Hello! I know I kinda gave you a hard time with this fic. Just been busy – I mean really BUSY!

I've been hook up on my notes and some papers need to be signed by a handful of professors (teachers who are scheduled to come to school for the signing of clearances on different dates). XP

Well, so to make it up... tanananan!!! I finished this chap for you.

Oooh... Touchy? Well, You don't know what I went through before I could upload a chapter. Hah! Just enjoy.

I'll wait for your email and reviews.

Spike sighed upon reaching the door of the room he is supposed to occupy. They got two rooms because he knew that volcanic eruption will occur the moment they flare an argument.

Is she asleep already? Maybe she got tired because of the whole day observing around and quiet investigating.

Hah! I'm not even sure if that's what she did.

That brat!

He was looking at the brown door next to his, plainly carved and painted with white like the rest.

He took another deep sigh before turning the knob.

As soon as he opened the door, an unidentified flying object almost hit him had he not shut the door quickly.

He heard it hitting the back of the door instead and there was that shattered noise.

"What was that?"

Carefully he opened the door again and peeked in. He stared at the wet back of the door, stinking with alcohol and then, on the floor.

Shattered pieces of a beer bottle were scattered on the neat welcome rag.

His eyes wandered around the room.

It's a mess!

Some pillows were shred off; cottons and cover on the floor beside the bed, and a few feathers in mid-air.

A blanket was covering half of a chair standing upside down.

There were bottles of beer, almost all of them empty; with bottle caps at the floor near the bedside drawer.

And the beer – it stinks!

The advocator?

There, arms wrapped around her legs; blue strands of hair almost covering half of her face; her cheeks flushed; her eyebrows met; her lips wet with liquor; frustration and irritation mark on her face;, was Faye.

"That – Hik! Booby! Imbecile – Hik! Tramp, so Cheap. Hypocrite! Putting Faye Valentine in disgust... That BITCH! Hik!"

She grabbed a bottle from on top of the side table drawer. And it flew directly towards Spike.

This time, he caught it before it could hit his face.

He looked at Faye coolly. "That's not how a wife should welcome her husband."

"What are you doing here? Hik! Dammi – Hik! I mean dammit, damn you and that scarlet! Get out of my room, Spike." That was more of an ultimatum than a simple order, like it's a matter of life and death – his life and death to be exact.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You're hopeless. I went back here for a goodnight sleep and found my suppose-to-be wife drunk, my room a disaster, and flying bottles welcoming me. All the time I was thinking, you're soundly asleep in the next room, because you were exhausted from whatever you did today after the seminar this morning. Including that you have made a few mingling around and tried to investigate who Stephen Cock could be."

"Hik! You spike-head – "

"Just give me the keys of the other room, then."

He gazed at the door. And then, around the room.

Pretty disastrous!

This is a catastrophe.

Whatever got into her mind?

After a few seconds, he realized the sudden silence inside the room.

He turned his gaze at the bed and at the girl who fell sideways with her head hanging at the edge of the bed.

"Great! Presenting a sleeping bounty-headed drunkard as my wife. Whatever got into Jet's mind that he got lazy to think of some bright ideas?"

Nevertheless, he walked towards Faye and stared at her for some time.

Unaware that he's been standing there for such a long time, his hands seem to have their own minds and supported her head, laying her properly on the bed.

Her face still flushed, she smells of a feminine perfume and alcohol, and her lips are still wet with beer.

His eyes focused on her lips as he lowered his face...

A sudden rush of consciousness came to Spike and he stop, his face a few inches from her.

He stood up and shook his head, walking away to start looking for the key.

In his mind, specifically in the unconscious level, a voice was blurting out,

Would you leave her like that?

Wearing the same dress she wore this day?

And smelling like she's been soaked in a drum of beer?

The chilly air was coming in from the open window. He stood there for a few sec to freshen his mind before closing it and smiling thinly to the sleeping Faye.

He lit a fresh stick of cigarette and carried his coat on his shoulder.

'I'm just her man for the show... but I'm not her prince charming,.' He whispered before browsing around the room looking for the other room's key.

Morning.

The second day of the Seminar.

Her eyes opened. She listened to the emptiness and silence with mind blank.

She felt dizzy and her head aches.

Must be the alcohol.

Eventually, what happened the night before came to her.

That red-headed bitch...

She recalled everything.

She went to the casino to have at least a bit of consolation for her frustration.

Out of the blue, she realized something else.

Spike?

Looking around, she discovered everything's in place.

There are no more bottles scattered, the chair's properly standing, pillows and blanket stack up on top of it, and cap bottles and shattered pieces are no where to be seen.

The bed, however, he left untouched.

She touched herself and evaluated if something's aching aside from her head.

Nothing was really wrong with her except for the head.

But where's Spike?

She need not to ask the query twice. The door slowly opened and the guy came in.

Spike stood there, leaning at the back of the door.

He heard somebody moving from inside.

At last. She's awake.

Standing up, he finished the cigarette and threw it on the trashcan in between the two doors.

The incident last night crossed his mind...

'He couldn't find the key and so, he decided to leave but he wasn't allowed to.

Why?

It's because the organizers strictly forbid anyone to stay out unless with his or her partner.

They say the night should be spent beside your spouse.

That's part of their campaign for building strong family ties starting with the couple.

He stayed outside of the suite until a house cleaner came.

He asked her if there's a spare key but she said there's a problem at the reception area. The keys have been mixed up because of a simple accident.

She told him, she knows them.

They're the only couple who rented two rooms for the seminar.

Spike remembered what he replied. "The other rooms for special purposes like tonight. We just had a pretty worse quarrel."

And he smiled at her.'

Too much for a good night sleep and this seminar.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Why should everything happen to me?" he said to himself before entering the room.

Faye was just staring at him.

Her face's unreadable.

She looked away and stood up to open the window.

"Good thing you woke up. We still need to attend some seminar. And I hope you found out something about Cock."

Faye looked at him and smirked.

"Where did you sleep last night? I have the other key in my pocket. I remember seeing you but I don't know what happened exactly. "

Spike took off his coat and placed it on a chair.

Faye seems a little strange.

"You were drunk if you don't remember. I slept outside because a drunkard bounty-headed woman's already sleeping on my bed. You forgot to leave the other room's key somewhere visible. I was left with no other choice but to stay outside, rather than stay with a woman talking about another woman last night. Now, I'm not sure if she finally decided to change her gender."

Sarcasm was evident. He hadn't slept and he wasn't on the mood. But calmness was on his face.

She blinked before laughing out unexpectedly.

Huh?

Now, what's her problem?

"I think you're mad."

He waited for some violent reaction but he had none.

"Hah! Are you laughing because of the idea that you've finally recognized yourself as that belonging to the third sex?"

That did it. Faye stopped cackling and faced him with one eyebrow raised.

"Hell! What else is in your brain spike-head aside from stupid ideas? I was laughing because I was having fun imagining you crouched at my doorsteps. What room keys, anyway?"

"What a big brat! I meant the key for the other room you are supposed to occupy. This is my room, so it happens you forgot. You wasted your time drinking rather than trying to solve our case. Moreover, don't you know they have an anti-littering campaign in this hotel. You and your bad attitudes."

Spike was cold and calm but there's annoyance in his voice.

For some reasons, he couldn't even determine why Faye brings out the hell outta him.

She got hold of a pillow from the stack up on a chair and it pitched it to him. He caught it.

"You blue-headed gorgon !"

Faye came closer and pointed a finger at him.

"If I hadn't known better I'd say you've been out the whole day yesterday trying to figure out something about that stupid man with the bounty under his noses. Instead, I saw you enjoying a cup of coffee with some man with eyeglasses. Dammit! Tramp!"

He shoved her finger aside. "This is the worst idea Jet ever came up with. No man with some other choice would probably agree to this. Why didn't I think of hiding somewhere here and wait for Cock to come out and then, take him out by myself? That's much better than trying to put up with dimwitted brat, who couldn't even keep her part of the bargain."

Faye slapped him with folded blanket.

"It isn't my fault that there's no development. It's the second day and this damn whole thing's getting through my skin! So much for your wishes. You agreed with this plan because you're an imbecile and you're not in the right senses. You're such a no-good, act-like-know-better, arrogant brute!"

"Why don't you look at yourself? God must've made the worst mistake upon creating your personality. Or maybe Satan did the job for him. Maybe you're a witch before if reincarnation's true. And you're still a witch up to this moment! Why don't you just ruin someone else's life?"

Faye defiantly stared at him.

Somehow he felt something nice with her reaction. 'Must be familiarity', he just thought

"Bamboozle asshole! Dupe! Don't blame me for anything. It's your fault. If you got the key from me yesterday morn maybe you could have given stupid self a nice nap. Come to think of it, maybe you did it on purpose but because I got drunk, your plan backfired. Mule-headed, dimwit!"

It was his turn to shout at her.

"I would never even think of anything close to your suspicion. I'm not the desperate type. Besides, I'm not the suicidal kind! And stop calling me names. That's blasphemy!"

They were shouting at each other and not even the bright morning could ease their hot heads.

Spike comb his hand through his hair. This is exasperating!

"We should worry about Stephen Cock and his partner and not about each other. So, will you quit barking?!"

She glowered at him. "You're the one who started bawling, Spiky!"

He had enough. "In the first place y –"

Before he could finish his words, the door banged open and two chambermaids stood by the doorway with the guy he met yesterday.

That's Wayne.

"What's happening?"

Unexpectedly, Faye burst out crying.

"You jerk! How could you forget it was our anniversary yesterday? I waited for you last night but you went back almost at midnight. How could you disregard our special day?" she blurted out with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Faye?

"It was?" He was too dumbfounded that by the abrupt act she put up that he didn't absorb the situation they're in.

Faye sharply glanced his way.

"I mean it w-was! I'm sorry I forgot."

She blubbered louder. "Sorry? That's all you can say? Oh... no! How could you do this to me, Spike?"

"Hey, say, we could do it today."

A fierce look was on her face.

"What's with you? Where did you ever got the idea that anniversary can shift dates? What could I expect? All you know is about gun, outer space, bou – "

Her eyes grew wide as Spike covers her mouth.

The warmth of his lips made her shiver in a positive way.

Little electrical tremors quiver something in her.

She closed her eyes and opened them upon hearing Spike's calm voice.

"A wife doesn't usually yell at her husband just because he forgot their anniversary. And yes, events such as that can be shifted." He whispered enough only for her to hear.

Faye blinked, still dazed.

"Now, am I forgiven?" His voice was so sweet and sincere.

Deep inside she wished it's real.

"Y-yes..."

The sound of clapping made her remember the persons at their doorsteps.

"What a scene? Ain't that cute? I went here to check on you, Spike, and lucky for me I witnessed a sweet scene."

A big grin's playing on Wayne's face. While, the two chambermaids stood there smiling.

They left after a few seconds. The two ladies, apologizing for the interruption and Wayne reminding him about the convention at 9am and that he'll introduce his wife later.

Wayne just passed by the corridor and joined in with the maids when they heard the yells and bawls; he said.

They were left alone again, with Spike still holding Faye's hand.

She separated from his hold and started to walk to the door.

"Where are you going?" the voice was still calm but the sweetness had wandered off.

She eyed him and then shook his hand off. "This isn't my room. I mistook it as mine last night because they look the same. Now, I'm going to the other room to clean myself and get dresses. We have an event to attend."

There's no clue of whatever strange thing she's feeling. Just simple statements.

He let her walk away.

After she left, Spike took a seat. In his mind Faye's face bothers him.

Faye Valentine...

He took out a stick of cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

I should try to be kinder to her.

Faye...

He stood in front of Faye's door.

He turned around, closed his eyes, and sighed.

Absentmindedly, he turned around and knocked. His fist, however did not land on something hard. Instead, it subtly hit Faye's nose.

He lowered his hand and stood in front of her.

She smiled at him thinly, and reached for his tie.

"You're old enough to fight some bad guys, but you can't even wear your tie properly. Dimwit."

Spike let her fix it. He was in no mood to argue, contradict, or quarrel with her.

When Faye was through with it, they left the floor together.

"So, what really happened to you yesterday?" Spike asked her before entering the elevator.

And as they ride the elevator six floors down to the ground floor, she narrated the whole story without hesitation.

It's different talking to her this way... but it feels alright.

So, that's the chap something started between the two. Well, sometimes things just happen, because the characters realized some views, or... because the writer got tired of them always heating up an argument and decided it's time for some adjustments.

He! He! He! :-P

Be patient please... Minnh is really a busy person. Swear!

The next chaps are coming. It's 2 in the morning and I just wanna be through all this so I could start take a nap.