A/N: I've been trying to write this since last night so I hope you enjoy!

Jet stretched his hands behind his head as he listened to the headboard of Spike and Faye's bed bang up against the wall as the couple had, or at least what sounded like, very rough sex. He was sleeping on the couch tonight, despite Camilla's begging him not to. Though he loved Camilla with all of his heart, he had begun to ponder life without her. How different it would be. How much more free he could be. He roughly shook his head to rid his mind of the thought.

The door to Spike and Faye's room opened to reveal a very sweaty and out of breathe Faye. Her violet hair looked like a haystack on the top of her head and her body looked very red and blotchy. She was wearing Spike's yellow undershirt and a pair of his polka dotted boxers.

"Oh, hey Jet." She said as she walked into the kitchen, just noticing his presence.

"Hi, Faye." Jet groaned back, staring at the ceiling.

"What are you doing in here?" Faye poured herself a glass of water, breathing a lot slower so that it didn't seem as if she were out of breath (though she very much was).

"Oh…just….thinking." He responded, not knowing what to say.

"'Bout what?" Faye walked over to the couch as Jet moved his legs to give her some room.

Jet sighed and held his head with his hands. Faye nodded, realizing what he was thinking about. She placed her hand on his large shoulder.

"Jet, Camilla is pregnant. She's going to be tough to get along with for a pretty long time. You've just got to be able to deal with it."

Jet slowly looked at Faye. "This is all the time, though. I'm beginning to regret our marriage."

"Don't say that!"

"I am." Jet sat up, keeping his eyes on his friend. "I don't know what else to do. I'm just becoming increasingly depressed."

The two jumped apart at the sound of a door opening then closing. Spike suddenly appeared at the doorway. Shirtless, wearing only cloth pants with an untied red tie, a lighted cigarette in hand and leaning along the side of the doorway.

"What's goin' on, old man?"

Faye gave her partner a serious look. "Honey, seriously."

Spike sluggishly walked over to the couch and flopped onto the chair next to it. "What's wrong this time? Wait. Don't tell me. It's Camilla, isn't it?" Spike began to laugh as he took a drag from his cancer stick.

"SPIKE!" Faye yelled sternly at the playful bounty hunter.

Spike shrugged innocently. "What? It's always Camilla!"

"Spike, you're not helping." Faye responded angrily.

"No, he's right." Jet said, shaking his head. "I don't know what I'm gonna do because….we're always fighting lately."

"I know!" Spike leaned in closely towards Jet. "What were you thinking when you married her?"

"ENOUGH!!" Faye yelled to the top of her lungs while staring at her laughing boyfriend.

Spike's smile immediately turned down into a frown as her glanced at Faye. "What's the deal, Faye?"

"Don't you see that he's destressed? You're making it worse!"

"Shit, no I'm not! Jet knows that Camilla can be a pain in the ass, right?"

"Don't answer that, Jet." Faye told her friend as she stood and walked back into she and Spike's room.

"FAYE!" Spike called after his girlfriend, following her to their room. As he got there, she slammed the door directly in his face and locked it.

Spike sighed, shook his head and started towards the living room. "I guess we're roomies tonight, eh?"

"Ha. You'll be sleepin' on the floor then, roomie."

Spike groaned.

"Here's a pillow." Jet threw a soft white pillow at Spike's tired face.

Spike was suddenly awaken by the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits. He shot up form his pillow from the floor, his hair a messy mass of green. "Who's cookin'?"

"Me." Camilla answered from the kitchen. "I just wanted to apologize to Jet for acting the way I acted yesterday."

Spike stood up and walked to the kitchen, his hands on his bony hips. "Well, well, well. Cookin' for the old man. Say, where is the geezer anyways?"

Camilla looked up from the skillet she was scrambling eggs from. "Hmm. I don't know. Maybe he went somewhere with Faye."

"Faye's gone, too?!" Spike responded, outraged.

"Well, she wasn't in her room." Camilla returned her eyes back to the skillet.

Spike ran out of the kitchen and into he and Faye's room. The bed was unmade and Faye's pajamas lied out in the middle of the floor. She wasn't in.

"You've gotta give Camilla a chance. I know she's hot headed but...you fell in love with her because of the way she is."

"I fell for her because of the way she WAS. I don't know this woman that she's turned into...and frankly I don't like her."

Faye and Jet were sitting in front of an abandoned bridge that sat upon the ocean. Across from them was a huge city.

"I mean you and Spike have the kind of love that people live for. The kind of love that people envy." Jet shyly looked at his huge hands. "That's what I want with Camilla."

"You already have it, Jet. Spike and I don't have a flawless relationship. We get in fights all the time."

"But always make up.....and everyone in the house can hear it."

Faye giggled and looked down at her hands. "Sorry about that. But all I'm saying is that you should really give Cam a chance."

"I've given her chances. I guess I can try again." Jet glanced at Faye. "You know, Spike is perhaps the luckiest man in the universe."

Faye looked back at Jet and giggled. "Why do you say that?"

Jet sighed. "He's got you."

He moved in closer towards Faye, who wasn't moving at all but staring at Jet as if she feared him. He touched her chin with his hand, pushing it up and making their lips touch. Jet darted his tongue in and out of Faye's orifice as she hushly moaned inside his mouth.

Immediately, the two seperated from each other as if they'd been struck by lightening.

"Faye, I'm sorry, I --"

"No, no. Don't be. I -- I think we'd better go home." Faye stood, starting towards her ship.

Jet watched as Faye piled into her ship. He sighed, then marched to his.

A/N: WOOOOOOOOOOAH...OKAY lol....Did Faye --- ?... Did Jet --- ?....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....next chapter will be up soon!!