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Um, this'll be the ending. I figured I should get it done before I fall into writer's block again, lol. And plus, I can't figure out anything else I could use to drag it out longer. And if it got too long...well, you get the picture...I need your help! I'm thinking about MAYBE making a sequel that is a few years in the future. What do you think? Tell me, truthfully though...I might just make one for the heck of it. Alright, enough of my blabbering, onto the story! Last chapter... :: cries ::

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Faye sat on the couch, a cigarette dangling from her lips and a lighter in her hand. She flipped the lighter every once in a while, but her concentration was placed on the table in front of her. It hadn't been long ago. Only a few days, truthfully. The news was on almost every channel that their small TV would pick up.

Spike hadn't been hurt badly. He was somewhere on the ship, probably training. The only major wound she had was the bullet that had hit her shoulder. Now, Jet on the other hand, was hurt badly. He'd spent the last of his energies trying to get out of the place and after that, Spike and Faye had to help him walk. The explosion had injured him worse than anyone had thought.

They hadn't released the names of those who had been lost in the building, but Faye already knew. She knew that Code was dead and that was all that mattered. The woman allowed a small smile to creep across her lips as she stood. She started to stretch, but a jolt of pain reminded her of her shoulder injury and her smile turned into a snarl.

Grudgingly brushing the feeling off, she began walking toward the training room. If Spike wasn't on the sofa, that was where he'd be. No doubt about it. Besides, there was nothing else to do. She might as well find someone to talk to. Maybe she'd get the courage to tell him what was really on her mind. Another smile played across her lips as she stepped into the training room.

"Spike!" she yelled when she didn't immediately see him. Her voice echoed in the room instead of a response from the man. She flicked on the light, hoping it would help her see. Still, no Spike. A pang of worry filled her as she turned on her heel and strode out of the room. Soon, she'd broken out into a jog, which turned into a run. Why was she so worried? The thought flittered across her mind, but she didn't waste her time trying to answer it.

As she flew past Jet's room, she was vaguely aware of whispering. It took a few seconds for the thought to register that perhaps he was there. Faye skidded to a stop and turned around, flinging Jet's door open before even thinking of manners. Two surprised faces turned on her as she watched. Spike was sitting in a chair not far from Jet's bed while Jet was propped up on the mattress.

Now knowing that they were all right, Faye blushed and quietly closed the door without saying anything. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' she chided to herself as she began quickly walking down the hallway. Back inside of the room, the two men exchanged looks and Spike frowned, knowing what Jet was trying to say without words. He slowly, a little reluctantly perhaps, stood and walked out of the room. He looked down the hallway, wondering which way Faye had gone.

He listened closely, knowing how the metal hip carried sound, particularly footsteps. He grinned sloppily as he started to follow after hers, knowing exactly where she was going. A little too late, he heard footsteps pounding up from behind him. Knowing what was to come, he ducked and watched as a blur sped over his head. "Ed, what are you-"he began to ask before the girl swung around jumping on him.

"Edward, please! What do you want?" he asked, trying to pry the hyper child off of him. "Ed's hungry!" the girl yelled and her words were emphasized by a bark from behind him. "Eh, go find Jet," Spike muttered unenthusiastically as he stopped struggling to get her away from him.

"But Jet-person is sicky wicky!" the girl protested as she jumped from Spike to the wall, crawling down it like a spider before once again standing in front of him like a human. "Well then go raid the refrigerator!" he told her, watching as she cocked her head to one side. "Ed can?" she asked suspiciously. "Yeah..." Spike muttered in reply and watched as the little girl bounded off toward the ship's kitchen, a little yapping dog on her heels.

"I really shouldn't have told her that," Spike muttered to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking toward the living room. Hopefully, Faye hadn't yet gone into her room. Or did he really hope for that? Well, it would be an easy way out...but no, it had to be said sometime.

When he reached the living room, he found the purple-haired woman stretched out on the sofa. In the past few days since they'd been back, she'd been on the piece of furniture more than he had. She'd also reverted to once again wearing her skimpy yellow get-up. She looked up as he entered, quirking an eyebrow before turning back to the TV. The news again. Was she still waiting for them to release names?

Spike ignored this as he sat at the end of the sofa, playfully pushing her feet out of his way. "Hey!" Faye said, kicking him in the side before curling her feet up. "Well, hello to you too," he said, shrugging as he leaned back. He dug in his pocket, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and pulling one out. He held the pack toward Faye and the message was clear. Do you want one?

Faye shook her head and Spike shrugged, lighting one up. "Hey Faye?" Spike began, looking over at her. She returned the look, although a little suspiciously. "Yeah?" she asked. "Do you..." he cut himself off, "How's your arm?" The woman shrugged, wincing slightly remembering her shoulder. "Its alright," she answered, hoping that he hadn't seen her face.

"I have something I need to...tell you. And I'd be very happy if you didn't laugh," he said, twisting in the sofa to face her. "Poor Spikey has a problem?" Faye asked, grinning slightly, but she shut up when she saw Spike's expression. "You know what? Nevermind," he grumbled, his eyes then locking on the TV as he took a drag from his cigarette.

Faye sat up slightly, knowing that what he had to say would be important. What was with the compassionate side taking over lately? "Alright Spike, seriously, what is it?" she placed her attention on him and watched as he looked over, eyes disbelieving. There was something else there as well, but she wasn't able to decipher it before his attention was back on the TV.

"Why would you care?" he asked, his tone suddenly defensive. Faye narrowed her eyes, resisting the urge to slap him. 'Because I love you, you idiot!' she thought, but the thought never made it to words. Instead, she bit back the annoyance and laid a hand on his arm. "Spike," she said in a warning tone before turning it to a nicer one. "Tell me," she said.

Spike stared at her out of the corner of his eye, wondering what she was up to. He noted her touch, wondering briefly why. Since when did she do that? He bit his tongue, wondering how he was going to say this without sounding like a total idiot. "I..." he started, searching for the word. He must have paused for too long because Faye nodded, beckoning him to continue. "Care," he finished, looking back towards the TV.

He next words surprised him. "About what?" she asked. Spike's head snapped back around to look at the woman sitting beside him. Her hand was still on his arm. "What more do you need?" he asked unbelievably. Faye blinked. What did he mean? He said he cared...could it be for her? Faye smiled for a moment before realizing it and wiping it from her face.

"You care," Faye started, her voice low. What if she messed up and this wasn't what he meant? She closed her eyes, "about me?" the words were choked out of her, and they were so low that Spike almost didn't catch them. He sighed, thankful that she at least got the picture. But what of her opinion? The purple-haired beauty looked up and into his mismatched eyes.

The man nodded, flashing a sloppy grin, hoping to ease the seriousness of the moment. "And care would mean...love?" Faye asked. She definitely wanted to get this right. No mistakes. Spike exhaled noisily, jumping up, "Yes god damnit!" he yelled, perhaps louder than he should have. He then started to walk away, sure that Faye thought he was crazy.

Much to the contrary, Faye hopped up, running toward him and jumped onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. For a moment Spike thought that Ed had attacked him again but he was aware of certain curves. "I love you too," the words were whispered into his ear and Spike couldn't suppress the smile that found its way to his lips.

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Um...yeah...cheesy, I know. And they were Out Of Character! Actually, I think that was through the whole thing...oh well. Thanks for reading! Please Review!