Pairing(s): SpikexFaye
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned CB, a lot of things would be different. For example... a certain blond slut would be dead. -cough- (Translation: DO NOT OWN.)
"Hey, I'm back!" Faye called out into the cold abyss that was the Bebop after hours. Our dear Faye had recently gotten back from a new bounty, arms laden with shopping bags.
"It went well, I had money to shop and Woolongs left over! Hey Jet, I brought some beef home." She called out, receiving no answer still. Sighing heavily, she set down her bags. Someone had to be awake, it was only eleven-ish.
"Pfft. Lazy bastards, probably just don't want to get up." Faye thought as she made her way into the abandoned kitchen. Dissatisfied, she opened the refrigerator door and sat the bag of raw beef inside. "Hey, guys?" She called out again…. Maybe they had gone to the casino.
"Hey, is anyone here?" She screamed, hearing only silence, she stepped out of the kitchen and in to the hallway, calling out her crew member's names.
"Hey, where are you guys?" concern dawning on her pale features, Faye ambled into the wheel well, letting the low gravity take over as she drifted up.
"Spike? Jet…. Ed? Anyone?" Faye was stationary as she observed her surroundings shift around her. Carefully, Faye grabbed hold on one of the handles on the wall, letting it pull her forward.
"Guys, are you-….." Faye's voice died as she came upon her worst nightmare. In shock, the young woman let go of the handle, afraid to move any closer to her comrades.
Before her, floating aimlessly were the lifeless bodies of her friends… her family. Jet and Spike each had a hand on one of Ed's shoulders, their frozen faces a mask of pain and terror. Ed's eyes were closed- as if in sleep. Gashes littered her team's flesh, their bodies bruised and tortured. Blood swirled around her in the weightless atmosphere, a drop hit Faye's cheek, pulling her out of her reverie.
"No… no! Spike! Jet, please wake up! Ed!" Faye pushed off the wall to propel herself towards her friends, she came to a halt before Spike. His already pale skin sported a dull pallor, a gunshot wound ripped through his chest. Mismatched eyes stared blankly at her, glassy.
One quick glance over to Jet proved the same, his form was riddled with bullets. Ed, the target of their protection had various slashes all over her arms and legs, her throat was slit.
"Please no. Please no. Not my family, not my family…." Faye's arms wrapped around the inanimate forms as she sobbed.
"No!" Faye shot up from her bed, breathing heavily. Her body was covered with sweat, the sheets were tangled around her restricting her movements.
"It was only a dream… only a dream…." The violet haired lady assured herself. Still shaking she got up from her (now drenched) bed. Tears flowed down her face unbidden. She had to check on them. She had to make sure they were all right.
Silently, Faye's door opened. She padded the ten or so feet to Jet's room, glancing down at the sleeping Ed beside his door. Seeing the girl's chest rise and fall calmly in peaceful sleep, Faye was put at ease- partially, at least.
She slid the door to Jet's room open, trying to make as little noise as possible. The trembling woman stalked in, checking Jet's breathing. He was alright.
"Only a dream." Faye repeated shakily to herself as she excited the fatherly man's quarters. Not thinking to check Spike's room (he so rarely slept there) Faye half stumbled in to the living room.
Just as she expected, on the worn yellow couch Spike's lanky form rested- a mere blob in the darkness. In the silence of the night Faye could make out his steady breaths, it wasn't enough. Cautiously she shuffled toward the dozing cowboy, kneeling next to his still form.
"Watcha want?" Faye jumped at the sound of his sleepy voice.
"N-nothing. Just… checking on you. That's all." Great job Faye. Way to make yourself sound like a creepy stalker.
"I know I'm sexy, but you don't got to watch me in my sleep." the green haired annoyance yawned, disturbing the almost grin that had wormed its way on to his drooping features.
"Shut up ass hole." Faye spat, her voice thick. Dammit, don't cry! Why are you always crying!? She chided herself as a low sob echoed through the room. Spike fell silent.
"Bad dream?" He deadpanned, Faye nodded- remembering he couldn't see her she made a small noise at the back of her throat.
"Taking that as a 'Hell yes I had a bad dream you douche.'" Spike's weary voice attempted a girly squeak (which he failed miserably at, by the way) Faye let out a half chuckle.
"Want to talk about it?"
"You're obviously delirious, Spike. Go back to sleep. When you wake up you'll be back to your old cranky self." Faye smiled through the pitch blackness. A now fully awake Spike grinned at the darker space he took to be Faye.
"Well, now that you have me up I may as well listen to your bitching. It may put me back to sleep." He joked, Faye whacked him lightly over what she thought was his shoulder, but turned out to be his head.
"Sure, why not. I'll turn on the lights and get us some beer." Faye rose from her resting spot on the dirt carpet and felt her way to the light switch.
"Leave the lights off. I don't feel like being blinded." Spike grouched as he sat up and shifted into a more comfortable position.
"Whatever." Faye sighed as she walked through the doorway to the kitchen. She shut the door behind her, turning on the lights with a sigh. She must look like crap. Sluggishly, the young woman made her way to the sink, she rinsed her face hoping to ride herself of any stray tear stains. Towel drying her cheeks, Faye grabbed two beers from the top shelf of the refrigerator and ambled back in to the living room.
"Alcoholic beverages, coming right up." Faye felt around for the couch- maybe turning on the lights was a bad idea after all, her eyes just didn't want to adjust to the barely there lighting.
"Ah, nothing like getting slobbering drunk in the middle of the night." Spike chuckled as he reached out for his drink. Thank you fake eye!- Night vision was extremely helpful.
"Ain't that right." Faye agreed as she lowered herself down on to the yellow atrocity they declared a 'sofa'.
"Zo, vat vas dis dreem about, eh?" Spike adopted a bad Swedish accent in a sad attempt to resemble a shrink.
"For the love of God Spike, are you ever serious?" Faye asked, giggling into the neck of her bottle.
"Hey, at least you aren't crying anymore." Spike so aptly pointed out. Faye grinned, appreciative.
"Well… I had come home from shopping, I think." Faye struggled to remember how the dream started. The details were all fuzzy in her sleep deprived mind.
"Yeah, what else is new?" She ignored the snide remarks of her not-so mature comrade.
"I couldn't find you guys… I looked and looked, but you weren't anywhere. I kind of thought you just left someplace…" Spike nodded, taking a swig of his beer.
"But then I found your bodies…" Faye could feel the lump in her throat coming back. She didn't elaborate any further, for fear of breaking down again.
"That's stupid Faye, you know we'd never leave you. If we go down, you're going down with us." Spike's insensitive attempt at comforting the distraught woman -amazingly- worked. Faye sniffled a bit.
"Besides, who out there could take me down?" Spike jabbed his thumb in to his own chest, Faye sighed.
"I'd loath to find that out." She grumbled, Spike nodded in silent agreement.
"Have you been having these dreams long?" Spike asked, Faye shrugged nonchalantly.
"A while, their usually not as violent." Faye looked down at her beer, she could smell the bitter twang of it as the aroma drifted out of the bottle.
"You know you can come to me whenever you need to, right? However fun it is to argue with you, I hate to see women cry." Spike propped his feet up on the coffee table.
"Thanks… I think. I just can't understand why I'm so upset all the time. What the hell is wrong with me?" Faye bitterly murmured. She was angry at herself, she abhorred feeling weak. vulnerability wasn't her thing. Spike just shrugged.
"Hey, everyone has to be weak sometimes. You can't be chipper all the time. Or, in your case- a bitchy slut." Faye ignored the insults, knowing he didn't really mean any harm by them. You can't be mad at what's true, she reasoned.
"I appreciate this Spike." Faye finished off her bottle and made a move to get up.
"Don't mention it. You'll be fine." The lanky man nodded sagely as he finished off his drink as well. He knew what to expect… he had had his faire share of nightmares in his time. They fade, eventually.
"G'night." Faye nodded to him before feeling her way to the door.
"Night." He called after her. The silence of the hours of darkness washed over him as Spike lay back down, arms crossed beneath his head.
"Forgot something." The lilting voice of Faye reached the man's ears as she spoke from the doorway to the hall. Quiet footsteps made their way back to where he was sitting.
"Sweet dreams." Faye whispered as she reached down to give him the lightest of pecks on his forehead before running out of the room (he chose to ignore the sounds of her mistaking the wall for the door).
"Sweet dreams to you too, babe." Spike yawned carelessly, grinning slightly at the whole situation. Why the hell did they only get along at night?
"Eh. Whatever." The male rolled on to his side and dismissed the thought as he drifted back to sleep contentedly.
(A/N: My God... three chapters in two days. What the hell am I on and why the hell can't I be on it all the time? Well, hoped you all liked this one, Spike and Faye were a tad bit OoC, but hey- it's a fanfic! I can do whatever the hell I want! -cough- Pleasedon'tflameme OO
Well, anyway, thank you for reading! Please review! Oh, and I'm open to suggestions and requests. Remember- these are drabbles -that are more like one shots...- and are meant for you, the readers! See you soon )
