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Jet returned from Mars the next morning, relieved to find Spike still alive, sitting up on the couch. He was absent-mindedly staring at the ceiling fan, but looked up when Jet came in. Jet was laden with groceries, and shot Spike a 'get-your-ass-over-here-and-help-me' look. "I'd give you a hand, but I'm still not feelin' so hot," Spike replied, looking back up at the fan.
"Well where the hell is Faye? If she expects to eat, she should at least help out a little," Jet whined. Spike stayed silent and stared at the fan.
As the days passed, Spike's wounds healed and he began walking again. He managed to stay away from any part of the ship where Faye would have been, however, and she did her best to do the same. Spike needed this time to work out what he wanted to say to Faye. He could still feel her pressing her lips to his and the warmth of her hands on his head.
Not being able to at least insult Faye let alone talk to her was putting a damper on life for Spike. He was finally admitting to himself that his life was missing a piece when she wasn't around. He was lonely without her and longed to be able to kiss her again. Was this love? Different or the same from the way he had felt about Julia? The same, he decided, but this was...maybe...stronger.
He woke up one morning, having decided the night before to tell Faye how he felt, and left his room in search of Faye. He found her strolling around the rotating hall, but as soon as she saw him in the doorway, she left. He followed, and she was headed toward her room. "Faye," Spike called, but she kept on walking.
"Faye," he said, with a little more force. "Faye!" By this time he was right behind her, but she didn't turn around. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pinning her to the wall. "Listen to me dammit!"
"You're hurting me, you bastard! Get the fuck off!" she screamed at him.
"Faye will you shut up for just a minute and let me say something?! Don't be so fucking stubborn!" he yelled at her. She stopped squirming for a moment.
"Faye," he whispered, loosening his grip on her shoulders. "I love you. I love you, Faye."
She stared at him blankly for a few moments, her eyes searching his for something. "What the hell?!" she screamed. "Get off me you ass!"
She swung out her leg to kick him in the groin, but he blocked it with his forearm. She seized the opportunity to shake free of his other arm and shot into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
"Damn fucking fuck!" Spike screamed.