Sunlight glittered across the water, a warm breeze blew, the only sound was the faint slapping of gentle waves against the side of the ship. Stretching out in a lounge chair on the flight deck, Faye sighed, relaxing in the warm rays of sun. It was only after tearing through every drawer in her dresser that she has decided on a white tank top and a pair of short denim shorts. Of course she had also managed to leave a huge mess in the form of a pile of clothes behind in her wake. Oh well, I'll just take care of that later. Maybe.

If this was going to be a lazy weekend she sure as hell was going to make the most of it. No makeup on her face, hair still damp from the shower, Faye smiled, closing her eyes behind her sunglasses. Fuck it, tan lines be damned today. She has to admit to herself, this honestly was pretty damn relaxing, peace and quiet. No Ed rambling on and on about god only knows what, no barking from Ein, no Jet bitching at her for doing this or not doing that. A woman could really start to get used to this. Lost in her thoughts, Faye was on the verge of dozing off, when a racket from the door way snapped her back into reality. Oh yeah, he's still here.

Turning her head toward the source of the sound, Faye arched an eye brow. There was Spike, his arms loaded up with an assortment of items. A small cooler, a tackle box and an old beat up radio stacked on top of it. A fishing pole rested against his shoulder, also balanced against the cooler. But the most intriguing part to Faye however, was the fact that he was dressed in a white t shirt and khaki cargo shorts. I didn't even know he owned a pair of shorts…learn something new every day. She watched as he walked by her with out a word, and dropped the load in his arms to the ground, plopping down on the edge of the deck, his long legs dangling over the side. Leaning back in the chair, Faye closed her eyes once more.

"You're going to burn"

Faye rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. " No I wont. Shut up Spike."

Spike opened the cooler, and fished around its contents, pulling out a beer, and cracking it open. "If you say so Faye, but don't expect me to lather you down with aloe when I am right."

The thick sarcasm in his voice was not missed by Faye, as she raised her hand, flipping him the bird. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just looking for a reason to put your hands on me." She peered at him over her sunglasses. His back to her, he remained silent, as he drank his beer, and began baiting his hook. She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at his lack of response to her quip. "Hey Spike, give me one of those beers."

Smirking to himself, Spike turned to see that she was back to lounging in the chair, not even looking his direction. Removing a beer from the cooler, he shook it with as much force as he could. "I'm not your man servant Faye, you want one, come get one."

Sighing, Faye drug herself from the chair, crossing the deck. "Fine, I wouldn't dare expect you to go out of your way to do something nice."

"I am doing something nice. I don't have to share MY beer with you" Spike reached up, a smile on his face as he handed the beer to Faye, who was now standing beside him. His brown eyes locked on her, he held back the smirk that threatened to spread, as he eagerly waited for her to open the can.

"Now see Spike, that wasn't so bad, was it? A little sharing can get you a lo…." Her sentence cut short as she opened the can, face and hands now soaked in beer. Dropping the can to the deck, Faye bit her lip, trying to regain her composure before speaking again. Her voice stayed calm, as she spoke slowly, each word drawing out. "God damn it Spike"

Spike could feel what little remained of the beer seep into the leg of his shorts from the can she had dropped beside him. He laughed quietly, as he awaited the angry onslaught from the woman beside him. Anytime now…3...2.…1... To his amazement it never came. Instead she dropped down beside him on the deck, wiping her face and hands off on his shirt.

"Hey, stop that!" he gave her a soft shove.

Laughing, she shoved back, going back for a second over exaggerated attempt at wiping her face off. In her close proximity to him, it dawned on her that he smelled really good. Quickly straightening up, she slung her legs over the side of the railing, mirroring the same position that he sat in. "You're a real jack ass Spiegel."

Grinning broadly, Spike pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tapped out two, shoving both in his mouth and lit them, then reached over passing one to Faye. She arched an eye brow as she slowly accepted, taking a drag and nodding in thanks. "Do you think Jet has killed Ed yet?" Faye kept her eyes locked on the water below.

Chuckling as he exhaled, Spike grinned. "I would have by now, but Jet has the patience of a saint. But I'd be willing to bet that he comes back completely bald."

Taking another drag, Faye smiled faintly. "Hey Spike?"

"Hmmm?"

"Have you ever gone camping before?"

Giving his fishing pole a quick glance, he nodded. "Yeah, when I was a kid, I used to go with my dad and uncle all the time. That's where I learned to fish too. What about you?"

"No…well, maybe, I dunno."

"You don't know? It's a yes or no question. You said you got your memories back, soooo….its kinda cut and dry don't ya think?"

Faye crushed out her half smoked cigarette. He had definitely hit a soft spot. Still keeping her eyes on the water, she lowered her voice. "I still don't remember every little thing." Suddenly she felt anger start to well up inside her.

Spike took another drag "Ohh.." was all he drawled out.

Fists now balled at her sides, Faye turned to look at him. Spike was taken back by the angry look that flashed across her face. "You wouldn't know that though, would you? When you came back from that whole God damned syndicate ordeal…you waltzed back in here like nothing had changed in the least bit. You never acknowledge the fact that had even told you anything about my memories coming back. You didn't give a shit then, and you don't now…except to throw it in my face!"

Spike looked at her dumbfounded, his cigarette limply hanging from his mouth. He racked his brain trying to come up with anything to say. She was being a tad irrational, but she was partially right. He had come back to the Bebop as though he had never left. He had just sort of picked back up where life had left off, it seemed easier that way. Though she was wrong about one thing. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he did give a shit. "Faye….I….uhh"

"No…you know what Spike? Don't bother. I don't need or want sympathy from a man who has no desire to give it.! So just forget it…" With that she stood and stormed off back into the ship.

Spike closed his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. Draining the rest of his beer he sighed. What the fuck was all of that about. One minute we're goofing around, and the next she blows up at me. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a tugging at the end of his line. Reeling in, he caught sight of the fish on the end of the hook. Unfortunately it fell off just shy of being pulled onto the deck. Just my fucking luck. "Son of a bitch!" Spike flopped on his back on the deck, an idea slowly working its way through his head.

Faye had spent the rest of the evening in her room. The clothes that she had haphazardly strewn about earlier, were now everywhere, thrown around in a fit of rage, along with a few other items. With red tired eyes, she observed her wrath. Hurricane Faye. She smirked to herself, feeling strangely satisfied.

A nice ugly cry after her blow up at Spike had done wonders, as she now laid calmly on her bed in the darkness. I don't even know why I blew up like that. I mean…I am just as guilty as him when it comes to pretending like nothing ever happened. Its not like I ever really addressed it…till now. It wasn't like it didn't nag at her mind constantly, but today it had reached a boiling point. Sure in the 8 months since he had come back to the Bebop, they had been on much friendlier terms. They certainly still had their arguments and days of pretty much ignoring each other however.

Rolling over to face the wall, Faye could hear Spike thumping around in the lounge. What the hell is that idiot doing? Her curiosity was almost piqued enough for her to get up and investigate, but mental exhaustion won over, and she soon drifted off into restless sleep.