WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE READ MY OTHER STORY "1 NIGHT 8 YEARS" YOU WONT GET IT! AT LEAST YOU SHOULDN'T REALLY. UMMMMM, I'M GONNA GO NOW. BYE.
Well Hi and Hello to everyone out there how goes it? Sorry this is taking so long I fear the chapters will be posted few and far between because I am still working out what I want to do for this story and Its midterms this week, and my roommate says I need to find a boyfriend, and I'm in a play, and collage apps, and scholarship shit and then just school in general, yeah this semester sucks. Any who so here's what I got so far for your reading pleasure.
Family Ties
Chapter 1:Dreamcatcher
Living in a dream. It was all he had known for so long. A partial existence, death. One could wish for it but in this world were we actually already dead? Is this the land of the dead; a torture that you could never actually leave?
He looked so sad. Sitting there on a bench surrounded by laughing children and a beautiful blue sky. All he could thing about was the dark cloud of his past.
"Spike."
He blinked a moment and turned to look at her, "Huh, yeah?"
"It only makes it worse the more you think about it."
"How…"
"Can't we just enjoy this for the moment." She knew it wouldn't last much longer they never did. "Don't think to hard you might hurt yourself." She smiled trying to get his mind off the "how" of things. He gave her a lost smile before turning back to space again.
He was thinking again, she could hear him, I'm being stupid for making this so hard, why can't I just do it?
"I don't know I was wondering that myself." Her smile broadened at his look of confusion.
"What the… how did you know…?"
It was ending she could feel it. Her smile dropped. She hated to rush him, but this wouldn't last much longer.
"It's not a bad thing."
"Normally but I'm…"
"His father so you shouldn't be afraid of getting close to him, of loving him." Please Spike, love him. Love him for me.
"But everyone I loved … they got… hurt… I just… Julia… and you…"
Stop dwelling Spike you're not helping either one of you. "Shhh. You know what they say third times the charm."
"Faye." Her heart ached just a bit more as she felt her name drift from his lips.
"I'm Serious, Spike."
"I know and I'm trying; it's just kinda, weird. I guess. I just need to get used to it."
"I know, you're doing great; but remember Landis needs you now so please for both your sakes. Open that frigid ice box you call a heart and let him in."
"Gee thanks." Spike turned away from her back to the playground.
Damnit Spike I'm being serious listen to me. I don't want to see you like this anymore. She laid her fingers on his cheek, he felt so warm. It only made it hurt more. He looked into her eyes. No, I was wrong that hurt more. "Please Spike," she knew she was pleading but she didn't know if she would ever see him again.
Spike brought his hand towards her own on his cheek, she could feel as his warmth passed through her hand. His eyes widened in realization. It really hurt now.
"No Faye."
"I'm sorry Spike." She could barely pass it through her lips she forced herself to smile in an effort to keep her tears at bay. It was blurring everything was loosing shape.
"Not yet." The last thing she heard as the scene faded was him. "Faye!"
The tears fell. She hugged herself and slid slightly off the bed she was sitting on.
"No,no" she muttered "no more." She bit her lip and stood she was in Spikes room, one of the usual places she found herself when she wasn't in a 'scene' or the blackness that engulfed her most of the time. 'Scenes' that's what she called them cause she wasn't sure what they were, you can't dream when you're dead right?
"I am dead aren't I?" she asked the empty room. The room held no answer. "Am I dead or what? Huh? Tell me damnit." She sat alone on the edge of the bed her face in her hands. "If I'm dead then why does it hurt so much?'
"Being dead really doesn't change things like that." That voice, she had only heard it one time but she would never forget it. She had heard it enough in her dreams mocking her. Faye's head shot up and standing just a few feet in front of her was Julia.
Faye was silent a moment then wined to herself. "Oh God, not only am I dead I'm in hell."
Julia gave her a slight glare but it quickly passed. "I suppose you think that was funny."
Faye continued to look at her hands.
"Look Faye I'm here to tell you that you're not dead."
Faye looked up. "I'm not? Well then where the hell am I?"
"Limbo."
"Limbo?"
"Ok really you're in a coma, and I'm a representation of your conscious come to prepare you for what's going to happen next."
"You do know how lame you just sounded right?"
Julia raised an eyebrow. She almost wondered why Spike ever fell for such a childish person, then she remembered she was thinking about Spike he had a habit of acting like he was five, so she decided to let it be.
"Why would my subconscious pick you?"
"I don't… Aggh that is besides the point."
"What is your point?"
" Well since it seems you have a nice habit of not listening, I guess I'll just have to show you."
"Yeah, ok whatever." Faye yawned, but when her eyes opened she wasn't in Spike's room anymore she was in a small kitchen an old kitchen from her past. "What the… but this…" Faye's mouth stood open. Suddenly the soft sound of bare running feet came towards her she looked at the doorway to the living room and in seconds a small girl with long violet hair ran into the room in a nightgown giggling profusely.
"Alexandria?" Faye whispered.
The smiling girl looked up at Faye her gray eyes smiling along with her. Faye took a step towards her but the moment broke as a man in his early twenties ran in the room and scoped up the girl holding her upside down against his chest. He had soft short brown hair and was dressed casually. The girl laughed and careened her neck to look into the matching set of those gray eyes. Her Father's smiling eyes.
"Marcus?" Faye couldn't move; she couldn't breath.
"Now where did the birthday girl go? Hmmm I wonder when she could be." He accented his looking around the room by turning from side to side causing Alex to swing back and forth.
"Me, me. I'm down here." Alex called out in her high pitched giggle.
He looked down at her his eyes widening in melodramatic surprise. "OH there you are, what were you trying to do hide on your own birth day." He placed her back on the floor. "I guess that just means more cake for me." With his last word he jumped towards the table followed by a screaming 'Nooo, that's my cake'.
Mark lifted Alex up to the chair so they could both marvel at the chocolaty goodness that was her cake on the table.
Mark and Alex both reached out a finger towards the cake.
"Hey. Back up from the cake." Faye turned her head at the shout to see, herself, standing in the back doorway.
"Drat Foiled again." Mark muttered jokingly. "Wait I know, quick sad puppy eyes." Faye watched on as Mark and Alex used their secret weapon against her. She saw her younger self smirk.
"No."
"Oh please miss nice lady, we'd be eternally grateful to ya."
"Yeah please, grateful." Alex echoed.
Faye smiled she could see herself breaking, "Fine maybe a small piece after breakfast."
Mark and Alex looked at each other and moved their arms in the classic 'yes' gesture.
Both Fayes smiled. The younger Faye smiled up at the table and brought over the coffee pot. As Mark placed birthday hats on his and Alex's heads.
"Daddy give mommy a hat, too."
"Ok, but first give me a kiss." The small girl got up on her knees and kissed her father's cheek.
"Hat for mommy!" The girl screamed. Mark stood and put a hat on the younger Faye's head. "Now give daddy a thank you kiss." The young Faye hesitated only a moment before slowly leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on Mark's cheek. "No mommy on the wips." She placed her small finger on her own lips obscuring the word. Faye watched as Mark and the younger Faye's eyes met for a moment and both turned back to their daughter.
"How old are we today sweetie?" The young Faye asked.
"Three." The girl held up four fingers. Young Faye gently pushed one down while responding.
"Three, my you're almost a lady. So why don't go wash up like a good young lady."
"Ok, mommy." Alex hopped down from her chair and ran from the room.
Faye watched as her younger self and Mark let out a collective sigh of relief. Mark sat down at the table while young Faye got more food.
Faye sighed from where she was on the side of the room observing she remembered this conversation. It was always there like an ominous cloud though so soon it would have been useless.
"That was close." Mark said looking up at her as young Faye came towards the table.
"I…I'm sorry. Should I have done it? I didn't…"
"Forget it she's gonna have to know or figure it out sooner or later. It was bound to happen. I was just hoping she'd be older."
"You don't think she knows yet do you?"
"No, but she has been getting more frequent with things like well like that."
"I know but she's still so young I don't think she would understand and that would make her even more confused."
Mark was quiet and any thoughts he might have had were pushed back when Alexandria bounded back in the room. And to her mother's arms.
"Hands all clean. See?" She pushed her small hands in young Faye's face. Noticing the some what somber expression in her mother's face Alex cocked her head to the side. "Mommy what's wrong. Are you sick? You should no go on your trip."
"Oh it's not that dear. Let's eat." Young Faye sat Alex in a set before sitting in her own.
"Promise to bring me back something nice from mars mommy."
"Of course I will." The scene turned to black and Faye could feel the firm softness of a mattress beneath her prostrate form. She smiled despite the small pain that lingered in her chest. Another life she had lost, but no. She hadn't lost this one. Julia said she was still alive. Could it be true? The was soft sounds in the room around her a rustle of clothing, a slightly pained groan and then a weight on the bed with her.
Not another dream, she thought. But no this one felt different. Maybe she really was alive maybe she was awake. She continued to breath as softly as she could listening to his own slow breaths. He sighed. She could help but smile, not much time could have passed and already he was sighing. Men were babies.
She mock sighed. "Don't tell me it's tiring you down already."
He didn't respond. Could he not hear her? He always responded in the dreams. She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. Clad in just his sweats his scars gleaming in the starlight. She looked at his new scar, the one he had gotten this last fight. Not much time must have passed at all it looked only a few weeks old. Tentatively she placed her fingers against the warm flesh feeling the smooth yet ruff flesh of the scar as it healed over. It was such an odd feeling on her fingertips.
"Stop it." His voice cut the air. His hand lazily moved towards hers, but she stopped it and rested it over his scar.
"Go to sleep." She told him.
"I am asleep." He looked almost sad as he said that despite how relaxed his features were on their way to sleep. The want to continue touching him was unbearable. He felt so real this time not like the other dreams. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"I know." She leaned down and kissed him softly. Oh how real it seemed. I couldn't be could it?
"Just a Dream." He muttered as he rolled over facing his back to her.
Was it though? She wasn't so sure. And the though made her near giddy. She pulled lightly at his shoulder she was gonna find out if this was a dream or not.
"Leave me the hell alone." He wined.
Aww, he's cute when he whines. "But you're so damn sexy when you're all angsty."
"I said stop it."
She pulled her hand back. He didn't have to be snappy, I mean I'm the one trying to figure out if I'm alive here and he jumps down my throat. Damn I thought he would be happy to see me. "Well fine if you're gonna be a damn ass about it." She sat on the side of the bed and muttered. "Freaking asshole." She was right this wasn't a dream it was a nightmare.
"Faye." His questioning voice came towards her. She moved quickly to lean over him.
"Just look at me." She could hear the desperation in her voice but she didn't care she wanted out of this hell. She didn't care if it took a beating of her pride to do it anymore.
Spike's eyes slid open and Faye found herself once again trapped in them.
"Spike." Her voice was air.
Spike blinked.
"Damnit!"
*grabs heart and dies from suspense* TEHEHE ^_^!!1
Well that's all for now kiddies. Like I said along time ago the updates for this will most likely be some what few and far between for the time being so sorry, but hey at least I got some of it done. Yeah. Well GTG got a chem. Test to study for a chem. Lab report, a research proposal, and some beatnik poetry to write. Bastard School, I hate midterms. Byers. Tiffo^_^!!1
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