A/N: So, i promised to update, like, two days ago, but I never got any lovely reviews. But thanks to my one recent reviewer, WaitingForYesterday, I got my but in gear, and posted this chapter for ya all. This is a pivotal chapter, I guess setting up for the inevitable. So, read, review please, and enjoy!

Been crossin' that bridge
With lessons I've learned…

"Six months already?" a fruffy-headed man called from the beige leather couch. "It seems like only yesterday I was providing you with your first hook-up."

"Fuck you Spike," a man called from the bathroom.

"Is that an offer? Cause I don't think Julia would appreciate that too much, V!" Spike joked as he headed towards the bathroom.

"How do I look?" Vicious asked as he struggled with the difficult decision of leaving his hair down or pulling it back.

"Eh, you look like a guy who's been pussy-whipped by big blue eyes," Spike said as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Sounds like someone's just jealous because he doesn't have a steady pussy to be whipped by," Vicious smirked as he pulled his hair back.

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, why don't you just cut your hair, then you won't have a problem, Fabio."

"Oh, right, and let it become some unruly mop like yours, Spike. I think not."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my hair, bub!" he yelled, decking Vicious in the shoulder.

The doorbell interrupted their mock fight, and Spike headed towards the door.

"Should I tell her you're still fussing with your hair?"

"Just let her in, dip shit."

Playing with fire
And not getting burned…

Spike did as he was told, and admitted Julia into the apartment. She looked rather beautiful, in a long dark blue dress. It was strappy and had a slit up the right side. Her hair was drawn back into a sophisticated bun, and small, golden ringlets surrounded her face. A lovely vision, indeed.

"Hey, you look good," Spike said, trying his best to not appreciate her appearance.

"Thanks. And you look…relaxed," Julia responded, noting his gray sweat pants and white tank.

"Yeah…I have a date myself, tonight. Her name's Lady TV, and let's just say, I know how to push all of the right buttons."

Julia couldn't help but giggle. Ever since she started dating Vicious, she had also spent a lot of time with Spike. They were three parts of an exciting person. Vicious was the intimidation and the brains of course, Julia was the looks and the innocence, and Spike was the cool and the fun.

She liked Spike. Liked him a lot. But she was with Vicious, who was absolutely wonderful to her. He treated her like a princess and catered to her every whim. In his work, he was cold and dangerous, but to her, he was warm and secure. But that somehow irritated Julia every now and then. She liked a little danger and mystery. Or she at least liked they way Spike portrayed it.

But she quickly put that out of her mind when Vicious emerged from the bathroom. He looked damn sexy, like always. Crisp, black suit; silver hair pulled back and that appreciative smile on his handsome face. That's right, that's why she fell in love with Vicious in the first place. Now, if only Spike would stop barging into her brain.

I may not know what you're going through…

It had not gone unnoticed by Vicious, the way that Spike and Julia looked at each other. It had perturbed him a bit. And made him jealous. Did Julia like Spike? He couldn't blame a woman for falling for the idiot, but he would whole-heartedly blame Julia for it. Deciding that they're witty banter and awkward stares had gone on long enough, Vicious made his prescence know.

"You look gorgeous, Julia," Vicious actually cooed as he warmly embraced her.

Spike took a step back and made gagging noises. It was disgusting what love did to his friend.

"Are you guys gonna get a room, or am I gonna have to?" Spike feigned disgust.

"Shut up, Spiegel. We won't bother your 'date' tonight. But do remember to give you hand a rest, okay," Vicious chided as he lead Julia out of the apartment.

"Fuck off, V. Good night, Julia." And with that, Spike closed the door.

But time is the space between me and you…

Spike sat down on the couch and clicked on the TV. It'd be another night alone for him. Sure, he could have easily had ten dates lined up for tonight alone, but he didn't want a simple lay. He actually wanted what Vicious had. No, not what he had, like, in the "I want Julia" sense, but in the "I want love sense". At least, that what Spike tried to convince himself of.

Over the six months Julia had been hanging around, Spike was finding himself increasingly attracted to her. She was so fragile and needy and pretty and obedient. At first, Spike was disgusted by her loyalty to Vicious. But now, he actually kind of longed for it. He just wanted true human interaction. Yeah, that's it…interaction. But definitely not Julia.

He was just jealous of how much Vicious had, and how much he lacked. Damn, it was going to be a long night.

There is a light through that window…

Vicious woke to the sun dancing on his face. He slowly sat up and replayed last night in his mind. It was a good night. Everything went well for their six month anniversary. Very well indeed. He glanced to his left and watched Julia sleeping soundly.

He decided at that moment that he loved Julia. Huh. That was also odd for him. First, a true friend, and now a girl he loved. Life in the syndicate wasn't as bad as some had made it out to be.

He rose from bed and pulled on his boxers for gratuities sake, then headed to the window. He looked out at the rising sun and smiled when cool hands wrapped around his waist. He was truly happy in that moment.

Hold on say yes, while people say no…

Spike woke up to the sound of static. The movie he was watching was obviously over. He stared at the ceiling for a while.

"You're a douche!"

That's what the ceiling said. Or at least what it read. Spike had put a sticky note on the ceiling above that spot as a joke. But right now, the paper was just mocking him.

"Yeah, well, I don't go around calling you names," Spike retorted as he got up.

It was a little before seven and Vicious wasn't back. Not that Spike actually expected him to come back last night, anyway. He was probably still reaping the benefits of remembering his anniversary.

"Always the lucky one, aren't we, Spiegel?" Spike questioned his reflection. "Another Saturday night alone. We'll remedy this one day, won't we?"

His mind flashed an image of a blond haired, blue eyed woman and lightly whispered 'yes'. Casually shaking his head and making his way to the kitchen, Spike simply uttered 'no', hoping that his brain would honestly listen to him.

Life carries on…

Vicious sighed contently as he kissed Julia's forehead. She told him she loved him, what more could he ask for?

Spike sighed uncomfortably. He realized he was falling for Julia. He was just asking for death.

It goes on.

A/N: So, another chpater over and done. Hope you liked it. If you're nice and give me a nice review, I'll more than gladly post another one for ya! Thanks a ton, you're awesome! Have a nice day!