thing that kicked him was that Faye was pregnant, and that it was Spikes kid. Jet shut the kitchen door so Faye and Spike could talk in private.

*****

A few weeks later, Faye had barely gained any weight, and Spike was out more and more. Faye was relaxing on the couch, when Jet walked in the room.

"Hey." he said.

"Hey." Faye replied. Jet sat down on the chair across from Faye.

"Look, Faye, Spikes not here, and there's something I think we really should talk about."

"Ok."

"Spike has been after vicious ever since he left the Syndicate."

"What's your point?"

"Faye, there's a possibility that Spike may not be around for much longer." Faye sat up on the couch.

"Are you saying he's going to die?"

"There's always that possibility. Look, all I'm saying is, don't get your hopes up. The baby may just grow up not knowing her father personally."

"I hope not, but I guess the worst is always to be expected with Spike." Faye looked at the wall. "It's just, I love him so much. I know he doesn't feel exactly the same, with Julia around. But I want him to be careful. I want him to be there for his child. He can't very well do that when he's dead."

"I know, Faye." Jet said. "I just don't think we can change him."

*****

A couple of days passed, and Spike went after vicious. He ended up dying, although Faye and Jet didn't know. The next day after, Faye was watching television, when a news report came on. It stated that there had been a violent fight at the Red Dragon Syndicate, and the head member, Vicious, and an ex-Syndicate member, Spike Spiegel, had been killed late during the previous evening.

At this news, Faye was speechless, but not exactly crying. A few stray tears did streak down her face, though. Jet came into the room to see what was on the news, when he saw the report.

"Looks like you were right, Jet." Faye said. "The worst was to be expected from Spike."

"What? What happened?"

"Spike, Vicious, Syndicate shootout." Faye said. "He's dead, Jet."

"Oh, Faye, I'm so sorry."

"No. don't be sorry. I should have known this would happen."

"Faye, if it's any help, I'll be here for whatever you need. I'll help in any way possible."

"Thank you." Faye stood up and walked to her room. It was then that she noticed a piece of folded up paper on her dresser that she hadn't noticed before. Faye walked over to her dresser, and picked up the paper. While unfolding it, a picture fell from it's folds. She picked it up, and it was a picture of Spike. She looked at the paper, and noticed a familiar handwriting. It was Spikes handwriting. A letter at that. Faye read it to herself. It said:

'Dear Faye,

Hey. I know your not exactly happy with what happened, but it had to be done.

You said the baby was a girl, right? I'm asking you to do me this one favor. Name her Kerry. I've always loved that name. And give her your last name. She'll be in too much danger with mine.

And to my baby girl, which I'm sure is adorable and as beautiful as her mother, I'm sorry for not being there for you.

Faye, please take care of her. Tell her all about me, and please give her my Swordfish II, my gun, and the enclosed picture.

I'm sorry for not being there for you, and I love you both.

Spike'

"Weird." Faye reread the letter. "It's almost like, he knew he was gong to die." Faye laid down on her bed, and watched the stars pass by her window.

*****

A/N Part 2: well, hope you liked. It's the last chapter and all, but please review, that way I'll know what to put in my next fic, and what people want to read. Thanks all ^_*