A/N: This one is as sappy as they come. So, enjoy it. A thousand thank you's to my reviewers!
There's something about blue...
Asked myself what it's all for,
You know the funny thing about it,
I couldn't answer...
- Yoko Kanno "Blue"
"Blue"
"Faye…Faye…get up, c'mon."
The first thing that she thinks upon opening her eyes is, "blue." It spreads about before her like spilt ink, loose and kinetic and rolling.
The sea. Beautiful white sand beaches in slanted hills, all sloping downward to that sucking-deep-down-crash-into-me-wild-abandon ocean.
Faye never thought that she would get over the color blue. Once upon a time she hated it, loathed it so completely that she threw away everything she owned in that god-awful color. Too sharp, too sad, too real…Too close to those eyes that had nearly taken everything she loved.
Nearly being the most important word of course.
She's learning to love blue again, to think of it in terms of waves, of skies and cool cotton sheets. Blue doesn't have to mean destruction.
When Spike kisses her, she can taste coffee and cigarettes, (both of which she misses by subtle degrees) but behind that there is something else, something clean and light. That something is the taste of blue. And Faye has some blue in her as well, that's for sure. She has more of a blue frame of mind than anyone she's ever met.
And she's got the ring, that sapphire-and-diamonds concoction, that heart of a star, which she wears on a silver chain around her neck. The ring helps her love blue again.
She takes Spike's hand and he pulls her to her feet in the warm light of the sun. The breeze smells of salt and utter completion.
Oh yes, Faye Valentine is learning to love that color again. Spike smiles at her and slips his hands down from her pink, sunburned shoulders to rest on her gently rounded middle. His hands stay there, hovering on top of the blue sarong that's wrapped over her bathing suit; it barely reaches around her now, with only two months left. His hands stay there, over their child-that-will-be, and Faye places hers on top of his, pale-on-tan, girl-on-boy, blue-on-blue.
That movement, that moment, that is Faye and Spike reclaiming the color blue. Blue no longer means Julia. They can release her name into the sea breeze and let it be carried away. She doesn't have to be a part of them anymore. They will fill that void that Julia leaves a thousand times over with the life that Faye carries, and they will learn to love the color blue again, together.
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