Predictable

Prelude:

Faye Valentine had just hit two striking realizations, one, the diary in which she kept her secrets was being stolen and two, this was the beginning of their end. Faye laid on her bed mulling over the past months. How did I get myself into this mess?

She damn well knew how and she damn well knew when it started. To Faye's utmost dismay, it was because of him why she felt this way.

"Why Spike? Why'd you do this to me? Have I done you so much wrong that you betray me for her? Was I not beautiful enough for you?" Faye asked, letting out a dry laugh at the invisible Spike upon the ceiling.

"Of course, Spike, I'm not blonde and caring, apparently not conservative sexy, and…" she paused dramatically, "not a traitor who leaves you to die heartbroken!" Faye spat angrily as she flung herself off her bed to answer the door.

"WHAT?" she growled as she flung open the door.

"No need to bitch woman I just wanted to see if you were alright. You've been in there for three days now." stated a baffled Spike as he stood by the door.

Faye stood there staring at him, something hurt within her so much, that she didn't want to see his face. She wouldn't tell him that though. Faye looked away smirked and shook her head and looked back at Spike's beautiful brown eyes. I love you Spike. Faye opened her mouth but the words never came out. She smiled at him and retorted:

"I'm-fine-good-bye-!" as she went to slam the door but Spike stopped it.

"If- if this is about Julia… I… had no idea she was going to turn up, Faye. Let alone be on the Bebop… Faye…" he trailed off.

Faye stood there staring at Spike. She blinked…

"Faye?" she repeated, "Faye what?" Her expression was completely blank besides the quirked eyebrow. As far as she was concerned Spike should have nothing to say to her.

"What?" he asked.

"You ended with 'Faye' where is the rest of you sentence?" she retorted gingerly, her facial expressions still blank.

Spike dropped his head in his hand, sighing, leaving one arm leaning against the door post.

"Look, don't make this harder than it already is." He said.

"Don't make what hard?" Something snapped in Faye's head. Three days ago this same Valentine, yelled and screamed, cried and batted angrily at that one cowboy about unfairness. But strangely enough she now turns back into the room feeling calmer than ever before. She felt it, Spike felt it… and he was growing tense.

Spike had expected Faye to basically spit fire, bitch and complain, become emotional, like the days before. Yes, he wasn't one to give into shit about emotions, but at least he was prepared for that. Not calm, understanding Faye. She was beginning to make him feel self conscious.

Spike noticed Faye kept pulling out her belongings. What's going on? Faye pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans, emerald green boots and halter top, complete with green feather earrings and a patterned head scarf. She then stepped right pass Spike, and onward to the bathroom.

"Are you going somewhere?" he asked.

"Gee, brown eyes, you actually paid enough attention to me to figure that out. I'm actually worthy of such glory." her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Faye-"he started but was cut off by the slamming of the bathroom door. Both Faye and Spike stood on opposite sides of the door wondering how all this shit got started. And it began like this…

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