I'm so sorry it's been so long...I mean like months since I have updated any of my stories. My computer was on the fritze...actually, it was good and dead. Really dead. Deader than dead. I also had writers block for this story. I kinda wrote myself into a corner so to speak. Also, I no longer have the use of a spell checker, so I apologize for any misspellings.

Also, I was reading some other fics and came across one that echoed this one pretty close. Close enough that I was pretty upset. Like the only things that were changed were that in my fic Spike would say something and in the other one it was Faye saying it. I was kinda upset so had lost motivation. I also stopped reading that fic so that i didn't accidentally put anything in mine that they thought of.

WIthout further ado, the story.

Oh yeah. I don't own shit.

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"You fucking bastard! You're lucky I don't shoot you right now! How could you do that!" Faye was screaming at Spike for all she was worth. Her face still flamed in memory of having her dress ripped away in the crowded club. Not that she had anything to be ashamed of, she was hot and she knew it. But that the act was designed to humiliate her stung just a bit. Never mind the fact that Spikes hands running up her legs had turned her on ...

"You sure seemed to be enjoying yourself. It's what you get for making me wear that stupid outfit, and leaving me with that freak backstage. For christs sake, it tried to help me with my fly!" At Spike's horrified tone Faye had to smirk.

"I'll have you know that that freak paid me the two thousand wulongs we used to put fuel in our ships. We had a deal that he would pay me if you got on stage." The smug smile could be seen across the hangar.

Disbelief was plastered to his face. "Two thousand? I'm only worth two thousand wulongs?"

"No, I only told you about two thousand. The rest is going on the ponies."

Jet sighed as he heard the bickering from the hanger. They had been going at it over the radio the whole way back to the Bebop. "While you two kids were busy trying to one up each other with pranks and humiliating situations, did either of you even think of sticking to the plan and catching the bounty? I didn't think-"

Jet was cut off by a bar coaster flying through the air to his hand.

"Name, number and hotel room Jet. Apearantly our Mr. Rylee has a think for sexy cowboys...which I do think I made a pretty good one." He cast a lop-sided smirk in Jet's direction. "I'm supposed to meet him tomorrow night." He strode from the room, intent on a hot shower and a nap before a lovely dinner of bell peppers. His stomach cramped at the thought. Maybe he would take some of the wulongs he had stuffed down his briefs and go to Wackdonalds...

Faye caught up with him in the hallway. "How'd ya get that information Spike? Flirt with him? Give him a private show? Never knew you swung that way." Faye's voice was scathing as she delivered the nasty comment.

Spike truned and trapped Faye against the wall with an arm on either side of her."Jealous my little floozy? I never would have thought it of you Faye." The shower could wait. Fighting with Faye suddenly became more interesting.

His low gravelly voice and the closeness of his body made her weak in the knees, but damned if she would let him know that . She snorted. "Over you? Hardly."

"Sure sounds that way." Without another word he turned away and headed to the ships sole bathroom.

"Wait a minute Lunkhead, I'm not done with you!" Suddenly Faye's demeanor changed. "Oh Spike? I hope you didn't plan on sleeping any time soon."

The seductive note in her voice stopped him dead in his tracks. He glared at her through narrowed eyes over his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?" Every sense was on alert for danger; pissed Faye was bad but seductive Faye was deadly.

She stepped close to him, so close that they were sharing the same air. She could feel the heat of his body radiating out in waves as she simpered into his brown eyes. The weak knees had returned.

All Spike could think about was how great she had looked after he ripped her dress off and now she was just about plastered to him. The sensation of drowning in a grassy field took hold as he gazed into her eyes.

"Payback's a bitch you asshole." Sparks flew from her eyes as she spun on her heel and stomped into the bathroom before he could beat her to the door.

"You're just jealous I made more money than you did!"

Payback my ass. I'll get you yet Valentine. Wait and see.

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"Shush, he'll hear us and wake up!" Ed and Faye were in the hangar looking at the Swordfish II. Taking Faye's warning to heart, Spike had decided the only place safe for him to nap was in his locked ship. There was no way Faye could do anything to him there. Or so he thought.

A young girls giggle again broke the quiet surrounding the ships. "ED!" Faye hissed. "Here, take this roll and I'll start with this one. Make sure you cover his doors completely but leave a bit of an opening on his window." The girls dispatched to begin their dirty work. Slowly yet surely, the dusty pink exterior of the Swordfish took on a shiny patina. Then it began to turn white. When they were finished the swordfish resembled a fragile pink butterfly struggling free of its chrysalys. Chuckling at this thought, Faye climbed up and tapped on the window. Finally Spike woke up.

The first thing he saw was the shrew woman sitting on his hood holding his hidden carton of cigarettes - except they weren't hidden anymore and she was smoking them. "Faye, I'm gonna kick your ass!" pushing the eject button he prepared to launch himself from the ship. Unfortunately his pod didn't open and he ended up impersonating a fly on the windshield, which only made Faye laugh harder.

"Oh Spike, you look so funny!" Faye was laughing so hard and clutching her sides that she almost fell off the nose of the Swordfish. The evil faces Spike was making at her only added to her mirth. "Poor little Spikey can't get out of his big fancy ship. That's too bad. But I know how much you love your baby. Toodles!" With a cute little wave she hopped to the hangar floor and strode to the door still smoking her cigarette. One last look over her shoulder at the man throwing her vile gestures, one final laugh, and she walked out.

"Oooh, Spike-person, how are you going to get out of there?" Ed had her face pressed hard to the glass, as if she were looking for a secret door Spike could exit by. Just then Ein walked past catching her attention. "EIN!" Ed departed the hangar as well, toting her favorite canine with her.

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"Stupid Shrew woman! This is low. This is beyond low. The jelly incident doesn't even come close to beating this one." Grumbling to himself he lit a bent cigarette and considered his options. He could fly somewhere to get himself cut out. Doohan would do it...AND give him a three hour lecture about taking care of his ship. Besides, the embarrassment would kill him. Scratch that idea. He could wait for Jet to happen to wander in, but that could take hours. Ed was a lost cause. She had helped shrinkwrap his ship. Oh was he going to get even. He could already see her lovely Tomato smashed to bits emitting sputtering electric shocks with Faye's favorite white boots next to it functioning as Ein's new chew toys. The thought was comforting. Chuckling evilly and plotting revenge, he lit another cigarette.

"Spike, are you there?" The tinny voice of salvation came from his back pocket.

"Well, I'm here, but I'm kinda out of commission Jet." Thank god he had his comm with him.

"What do you mean 'out of commission?' It looks like you're sitting in your ship." Jet was confused.

"Well, it's kind of an embarrassing story...see, Faye is still pissed at me so I was sleeping here - for safety's sake. God knows what that woman will do when she's pissed. Unfortunately, she and Ed shrinkwrapped me into my ship."Ignoring Jet's disbelieving look Spike took another drag from his crooked cigarette.

"Wanna come cut me out?"

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"Spike, you and Faye have to call a truce. This is getting ridiculus. What if I had an emergency and you couldn't help because you were..." here Jet paused to snigger into his hand. "Shrinkwrapped into your own ship?" He began carefully applying the box cutter to the seams of Spike's pod.

"Go ahead. Laugh again. See what it gets you." Spike was not amused.

"Are you ready for your date tomorrow night?" Now Jet was openly giggling.

"Eat shit Jet." Tomorrow night was the furthest thing from Spike's mind. Pranks on him were one thing. Pranks involving his baby were another thing. He was going to get even.

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I know, the fun part of Spike being the stripper is over...but the prank war continues! Please review if you want more. Like I said, I was going to give this one up. Let me know if you want more!