A/N: Hello, again! This chaper MIGHT not be that good...ya see, there's alot going on with me right now. Graduation exams, my uncle fell ill and is in the hospital in critical condition and I'm just really stressed. I also got a little writer's block in the middle of writing this so yeah...Enjoy what I have, anyways...HAPPY READING! Oh, and flashbacks are in italics!

When trouble falls upon me like rain,
When the world becomes one big cold and lonely place,
You carry me through,
From dreary skies the sun breaks through.

Her voice haunted him. All he could think of was her voice. Her beautiful face. The tragedy she'd been through. The kiss.

It was the morning after. Spike lay shirtless on his bed, his hands behind his head watching the ceiling, thinking about her. At the same time, he had a reputation to uphold. The only women he fell for was Julia. And she would be the last.

He admitted to himself that Julia did him wrong by having an affair with Vicious Napier behind his back. But his love for her was never eliminated. He loved her now the same way he did when he first met her.

Spike was hurriedly walking to his manager's office while talking to his agent on his cell phone while also texting a girl he was currently seeing.

"I'm not doing that!"

"But Spike, why? It's a good movie!"

"Two gay cowboys? What do I look like? Hold on, one sec. Nicole just texted me."

"Ugh…why don't you just let that girl go…she-"

BAM!

"Oh no! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" The woman Spike bumped into was hysterical, immediately on the ground, picking up the, what seemed like, hundreds of fabrics that the collision made her drop.

"No…no…it was……me…" Spike slowly responded as he glanced at the woman's face. She was probably the most gorgeous woman Spike laid his eyes on. Her wide, cerulean blue eyes. He ruby red lips. Her long, thick, blonde hair. Her peach complexion.

The woman looked up and Spike and smiled, tucking her long blonde hair around her ear. "I'm so sorry. I must be keeping you from somewhere important."

"No…no… really you're not. It was actually……a pleasure bumping into you."

With only one fabric left on the ground, they both reached for it at the same time, his hand landing on hers. Both slowly looked at each other, blushing the color of ripe apples. Spike took the woman's hand and patiently helped her stand.

"I'm Spi-"

"I know who you are." The woman cut him off, smiling. "Sexiest man alive." She began laughing, as he blushed and gave her a boyish smile. "I'm Julia MacFadden. I'm a fashion designer. I'm actually headed to a show now."

"Really….? Where is it?"

"At the Wilshire building. It starts at 8, tonight."

"Oh okay," Spike nodded, not being able to get over how beautiful she was. "I'll be there." He smiled at her.

Julia smiled back, looking down at her feet, a little embarrassed. "Well, I've gotta get going." Julia began to continue forward to her destination.

"Julia, wait…."

She stopped in her tracks, loving the sound of her name against his voice. "Yes…" She slowly turned to face him once more.

"I never got your phone number."

Julia gave Spike her award-winning smile and walked closer to him, giving him the 10-digit number.

From then on, Spike and Julia were the biggest couple in Hollywood, doing interviews together, going on television and telling how much they loved the other. After six months of dating, the two cohabitated, finding a beautiful penthouse in on the top of a 22-story apartment. Spike and Julia would call this 'home' for a year and a half.

"Tomorrow, I start shooting 'Nostalgia'." Spike sat on the living room couch, comfortably dressed in a A-shirt and black athletic pants, and reading the script for 'Nostalgia.'

Julia was finishing up cleaning the kitchen. "Oh, I'd love to! I've never been on the set of a movie with you before." She threw the rag she used to wipe down the counters in the sink and walked over to her partner, curling up under the couch with him.

"What time you gotta be there?"

"Eh…probably around 7 AM."

"That early!" Julia pulled away from Spike, looking at him as if he were nuts.

Spike laughed. "Hey, that's actually pretty late! I usually have to be on the set at 4 AM."

Julia looked curled back up under Spike. "So I guess, we've gotta get to sleep." Julia looked up at Spike. Spike placed his finger, gently, under her chin and pulled her face closer to him, tenderly kissing her soft lips. Julia giggled as their faces separated.

"What was that for?"

"For being everything I've ever wanted in someone."

Julia smiled and pulled Spike in for another consuming kiss.

The next morning, Spike and Julia were wide awake on the set of 'Nostalgia'.

"Oh, Spike," Julia said, looking up at the set and all the equipment that surrounded her. "This is amazing."

"Eh, it's alright."

"Spike! Good to see ya!" Vicious Napier, visionary director of 'Nostalgia' came out of nowhere from the set, looking more handsome than he usually did. Julia immediately snapped her attention to the good-looking, white haired director.

"Vicious! How's life?"

Vicious quickly caught Julia's eye. When her flawless blonde hair and deep blue eyes hit the sun, it seemed as if the earth moved.

"And who's this?" Vicious curiously asked, stepping closer to the beautiful fashion designer.

"Oh. Vicious, this is my girlfriend, Julia MacFadden."

"It's a PLEASURE." Vicious took Julia's small, soft hand in his and laid a gentle kiss on it, making her hair leap.

"Vicious, where's the snack bar? I'm starving!"

"Oh, it's…it's over by the extra's wardrobes." Vicious said, not taking his eyes off of Julia, who was also staring at him.

Spike ran off in a desperate search to find the snack bar, leaving Vicious and Julia by themselves.

"Julia…" Vicious stepped so close to Julia that their noses were touching. "You are the most…beautiful creature…I've ever seen."

Julia stared into his eyes, impressed and completely in love. A different kind of love. REAL love.

"Thank….you…." She closed her eyes and gravitated towards him.

Just when the two's lips were about to touch, Spike returned from the snack bar cradling two jelly donuts, a cup of orange juice and a bagel.

"Here, Julia. I brought you a bagel since you like 'em so much."

"No, it's okay." Julia kept her eyes on Vicious as he silently crept away to eliminate suspicion.

"But I thought you…"

"No, I said." Julia walked away, in search for Vicious' trailer.

Finally finding Vicious' trailer, Julia, first, knocked on the door. When no one answered, she walked in, finding Vicious on his small loveseat, watching the ceiling.

"Well, Mr. Napier, shouldn't you be giving directions to your cast?"

Vicious quickly sat up as he watched the woman he was currently thinking about, enter his trailer.

"I'm so jealous." Vicious sat up and turned his gaze to the floor.

"Why?" Julia ran to his side, sitting beside him on the couch.

Vicious looked up at Julia, a longing look on his face. "Because Spike has you. And, frankly….I want you."

Julia was taken aback by his bluntness, but also relieved. She returned quietly, "I want you, too."

With that, Vicious pulled Julia in with a soothing, soft kiss, making her soul melt. They fell on the couch, quickly fumbling with each other's clothes. Before they knew it, they were on the carpet of Vicious' trailer making passionate love, knowing that they could never find something or someone else better than each other.

Vicious and Julia began having a wild and well-kept secret affair after that. Though, others on the set of 'Nostalgia' suspected something going on between the two, Spike would brush off the rumors, insisting that he and Julia were in love and that their love couldn't be found elsewhere. With the rumors beginning to spin out of control, Spike confronted his love with the accusations one night at their alluring penthouse.

Julia was in the kitchen, quietly making dinner while Spike was sitting on the couch, his navy blue suit still on.

"Julia," He looked over to the love of his life, not wanting to spew the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Yes, darling?" She responded, not looking up from what she was doing.

"A....are you having an affair with Vicious?" Spike walked into the kitchen and stood in front of the fridge.

Julia halted everything she was doing and slowly looked up at Spike. "Uh…"

"JULIA………………!!!" Spike slapped his hands onto his face walking out of the kitchen and beginning to pace in the living room.

"I….uh……I'm sorry, Spike but…I am… I can't….I can't lie to you any longer." Julia walked out of the kitchen and looked at Spike.

Spike walked over to the couch, his entire body collapsing as his hurtfully rested his elbows on his knees and covered his face with this hands. Julia ran over to Spike's side rubbing his shoulders. Spike flinched at her touch.

"Don't touch me." He uncovered his face. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was flush.

"Spike, don't…"

"Two years, Julia. TWO YEARS!"

"I…I love him…." She whispered.

Spike's eyes grew twice their size. "You…you….love him?"

Julia looked up at her partner, a single tear tracing down her face as she nodded and replied, "Yes."

Spike sat back down beside Julia, defeated.

"And…I'm just…no longer happy with you…I'm sorry….I've found happiness with Vicious…and….and I wanna be with him."

Spike could not believe what he was hearing. The love of his life was just telling him that the only way she could be happy again was to get away from him. He loved her. He absolutely loved her. And he wanted her to be happy.

Spike placed his hand upon Julia's. Julia looked up at him with hope. "I love you. And I just want you to be happy. So…if being with him is what makes you happy, do it."

Julia weakly smiled at him and stood up, heading for the guest room, rather than the room she shared with Spike. Spike stayed in the living room the entire rest of the night, crying his soul out.

The very next day, Julia only took the things she could carry and left to move in with Vicious. Before leaving, she gave Spike, who was sleeping on the couch, a loving kiss on the cheek, hoping that he could always remember the memories they shared together. Quietly, she left, knowing that her new hope would be happier than the one she was in.

Spike moved out of the penthouse and into a regular apartment with his best friend and bodyguard, Jet Black, just a week after Julia left him. Jet immediately noticed the drastic change in behavior of his friend, coming to the point where he hated Julia for changing the man Spike used to be.

Jet and Spike were coming home after one of Spike's photocalls when:

'Fashion designer, Julia MacFadden and film director, Vicious Napier, have been killed in a plane crash. The two were, reportedly, flying to the Bahamas' to get married. Both were 26.'

Jet and Spike looked at each other. Spike shrugged it off, thinking to himself, it serves them right, but also at the same time, thinking about the memories that he and Julia shared and that she was completely gone. That officially killed his spirit.

Spike was aware that he was known as the 'walking dead man' of Hollywood and that NO WOMAN on the face of the earth could tame him like Julia did. But with Faye – was all this changing? Was his reputation beginning to dissipate following him meeting this woman? Never. He couldn't fall for Faye nor begin to have feelings for her. He would never let it happen. Even if the only way was to ignore her and pretend he never met her.

A/N: Not THAT good, right? Eh, I know. But I promise the next chapter will be awesome...tootles!