A/N: Okay, This one is a pretty short chapter but it shows the --- oh, I'll just let you read it! Tootles!

A month had passed by quickly. Spike and Faye seemed to be going strong, announcing their relationship to the world and even attending events together. Their careers were going great as well. Spike's film, The Unborn, had been hailed as one of the year's best action movies, garnering him much attention. Faye's concert ended up being one of the most successful of the year, being attended by millions of fans and fellow celebrities.

Though Jet was still Spike's best friend and bodyguard, Faye and Eunice hadn't talked since that fatal night when Faye walked out on her. They both desperately wanted to talk to each other, even though neither would make the first move. Eunice was still Faye's agent, communicating by mail or e-mail.

Faye was in the kitchen, watching Oprah from the bar and eating a huge bowl of popcorn. "Oooh…So THAT can stimulate a guy, too…Welp. Gotta use that on Spike."

BAM…

The door swung open to reveal a red faced Spike. His navy blue jacket was nowhere in sight. His tie was undone and he was unbuttoning his yellow undershirt.

"Hi, sweetie. What's wro-"

BAM! The door slammed shut. Spike flopped onto the couch as he struggled with his buttons.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, Faye."

Faye put her bowl of popcorn on the counter, walked out of the kitchen and into the den, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch so that she was face to face with her boyfriend.

"Faye, don't sit on the coffee table." Spike said, irritated and still struggling with his button.

"Spike, baby, what's wrong?"

"Didn't I just tell you that I didn't want to talk about it?! And would you get off of the coffee table?"

Faye was flabbergasted. "No." She said, crossing her arms over her chest and swinging one leg over the other. "Now, tell me what's wrong."

Spike sighed, leaning down and resting his elbows on his knees. "My agent wants me to do a musical."

"Oh, that's great." Faye said, clapping her hands together.

Spike looked at her as if she had two heads. "Me? A musical?"

"Well, why don't you just get out of it?"

"Then, I'll have to go to court. Then, it'll be a big ass mess. I'm just really pissed off."

"Oh, honey." Faye hugged Spike around his neck. "Don't worry. You'll get everything straightened out."

"What's for dinner?" He asked, looking up at her.

Faye pulled away from Spike. "You know I don't cook."

Spike chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't understand this. We've been living together for a fucking month and you can't even cook us a decent meal? If Julia were here, she'd have been had dinner and dessert already set out for me."

His words were daggers, striking her every which way with her unable to move. He'd just compared her to Julia – again. For the first time since last month. Her heart sunk as she watched him shake his head.

"I – I'm sorry. I thought you were okay with it."

"I have no choice, huh?" Spike stood up and left the room, going into his bedroom.

As Faye watched him leave, her heart began to feel more and more heavy.

The next morning, Spike woke up to the sound of burnt bacon. He looked to his left, then his right. Faye was nowhere to be found. He immediately got up from his bed, yelling her name as loud as he could.

"FAYE! FAYE!"

"YES?"

"FAYE!"

"WHAT?!" Faye stood in the kitchen, naked, only wearing a tiny apron that she found in the pantry.

"What the hell are you doing? This house is FILLED with SMOKE!" Spike yelled over the now-blaring smoke alarm. He immediately grabbed some papers that were on the coffee table and began to fan the smoke alarm. When it finally shut off, he turned his gaze to Faye.

"Faye, what are you doing??"

Faye stood in the kitchen, now seeming innocent and shy. "I..I just wanted to make you breakfast to show you that I can cook."

Spike looked her up and down. His lips finally cracked into a smile.

"Bon appétit!" Faye said, setting Spike's plate at the dining room table. Spike looked at the black bacon, the thick scrambled eggs and dark brown biscuits with disgust. Faye stood next to him with anticipation.

"How is it?"

Spike slowly looked up at Faye. "You…want me to try it now? With you….standing there?"

Faye nodded quickly with a bright smile.

Slowly, Spike tasted the rock hard bacon, immediately gagging after swallowing it.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is this shit?"

"It's bacon, sweetheart!"

"What Julia made was bacon. I don't know what this shit, here, is." He said, pushing his plate to the side.

Faye bit her bottom lips, extremely embarrassed. To hide her embarrassment, she put her finger under his chin to make him look at her. She, then, grabbed the bottom of the apron and pulled it over her head, tossing it onto the ground. Spike's eyes didn't move from Faye's face.

"Faye…put some clothes on."

Faye was stunned. No man had EVER told her that in her entire LIFE. ESPECIALLY the men that she was seeing.

"Wh…what?"

"Put some clothes on. And fold that apron up. It's Julia's." Spike stood up from his chair and walked out of the room and back into his bedroom, hoping to get some more rest.

Faye sat in one of the dining room table's chairs. She couldn't believe the way Spike was all of sudden acting. It was like someone had flipped a switch inside of him and changed him back into the miserable, melancholy person he used to be. Faye buried her face into her hands and began to cry. She's given up her best friend for him. She'd given up her apartment for him. Now he was wishing for a memory that he'd never get back.

Faye wiped her face and reminded herself that she was Faye Valentine. A strong, independent, beautiful woman. Though, in love, she wasn't going to take this. She hurriedly ran into she and Spike's room to get dressed. She needed to get some air.