~Disclaimer~ Same as before...I don't own 'em.
~Summary~ Faye has been shot, while she and Spike were out looking for the bounty...
When It's Over
Chapter 2: The Cute Ones
Faye woke up later that night in a wave of nausea. She stood up and struggled walking down the long corridor to the bathroom. She leaned against the wall and stopped as her vision blurred and the hallway started to spin. She put her hand up to her head and tried to continue to the bathroom. But the dizziness became too strong and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
That morning, Jet was on his way to the control room when he saw Faye sprawled out on the ground.
"Geez, she just can't stay put." Jet said as he bent down and put Faye over his shoulder and walked back to the sitting room. He laid Faye back on the couch and looked out the window. Spike was practicing his martial arts on the deck of the ship.
"I think he's hiding something from us, Faye. But I don't know what, and I don't know why..." He turned back around and looked at her. "Now stay put this time." Jet said and walked back down the hallway.
During the next day, Faye was able to stay awake longer, but unknown by Jet and Spike, she was getting worse and worse every few hours.
She was walking down the hallway when she stopped and leaned against the wall, again overtaken by dizziness. She managed to get to the chair and sit down, across from Spike.
"I can't take this any longer." She said, putting her hand up to her head. "The dizziness and nausea are killing me."
"Sounds like you're pregnant." Spike said, nonchalantly, not looking up from his card game.
"Yeah, an abused pregnant woman." She said, referring to the many, ugly bruises that were forming all over her body. "And how are you gonna take care of your little one, Spike?" She countered.
"In your dreams." Spike said and handed her a cigarette.
"Well, you know they say pregnant women shouldn't smoke." Faye said, lighting it.
"Oh, well." She and Spike said simultaneously.
Edward rolled into the room.
"Faye Faye is going to have a baby?" she asked. "Oh, won't you let Edward name it? Please, please, pleeease???"
Faye sighed as she dropped her head and Spike laughed.
One evening, Spike woke up drenched in sweat after a bad dream. He looked across from him and noticed that Faye wasn't lying on the couch. He wondered if she was lying in one of the hallways. He sighed as he stood up and walked down the hallway.
"Faye?" He searched the bathroom and all around the ship. "Faye?" As a last resort, he went down to the garage. He sighed when he saw that the Redtail was gone.
He walked down the hallway to the bonsai room where Jet was sitting trimming one of his prized trees.
"Jet." Spike said, sternly.
Jet accidentally snapped a large branch off the tree. He groaned and turned to Spike.
"Thanks alot." Jet said.
"Faye's gone."
"Wha?!"
"She's gone. The Redtail is gone."
Jet went back to snipping his trees. "So that means so is our money."
Spike sighed. "This is getting old. There wasn't much money left anyways, was it?"
Jet shook his head.
"Well, good riddance. I was sick of her anyways." Spike said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.
"Sure, weren't we all? But, uh, you shouldn't feel bad." Jet said.
"I don't."
"Good, I mean, her getting shot probably didn't have any effect on this situation." Jet said.
Spike turned and glared at him. "Jet, I was distracted-"
"That's a sorry excuse, Spike."
"In this profession, you can't-"
"You can't get distracted. And you are never distracted...unless..." He put his clippers down as he turned and looked at Spike. "It was her wasn't it?"
Spike looked away.
"Spike-"
"Just stay out of it, Jet!"
"You really care about that Julia, don't you?" Jet asked.
Spike hesitated. "I can't stay away from her, Jet. There is just something about her. And nothing except trouble ever comes from anything that has to do with her. But-"
"But you aren't one to turn down a challenge, right?"
Faye walked into 'The Brass Ring' and caught a glance of Marco sitting at a table in the back. She smiled and sat down at the bar, making sure to keep Marco in her vision. Faye had pulled her sweater over her bandages to cover them.
"Fuzzy navel." Faye told the bartender.
"Sure."
Faye turned around to observe her fellow drinkers. She realized that she had a fan club at a few tables on the other side of the room. A group of older men that were staring and smiling at her. She turned back around and took a sip of her drink. She looked over at Marco, who was returning her gaze. A sly smile spread across her face as she ran her fingers through her short hair. Her view of Marco was blocked when one of the bolder men from the other side of the room sat beside her and winked.
"Um, gimme a whiskey, and," He looked over at Faye, and not her face, "whatever this fox wants."
"Thanks, but I already have a drink." Faye said and turned away from him.
"Well, maybe it's not a drink you want." He said, tracing his hand down her arm. Then he started to pull her sweater down.
Faye, taking all she could, pulled out her gun and placed it forcefully under his chin, but smiling.
"Now, why don't you be a dear and get the hell away from me, before I am forced to-" She pressed the gun closer to him, "You know." She smiled again.
The man nodded and left his seat rather quickly. Faye sat her gun in her lap, and continued sipping on her drink.
"Hi." A male voice said.
Faye sighed and reached for her gun.
"Hey, easy." Marco said, holding up his hands in defense. "I just wanted to compliment you on your self-defense method."
Faye stared at him, blankly.
"May I?" He asked, motioning towards the stool.
Faye shrugged.
"I'm Marco." He seemed to wait for a response. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
Faye looked at him. "Why should I?" She teased.
"Because I told you mine."
Faye smiled. "Max...it's Max."
"Is that short for something or-"
Faye cut him off. "It's just Max."
"So, Max, do you carry that where ever you go?" He asked, referring to her gun.
"Of course. Slimeballs roam the galaxy."
Marco laughed.
"And how do I know you aren't one of them?" Faye asked.
"You don't." He smiled.
Faye turned and stared into his ocean blues eyes. Then she traced her hand down his face. "But you're kind of cute." She said as she traced his lips with her fingers. "But they say the cute ones all ways cause all the trouble."
"Well, you never know." He looked past her to the table of men. "I think I upset your boys over there."
Faye turned around and rolled her eyes as she saw them pulling out weapons. "I really don't need this right now. Gotta go." Faye sighed and stood up.
"Wait, let me come with you."
Faye turned to him and raised her eyebrow. "Awfully bold, aren't we?" Faye asked. He seemed to be playing into her plan just right.
"You know what they say about the cute ones." He smiled and grabbed her hand as he pulled her out of the bar. Faye groaned as she felt the pain on her shoulder.
Marco noticed that Faye was slowly massaging her shoulder. "You okay?" He asked, once they were down the street.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just my shoulder, no prob."
He rubbed her shoulders, gently. "Here, my apartment is just down the block. We can get some ice there."
Faye's sly smile returned. "Okay."
Marco turned on the light as they walked into the apartment.
Faye looked around. "Wow, this is really-" Marco grabbed her around the neck and held a sharp blade up to her throat.
"Oh, I should have seen that one coming." Faye said.
"'Cause I'm one of the cute ones, right?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
As Faye reached for her gun, Marco pressed on her shoulder and pain shot through her shoulder. Marco knocked the gun away from her and tied her hands together. Then he forced her into a chair and tied her arms and legs to it.
"Vicious said that you would be trouble, Ms. Valentine."
Faye sighed and dropped her head back down.
"But what I don't understand, is why the poison hasn't killed you yet. It's been, what, two, three days?" He scratched his head as he walked over to a table in the corner. He pulled out a syringe filled with the same poison as the bullets in Julia's gun.
"Maybe this will help." Now with her shoulder and back pounding, there was no way Faye could defend herself before Marco successfully injected all of the contents of the needle into her shoulder.
Faye cringed and felt the familiar dizziness again. She had to close her eyes so she would not vomit from the dizziness and the sight of the room spinning all around her. She opened her eyes when her communicator went off. Marco snatched it out of her sweater.
It was Spike.
"Faye, where the hell are you?" Spike waited for an answer. "Faye! Answer me dammit! You need to get back-"
Marco clicked in. "Sorry, but Ms. Valentine can't answer her phone right now. She's, um, slightly tied up at the moment." Marco put the screen on Faye. "Oh, but don't worry, because of this nice little needle I found," He held up another syringe, "Ms. Valentine should be out for good. Oh, I just love doing this."
Faye jumped when Marco stabbed her with the needle again. Faye's head dropped as the dizziness returned once more, and she felt herself about to black out.
Marcus put the phone back up to his mouth. "Well, I have places to go, people to terrorize. Catch you later." Marco hung up and threw the com on the ground.
He picked Faye's gun up off the ground and put it up to her head. "Geez, I wish I could just get this over and done with! But Vicious said specifically to do it this way. Gotta do it this way or I get no funds." He sighed and then his phone rang. Faye looked up when she heard Vicious' voice on the line.
"Have you taken care of it?"
"Yeah, I've used plenty of the juice, but it's taking way longer than it should. Regardless, she'll be out of everyone's way forever, in just a couple of hours." Marco said.
"It can't be sooner?!"
"Nope, she's a pretty strong babe." Marco raised an eyebrow. "This doesn't have anything to do with the score you have to settle with Spike, does it?"
"She means nothing to Spike. I wanted to get her out of my way. If I wanted to meet with Spike, I would threaten Julia's life not hers." Vicious sighed. "Fine, you will be paid for your service."
"Where will I meet you?" Marco looked at Faye. "Sorry, this is personal, babe." He took the call off the speakers. "..........okay, I'll be there......no, there's no need for me to stay here. It will take care of itself." Marco hung up and grabbed his gun. "Later, sweetheart." He kissed her cheek. "Wish I could have gotten to know you better....oh, well." He shrugged and walked out of the door.
Faye's communicator had landed at her feet and Spike's face appeared on the fuzzy, now-cracked screen.
"Faye, are you there?"
Faye managed to move her head and let out a small groan. "Faye, you have to tell me where you are." She tried but she couldn't answer. Then the communicator finally shorted out.
"Spike,...don't....Vicious..." Faye managed to get out in a whisper, but too late to be heard.
~Hey! Still more to come!~Please review I wanna know what you think~
~Summary~ Faye has been shot, while she and Spike were out looking for the bounty...
When It's Over
Chapter 2: The Cute Ones
Faye woke up later that night in a wave of nausea. She stood up and struggled walking down the long corridor to the bathroom. She leaned against the wall and stopped as her vision blurred and the hallway started to spin. She put her hand up to her head and tried to continue to the bathroom. But the dizziness became too strong and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
That morning, Jet was on his way to the control room when he saw Faye sprawled out on the ground.
"Geez, she just can't stay put." Jet said as he bent down and put Faye over his shoulder and walked back to the sitting room. He laid Faye back on the couch and looked out the window. Spike was practicing his martial arts on the deck of the ship.
"I think he's hiding something from us, Faye. But I don't know what, and I don't know why..." He turned back around and looked at her. "Now stay put this time." Jet said and walked back down the hallway.
During the next day, Faye was able to stay awake longer, but unknown by Jet and Spike, she was getting worse and worse every few hours.
She was walking down the hallway when she stopped and leaned against the wall, again overtaken by dizziness. She managed to get to the chair and sit down, across from Spike.
"I can't take this any longer." She said, putting her hand up to her head. "The dizziness and nausea are killing me."
"Sounds like you're pregnant." Spike said, nonchalantly, not looking up from his card game.
"Yeah, an abused pregnant woman." She said, referring to the many, ugly bruises that were forming all over her body. "And how are you gonna take care of your little one, Spike?" She countered.
"In your dreams." Spike said and handed her a cigarette.
"Well, you know they say pregnant women shouldn't smoke." Faye said, lighting it.
"Oh, well." She and Spike said simultaneously.
Edward rolled into the room.
"Faye Faye is going to have a baby?" she asked. "Oh, won't you let Edward name it? Please, please, pleeease???"
Faye sighed as she dropped her head and Spike laughed.
One evening, Spike woke up drenched in sweat after a bad dream. He looked across from him and noticed that Faye wasn't lying on the couch. He wondered if she was lying in one of the hallways. He sighed as he stood up and walked down the hallway.
"Faye?" He searched the bathroom and all around the ship. "Faye?" As a last resort, he went down to the garage. He sighed when he saw that the Redtail was gone.
He walked down the hallway to the bonsai room where Jet was sitting trimming one of his prized trees.
"Jet." Spike said, sternly.
Jet accidentally snapped a large branch off the tree. He groaned and turned to Spike.
"Thanks alot." Jet said.
"Faye's gone."
"Wha?!"
"She's gone. The Redtail is gone."
Jet went back to snipping his trees. "So that means so is our money."
Spike sighed. "This is getting old. There wasn't much money left anyways, was it?"
Jet shook his head.
"Well, good riddance. I was sick of her anyways." Spike said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.
"Sure, weren't we all? But, uh, you shouldn't feel bad." Jet said.
"I don't."
"Good, I mean, her getting shot probably didn't have any effect on this situation." Jet said.
Spike turned and glared at him. "Jet, I was distracted-"
"That's a sorry excuse, Spike."
"In this profession, you can't-"
"You can't get distracted. And you are never distracted...unless..." He put his clippers down as he turned and looked at Spike. "It was her wasn't it?"
Spike looked away.
"Spike-"
"Just stay out of it, Jet!"
"You really care about that Julia, don't you?" Jet asked.
Spike hesitated. "I can't stay away from her, Jet. There is just something about her. And nothing except trouble ever comes from anything that has to do with her. But-"
"But you aren't one to turn down a challenge, right?"
Faye walked into 'The Brass Ring' and caught a glance of Marco sitting at a table in the back. She smiled and sat down at the bar, making sure to keep Marco in her vision. Faye had pulled her sweater over her bandages to cover them.
"Fuzzy navel." Faye told the bartender.
"Sure."
Faye turned around to observe her fellow drinkers. She realized that she had a fan club at a few tables on the other side of the room. A group of older men that were staring and smiling at her. She turned back around and took a sip of her drink. She looked over at Marco, who was returning her gaze. A sly smile spread across her face as she ran her fingers through her short hair. Her view of Marco was blocked when one of the bolder men from the other side of the room sat beside her and winked.
"Um, gimme a whiskey, and," He looked over at Faye, and not her face, "whatever this fox wants."
"Thanks, but I already have a drink." Faye said and turned away from him.
"Well, maybe it's not a drink you want." He said, tracing his hand down her arm. Then he started to pull her sweater down.
Faye, taking all she could, pulled out her gun and placed it forcefully under his chin, but smiling.
"Now, why don't you be a dear and get the hell away from me, before I am forced to-" She pressed the gun closer to him, "You know." She smiled again.
The man nodded and left his seat rather quickly. Faye sat her gun in her lap, and continued sipping on her drink.
"Hi." A male voice said.
Faye sighed and reached for her gun.
"Hey, easy." Marco said, holding up his hands in defense. "I just wanted to compliment you on your self-defense method."
Faye stared at him, blankly.
"May I?" He asked, motioning towards the stool.
Faye shrugged.
"I'm Marco." He seemed to wait for a response. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
Faye looked at him. "Why should I?" She teased.
"Because I told you mine."
Faye smiled. "Max...it's Max."
"Is that short for something or-"
Faye cut him off. "It's just Max."
"So, Max, do you carry that where ever you go?" He asked, referring to her gun.
"Of course. Slimeballs roam the galaxy."
Marco laughed.
"And how do I know you aren't one of them?" Faye asked.
"You don't." He smiled.
Faye turned and stared into his ocean blues eyes. Then she traced her hand down his face. "But you're kind of cute." She said as she traced his lips with her fingers. "But they say the cute ones all ways cause all the trouble."
"Well, you never know." He looked past her to the table of men. "I think I upset your boys over there."
Faye turned around and rolled her eyes as she saw them pulling out weapons. "I really don't need this right now. Gotta go." Faye sighed and stood up.
"Wait, let me come with you."
Faye turned to him and raised her eyebrow. "Awfully bold, aren't we?" Faye asked. He seemed to be playing into her plan just right.
"You know what they say about the cute ones." He smiled and grabbed her hand as he pulled her out of the bar. Faye groaned as she felt the pain on her shoulder.
Marco noticed that Faye was slowly massaging her shoulder. "You okay?" He asked, once they were down the street.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just my shoulder, no prob."
He rubbed her shoulders, gently. "Here, my apartment is just down the block. We can get some ice there."
Faye's sly smile returned. "Okay."
Marco turned on the light as they walked into the apartment.
Faye looked around. "Wow, this is really-" Marco grabbed her around the neck and held a sharp blade up to her throat.
"Oh, I should have seen that one coming." Faye said.
"'Cause I'm one of the cute ones, right?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
As Faye reached for her gun, Marco pressed on her shoulder and pain shot through her shoulder. Marco knocked the gun away from her and tied her hands together. Then he forced her into a chair and tied her arms and legs to it.
"Vicious said that you would be trouble, Ms. Valentine."
Faye sighed and dropped her head back down.
"But what I don't understand, is why the poison hasn't killed you yet. It's been, what, two, three days?" He scratched his head as he walked over to a table in the corner. He pulled out a syringe filled with the same poison as the bullets in Julia's gun.
"Maybe this will help." Now with her shoulder and back pounding, there was no way Faye could defend herself before Marco successfully injected all of the contents of the needle into her shoulder.
Faye cringed and felt the familiar dizziness again. She had to close her eyes so she would not vomit from the dizziness and the sight of the room spinning all around her. She opened her eyes when her communicator went off. Marco snatched it out of her sweater.
It was Spike.
"Faye, where the hell are you?" Spike waited for an answer. "Faye! Answer me dammit! You need to get back-"
Marco clicked in. "Sorry, but Ms. Valentine can't answer her phone right now. She's, um, slightly tied up at the moment." Marco put the screen on Faye. "Oh, but don't worry, because of this nice little needle I found," He held up another syringe, "Ms. Valentine should be out for good. Oh, I just love doing this."
Faye jumped when Marco stabbed her with the needle again. Faye's head dropped as the dizziness returned once more, and she felt herself about to black out.
Marcus put the phone back up to his mouth. "Well, I have places to go, people to terrorize. Catch you later." Marco hung up and threw the com on the ground.
He picked Faye's gun up off the ground and put it up to her head. "Geez, I wish I could just get this over and done with! But Vicious said specifically to do it this way. Gotta do it this way or I get no funds." He sighed and then his phone rang. Faye looked up when she heard Vicious' voice on the line.
"Have you taken care of it?"
"Yeah, I've used plenty of the juice, but it's taking way longer than it should. Regardless, she'll be out of everyone's way forever, in just a couple of hours." Marco said.
"It can't be sooner?!"
"Nope, she's a pretty strong babe." Marco raised an eyebrow. "This doesn't have anything to do with the score you have to settle with Spike, does it?"
"She means nothing to Spike. I wanted to get her out of my way. If I wanted to meet with Spike, I would threaten Julia's life not hers." Vicious sighed. "Fine, you will be paid for your service."
"Where will I meet you?" Marco looked at Faye. "Sorry, this is personal, babe." He took the call off the speakers. "..........okay, I'll be there......no, there's no need for me to stay here. It will take care of itself." Marco hung up and grabbed his gun. "Later, sweetheart." He kissed her cheek. "Wish I could have gotten to know you better....oh, well." He shrugged and walked out of the door.
Faye's communicator had landed at her feet and Spike's face appeared on the fuzzy, now-cracked screen.
"Faye, are you there?"
Faye managed to move her head and let out a small groan. "Faye, you have to tell me where you are." She tried but she couldn't answer. Then the communicator finally shorted out.
"Spike,...don't....Vicious..." Faye managed to get out in a whisper, but too late to be heard.
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