Faye was on a mission and hell bent on succeeding. She all but pushed passed Jet in her eager attempt to speak with Spike, yet as she stood in the doorway to the work shop, she couldn't seem to muster up any words. Her mouth felt dry, her throat tight. She could see her reflection in the glass of booze on the work bench, and she knew Spike saw it also by the way his back tensed as she approached, and yet he said nothing. Licking her dry lips, Faye fought the slight wave of nausea that passed through her, still struggling to find her words.

Trying to distract herself, Faye thought back to her earlier conversation with Julia, and the slight camaraderie she had felt working with the woman. She wondered if things had been different in life if they may have been friends. Would she be the one coming between Spike and Julia in a role reversal. Staring straight ahead and the cowboy's back she knew she wouldn't. Spike wouldn't give up the stunning blonde for her, not now, not in another time. She had nothing to offer him, and yet she would give him everything. That thought alone hurt her more than she could have ever imagined.

The sound of Spike's voice asking if she had information brought her out of her reverie. She felt a sense of unease course through her veins, as if he already knew something was up. Masking her discomfort, she slipped back behind her wall of indifference, cracking a remark about him having to pay for it. When he replied that he didn't have any money, she couldn't help but smirk in the slightest, things suddenly felt a lot more comfortable as they seemed to be slipping back into their routine of back and forth banter. That was until the ship violently rocked. They were under attack.

Spike had shoved passed her in a mad dash for the hangar, and it dawned on Faye that she hadn't even attempted to do what she had came to in the first place. Dashing after him Faye was determined to get relay the message to him. He most certainly would never be hers, but he might just have a shot at some form of happiness, and she was determined to give that to him.

Watching him climb aboard the Swordfish, Faye knew she was wasting time, she yelled at him trying to get his attention, to which he only once more reminded her that he didn't have money, the slight edge to his voice stung, as she realized he thought she was serious about getting paid, as if she were merely a cold money grubbing woman. Though she realized she hadn't done a ton to make him think otherwise.

Biting her lip momentarily she took a deep breath and blurted it out. She searched Spike's face for some sort of reaction, but only saw confusion. She repeated herself again, this time making sure to add Julia's name, and the fact that someone had been after her. That was all it took, in that instant she saw the sign etched on his face, he got the message loud and clear, and he was leaving.

She heard him yell at Jet through the com unit, and the bay doors opened, Spike taking off without another word to her.

Leaning against the Redtail, Faye hung her head. As far as she knew, that was goodbye, not that she really expected much less. Part of her had still wanted to keep the message to herself, to tell him instead that she loved him. However for the second time that day, she had done something truly selfless, and yet felt no better for it. If this is what remembering her past had reduced her to, perhaps she was better off still being in the dark.

Glancing at the spot where the Swordfish had been mere moments earlier, Faye sighed. He really was gone, and she doubted that he would be coming back, and if he was she was certain that it wouldn't be alone. She didn't think she could bare that, and though she had no where else to go, she didn't think she would be able to handle the both of them on the ship just reiterating the fact that she paled in comparison to Julia in every single way. "Goodbye Spike" she muttered to herself, wishing that she had a cigarette right about now.

She was well aware of the dull ache in her chest, and wondered to herself if this was what heartbreak felt like. She felt the stinging in her eyes, and blinked hard fighting back tears that threatened to fall. Suddenly a smile formed across her lips. She may never have Spike for her own, but she had just given him something that Julia had been denying him for three years, a fleeting moment of happiness. If that was all she would ever have with Spike, then she would treasure the thought.

Shaking her head, she cringed inwardly as her slightly pleasant thoughts were invaded once more by a blonde haired, blue eyed temptress. She held the one thing, that Faye would never have, what was left of Spike's heart and soul. Take care of him Julia.