"Oi Freya! Ya-ya!" Faye called after her friend. Faye had just arrived on earth to visit her friend. She dragged Spike along and to Spike's utmost dismay, Vicious too. The Swordfish and Vicious' Black Hawk landed not too long after Faye hopped out her craft dragging her duffle bag calling for the butler.

Freya strolled out of the French Italian villa. Her family descendents had managed to keep that much intact after the gate accident. One of Freya's hands held steadfast to her large sun hat, and she had shorts on with a halter top. She strolled across the lawn bare foot and stopped in front of Faye.

"'Owdy partner!" Freya laughed as a middle aged man came out waving.

"Hello Ms. Valentine. I don't suppose you remember me. I was just eight when we first met!" the man chuckled. His deep brown eyes glazed over as he remembered how Faye was then, and how much she hadn't changed.

"Liam! Oh my! I see you're not as bratty as you were then!" Faye hugged him.

Vicious and Spike were in the far ground, both men leaning against their zip craft waiting to be introduced. Freya hadn't paid attention long enough to notice Vicious was there. She turned to get back into the house and out of the sun when Faye jumped.

"I have a surprise! You were so distracted I bet you didn't even know it!" Faye smiled and then pulled Vicious to the forefront. The two stared at each other. Vicious smiled attempting to make the mood lighter but Freya had something else moving on her mind as her brows furrowed.

"See! I told it would be o-!" Faye stopped as a little figure darted out. "kay-!"

"Mama! Mama! Qiu est-ce?" The little boy tugged on Freya's shorts while pointing to Spike. The little boy of three had pale hair, curly like his mother's, a butter pecan tan, and steel lavender eyes with flecks of violet.

"Ssh… Belliah. That is you're godfather. Ondulez bonjour ou donnez- un coup de piedle dans le shin. Your pick!" Freya picked him up and smiled. Her eyes failed to lock gazes with Vicious. Neither could she with Spike, whose cigarette had now fallen out of his mouth. It was news to him that he was a godfather let alone Freya had a kid.

"Freya I'm so sorry! I forgot-!" Faye started but Freya held up here hand.

"It's ok. He was bound to find out at some point."

"Mama? You said that father would not be joining us any time soon. How come he is here now?" Belliah spoke with a French accent, still scrutinizing Vicious.

"That I did, Bell. But your Godmother and your father has taken it upon themselves to pop into life for a surprise hello. All we can do now is greet them."

Belliah stared into his mother's eyes for a moment then launched himself into Vicious's arms. His unknown father looked a Freya unsure of what to do or say and she just turned and beckoned them into the house.

Spike watched how Freya distanced herself from Vicious. He took note of how she busied herself with something as soon as Vicious walked into the room. Freya rarely looked Vicious in the eyes and when she did it was for a brief moment. Spike himself made no move to associate with Vicious simply because…only Faye, Liam and Belliah made an effort to make Vicious part of the gang. Spike however, knew that when Vicious was good and ready he would corner Freya when she was least ready for it. So far, Freya had done an excellent job in making sure Vicious hadn't gotten that opportunity.

Faye watched how shifty Freya was around Vicious. Freya would twirl the edge of her hair. She would chew the inside of her lip. Sometimes she would suddenly remember something that needed to be done when he walked into a room. Then there was the one time Vicious, Freya, Faye, and Belliah were in the room together. The little boy was playing with his toys with his father, and Freya had been chatting rather anxiously with Faye. Freya pulled her lip in at her moment of thought and accidentally bit down too hard. The two laughed and Vicious looked up. While Freya wiped away some of the blood Vicious took her hand, licked the blood off her finger, took Freya's chin in his hand as thought to kiss her, then inches from her face pulls a handkerchief with the next and wipes the rest away. Freya's body was so tense that she almost came across like a doll. A deep chuckle reverberated from the male's throat as he pulled away and returned to his son who sat waiting unusually patiently.

Spike knew Vicious had been testing Freya. Know Vicious knew for sure he had Freya's complete control of emotions because of the silence between them. Unbeknownst to Spike, Faye secretly hoped this would never happen between her and Spike. In fact, she hope that if the two were to have a child she would be able to tell him before shit hit the fan. The weariness was irking Freya to an extent and she was always on her guard. The time would be near when he cornered her. Freya knew it too, so she spent more time outside the house.

Freya was irritated. Her heels clicked on the back stone path as she walked out the back way of the house. Through the garden she ventured after tucking little Belliah to bed. No way in hell was she staying home tonight. Vicious had been popping up more and more in almost ever place either before she got there or after. That morning, he came waltzing out of the master bath…her bath… as soon as she was about to step in. Huh uh- no way in hell.

Freya twirled her zip craft key around her finger. She could see the edge of the garden her ticket to freedom for now. Almost there…a little further…Then a figure appeared in the moonlight. Freya stopped as it came closer. The pale hair glowed in the moonlight and once again Freya's confidence crumbled. She took a half step back as Vicious stopped before her. Then she blossomed a smile to kill the world with kindness.

"Vicious… I thought you went to bed."

"Bet you would…" Vicious smirked and kept walking right past her. Freya fell to her knees and gasped for air. Vicious looked over his shoulder at his affect on her.

"If you aren't feeling well you should go to bed Freya, instead of going off gallivanting." He kept walking. Freya whirled on him.

"Why did you come! Why!" her mounting frustration was going to break right here. Vicious said nothing he just opened the back door into darkness.

"Vicious! Argh!" guess her frustration would have to be for another night.

Faye heard the scene from her balcony window. She knew Freya well enough to say that her time to explode would more than likely be the next day. Vicious would probably get hit in the process. Freya never stopped to think when her emotions ran high as such. Then it dawned on Faye that that was exactly what Vicious was hoping for. So when Freya started to vent, she would say everything else she was thinking as well as what was in her heart towards Vicious so nothing would be left behind. Faye smiled; Vicious sure knew how to press Freya's buttons.

Faye walked to Spike's door and sighed. Before she could knock Vicious came by. He took one look at the female, made two bangs on Spikes door and walked off with just a message.

"Get laid… There ain't much else to do tonight." Vicious went into his room and closed the door just as Spike opened his.

"What? Faye? What happened?"

"Spike…" Get laid…there ain't much else to do tonight. Faye pushed pass Spike into the room.

"Faye!" he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. "What's-!"

She shoved Spike against the wall. She kissed him. There first official kiss since they started dating. Faye pulled back suddenly. God Damn! Thought Spike. Faye thought about taking advice from Vicious… Was she gullible or what. She turned to leave when Spike pulled her back.

"You can't start something then not want to finish it…" Spike hoisted Faye up against the wall. She moaned and his tongue tangled with hers. He traced a hand up her arm and another under her shirt…she wasn't wearing a bra. Faye felt Spike smirk as she responded to him tweaking her nipple. Faye gasped as Spike's kisses traced down the side of her neck. More, more…she wanted more. Faye launched her body against Spike but he pinned her against the wall again.

"Spike…"she gasped. Spike pulled Faye's night shirt completely off. Faye suddenly felt vulnerable and moved to cover herself. Spike grabbed the females arm and captured her lips again. Reassuring her there was nothing to be ashamed of… Then again, a man is never finds flaw when he's about to get laid. Spike tucked one hand over Faye's breast and the other slid down between her legs. Faye went weak in the knees and Spike ended up supporting her. Her moaning became more persistent, the bucking of her hips became fierce when Spike's fingers shifted inside of her. Faye pulled away from the kiss, gasping loudly, breathing heavily.

"Spike!" she moaned, "ah- ah!" she was exasperated as she came. Spike eased her to the floor. He pulled his fingers out of her and licked them. He grinned goofily. Spike pressed one finger against Faye's lips as she gasped for breath. She licked for the first time tasting what she was like. Faye impatiently tugged away at Spike's boxers. He allowed her the leeway for the moment then pushed her back down before she could see what her prize was. Faye groaned in impatience until she felt a sharp force enter her. Automatically she arched her back to fit his form. Spike slowly pumped in and out of the female beneath him. Faye began to dig her nails into his shoulders and in Spike's waist. She wanted more, she wanted hard, she wanted faster. Faye begged, but Spike didn't give in. This was his time, his moment, he would control it to the very end…well, at least until he couldn't hold onto his self control.

Faye buried her face in Spike's shoulder as her pleas became louder. Spike was now joining her in the noise. How long before he would full out fuck her… Then, the last thing Spike had expected to drive him over the edge happened. Faye sank her teeth into the flesh near his collarbone. That jolt forced Spike to pin Faye's wrists to the floor with one hand and brace her with the next. He increased his speed and Faye's vaginal walls constricted around his member. Spike drove on forcefully. Faye couldn't tell ceiling from floor. She had almost given up on the day that Spike would drive her over the edge like this. Faye's hips began to rapidly move in time with Spike's. His grip was weakening. That was a sure sign that he would be coming soon. Faye took the opportunity to grab him closer to her. Spike grunted as his climax grew nearer. Just a little farther- his body drove on. As if an earthquake hit the two's cries pierced the night. Spike collapsed on to of Faye, who fully welcomed his body.

After a few minutes Spike picked Faye's body up and took her to the bed. Faye sighed as she settled in. She turned to face the male she had just given herself to. She studied him. Finally, Spike looked down at her questioningly but she just smiled and closed her eyes. Spike sighed, lit a cigarette, and wrapped his free are around his woman.

Freya had been out all night and all day. She called Liam earlier that morning to tell him she had business but would be home to make dinner. Belliah was to be sent over to the neighbor's for a party. Freya landed her zip craft at that evening as the sky turned orange. She ran her plan thru her head. Get dinner cooking, have it done and eaten with the others, and go to bed. A day at the spa eased her nerves a little now she was ready to face the others. Breathe…breathe…Breathing was killing her slowly.

She hoped out of the craft and sauntered up to the back door. It would be nice to have dinner in the gazebo tonight… Freya thought. The female went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner. Faye came in realizing that she smelled the pork in the oven. Freya looked at her friend as if she had lost her mind. Faye was bouncing from left to right, smiling and humming, till Freya shooed her out of the kitchen. Telling the female companion to go away until she got her head out of the clouds.

Freya grinned at how things turned out for Spike and Faye. I guess it was better for someone to have fun since this would be their last night spent here. The female began to cut the potatoes to throw in the pot. On her third slice, she felt smooth skin on the crook of her neck. A pale cheek rubbed against her own as a solid body pressed against her own. Freya tensed and fixed a vice grip on the knife. His white hair tickled her neck as his lips brushed her earlobe.

"How long will we play cat and mouse?" Vicious whispered.

"About as long as we choose to continue!" Freya swiped the knife at the male who caught her wrist. Vicious smiled. This was the woman he knew. Always acting as though everything was alright so that the world wouldn't be weighed down by her woes. This was the Freya he loved, the one who didn't collapse because of guilt and weakness.

"But why, Freya? Why continue to do this?"

"Well if you would stop chasing me then I'd quite being the mouse." She dropped the knife and caught it with her following hand and swung again. This time Vicious swiped her leg and Freya fell on her back. In that instant she grasped him for support and he came down with her. Freya growled but there was nothing she could do. The knife had already sprawled across the floor and Vicious was quite enjoying her annoyance.

"If you weren't running away to begin with then maybe I wouldn't have to take the bait…"

"What did you expect! I would stay and suffer a slow torture! Especially after…af- after," Freya's voice was breaking already. It was infuriating her! "After you and Julia! You honestly think I was going to stay and be the woman on the side! I wasn't dumb Vicious! We all lived in the same house God Damn it! Then I got pregnant and I – I didn't think you would give a rat's ass about the kid…Besides do you honestly think the embryo would live through all the experiments I had to endure…" Freya was biting her lip again but this time the tears came. "Get off of me Vicious. I have dinner to finish."

Vicious loosened his grip on the woman beneath him but he did not get up. "You bolted because you underestimated me. Maybe you are as dense as all the other capo's women. You should have known there was nothing to Julia or else I wouldn't have wasted my time with you. I would have not had the Doctor's life spared for his carelessness in letting you slip away. I would not have spent a year and a half looking for you." Vicious pulled Freya to her feet. He turned away from her but did not walk away, he just lit a cigarette. Freya stretched her hand to touch his shoulder but retracted it. She understood. Vicious' pride had been hurt, lest he would never admit it. Maybe she was as dumb as the rest. Regardless of what went on between them, they were still linked by their child. No matter how much she would try to deny Vicious her constant reminder would always be Belliah.

A thought suddenly struck Freya like a brick. Vicious was risking his position- the thing he wanted the most- to maintain a relationship with her. Freya walked around Vicious and stood before him.

"I'm Sorry…so we made mistakes, but don't push the blame entirely on me because I chose to bolt before I got hurt any further than I already was." She walked away and resumed with cutting the potatoes. Vicious waited until she was done before making a move. Freya stood stirring the pot when she felt Vicious rest his head on her shoulder and hug her around the middle.

"You were really going to stab me, weren't you...?"

Freya laughed till tears began to form again. "Well what do you expect when your opposite doubts whether she knows you or not…it's only natural when there is a lot of things we don't say to each other. Besides, I knew you were going to dodge them."

"What the hell do you mean? I almost didn't see that second one coming!" he sighed. "See you at the dinner table…"