Chapter Four- Shelter

Don't own them yet

"Damnit…how the hell am I gonna get out of here?" Faye yelled, kicking a chunk of her ship. "This is your fault Spike!"

"My fault? You agreed to help me, so don't blame it all on me! If you had fought back this wouldn't have happened!" he shouted back.

"How was I going to take on 10 ships full of Syndicate members? And you threatened me! I wasn't going to let myself get killed over an idiot like you!" Faye screamed, kicking another chunk of metal at Spike. He jumped out of the way.

"You agreed to help me, I wouldn't have turned you into the Syndicate, do I look like that type of person!" he yelled.

"You were the one responsible for the murders on Ganymede! I don't think having me killed would have been that big of a deal!" she shouted back.

"Hang on a second, that wasn't me! It was Vicious!" he yelled. Faye stopped kicking things at him.

"Who?" she asked. He throat was sore from yelling, and it foot felt like it was on fire.

"My old partner in the Red Dragons. He was the one who ordered all those murders. I didn't even know about it until he told the elders. I was supposed to do it, but I didn't, so he went and did it" he replied. Faye lowered her head.

"I'm sorry I thought you a murderer, Spike" she said softly. She felt ignorant. Spike may have been a Red Dragon, but that didn't mean he was a murderer.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter that people think I did it, all that matters is that I know I didn't" he said.

"I know, but I just wish that I had really known that. I wasn't going to come after you just for being in a Syndicate. It says that you were the one responsible. If I had've known I would've stayed home" Faye replied.

"I'm glad you didn't, you helped me get out of a bad situation." He said.

"Now what are we gonna do? We're millions of miles away from a town or person, and my ship's busted. How are we gonna get out of here?" Faye asked. She had finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

"There's no chance in fixing it, it's completely blown. We'll just have to sit tight for a while, then try to find someone who can help us. Don't you have a communicator?" Spike asked.

"It was in the ship, there's no way to call my partner…" Faye said. She was poking through the debris of her ship. Maybe her communicator was fine. She saw it. It wasn't a pretty sight, the screen was blown, and the wires were sticking up everywhere. She kicked another piece out of anger. She had forgotten how sore her foot was…

"OW! Damn that hurts!" she yelled, and plopped down in the sand and pulled her shoe off. Her foot was swollen and bruised, and it looked as if it had been steamed. Spike walked over to her.

"That was smart". Faye glared up at him, which wasn't easy. The sun was high and blinding.

"This isn't funny Spike. My foot is killing me!" she yelled, and threw a rock at him. He moved out of the way.

"Can you at least walk to find somewhere to stay? It looks like it's gonna rain…" Spike said, looking up at the sky. Faye tried pulling herself up. But her foot was too painful, and the hot sand made it worse. She sat back down on the ground and hung her head.

"No". Spike sighed, and picked her up over his shoulder. "We can at least try to find a cave or something, that'll keep us out of the worst of the weather. He began to walk. Faye's weight bared down on him after about half an hour of walking. Her foot was too painful to walk though. They found salvation after another hour. A small, seemingly deserted, cave.