A/N: Quick drabble on Spike/Faye agnst that I just couldn't resist writing. Inspired by coffee, frustrations with studying for final exams, and Alexz Johnson's "There's Us." Enjoy!

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Colorblind

Do this. Do that. Hold your gun this way; stick your backside out that way. They need a distraction for the bounty, so she grabs her whore heels and flashes smoldering olive eyes in the direction of desperate, lonely men. Between men and whizzing bullets, Faye's not sure if it's the bar lights or the tinged alcohol bottles that makes her colorblind.

The bell peppers in Jet's beef stew are green and red. Green and red is chewed and coated in bitter pepper that causes Faye to choke as she waits. As they wait. For something; anything: a sign, a bloodied, back-from-the-dead Spike to stumble in, Ed to realize she's actually a girl, for Ein to pad his way out. After all, he's a smart dog and this waiting is hotter than the blue-flame ridden hell they're all bound for.

The money comes tight now that Spike's gone. Chasing after his love-dream-nightmare: the names like a storybook, slithering around Faye's mind in the after-hours. Julia, Vicious, Spike. Jet, Faye, Ein. Two stories linked by an Odysseus: tales of love and betrayal get old and fade, illustrious in their total lack of originality.

She smokes alone at night now: stars smirking like suns. The wisps of grey are colorless, and Faye likes it that way. She gets the bounties on her own now: she likes it that way too. No green poof to peer over, no crinkled blue suit to rip off in the throws of passionate, detrimental lust in old hotel rooms that end in we were chasing that damn bounty all goddamn night.

Spike was a whore. He wore that yellow shirt just like her jumper: fucked her under neon signs and cried Julia's name in hazed ecstasy. She'd see purple dots and his hand bruised her thighs, her arms, her heart. It was a death sentence at its best: for him, for her, and for SpikeJulia.

She threw away everything yellow when they saw the destroyed syndicate on the news.

Jet once asked her why she got rid of her infamous outfit, hooded by a scarlet vest and she responded just cause.

Just cause Spike died didn't mean she was gonna cry. Just because she'd lost him to his original life didn't mean she was gonna pine. And just cause she was on her own now didn't mean she was going to give up on living.

Faye would admit that she loved him. Would admit that she shot at the ceiling in desperation. Would admit that he had brought color into her life. But she'd be damned if he'd do anything to her in death and when called to Mars to I.D. the body, anyone would have told her she was a vision in black.