Disclaimer: This chapter contains much of what originally happens in the series. I do not claim any sort of ownership over these events or characters.
"Hey Jet, got anything to eat? I'm starving," Spike asked in his usual nonchalant tone.
Jet watched Spike inhale the food as if he hadn't eaten in a week, which he probably hadn't. Spike finished up his meal and turned to leave again when Jet suddenly stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Be careful, buddy. The syndicate's always been out for blood, but yours is especially precious to them."
"Thanks, Jet. I'll keep that in mind," Spike replied, mockingly, but thankful for his partner's concern.
Spike headed up the staircase towards the hangers. The barrel of a gun was suddenly pointed at him from around the corner. "Where are you going?" asked the smaller, purple haired woman in possession of the gun. "Why are you going?" Her face was like stone with no emotions, but her eyes betrayed her deep concern for this man she had been living with for the past year.
Spike turned to look at her. "Don't you know you have a future here, Spike? Don't go throwing your life away on your past. It's all gone and you can't have it back or change it...so where are you going?" she pleaded.
"Look at my eyes, Faye. One of them is a fake because I lost it in an accident, and it keeps seeing the past. I won't stop seeing it until the past catches up with me or until I stop it first. The other eye..."
"Why are you telling me this now?" she yelled at him. "I might never see you again. I came back and now you're just leaving? Just like that?" Her eyes were tearing over and she just stared at the floor.
"I have to go," Spike concluded, and walked past her to get to the hangers.
Faye's heart felt like it was being ripped out of her chest. She had just discovered there was no other life for her, and come back to where she had expected her only friends, her only family, to be. How could he pull this? She knew she would never see him again. Spike, the man she loved.