AN: I'm going to be skipping a lot, because the eps between Pierrot Le Fou and Hard Luck Women don't really fit into my storyline, so I'm going to skip around them. ^_^ Warning, sexual themes, and more of my own strange little theories… This time about Faye. ^_~
Disclaimer: I don't own CB or "Fields of Gold" which is by Sting. Don't sue me.
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
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How did it come to this? Three months ago, if you had told me I'd be lying in bed next to Faye Valentine, I would have asked you what crack you were smoking. However, here I am… There she is… and it's definitely a bed I'm lying on… and these are sheets over me.
I somehow doubt that I'm asleep.
How'd this happen? I turned my head and looked at Faye's sleeping face. She was positioned so that my chest was a pillow. I stroked her head absently and stared at the ceiling.
It was a lot slower and more gentle than I imagined it would be. Can you believe Faye was a virgin? It certainly hadn't been what I had been expecting… Though, last time I had sex was about three years ago, and that was only with Julia. Heh… Julia always seemed to enjoy rough sex. It always started like we were desperate for each other… So what do I know?
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So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
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I feel like I've betrayed Julia.
I don't know why… I'll probably never see her again. Hell, she's probably dead by now… If she was being chased like Gren said, then it's highly unlikely she could keep away from Red Dragon for that long… Trying to convince myself she's dead doesn't make the feeling go away though.
I… I think I'm in love with Faye.
But I still love Julia.
Argh! You know, with my luck, I'm going to run into Julia next week on accident and get my ass kicked for sleeping with Faye.
But it felt right.
It still does.
My head hurts.
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Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
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I glanced at her again and carefully slid out from under her. I pulled myself slowly out of the bed and then pulled the blanket up to her chin. I froze as she rolled and mumbled something incomprehensible. After a moment, I pulled on my pants and went into the rec room. I need a cigarette.
Ed was tapping away at her keyboard when I walked into the room, she looked depressed. I blinked.
Ed was depressed? I must be imagining things…
"Hi Spike," she said in a monotone voice.
"Yo," I replied, picking up the pack of cigarettes Jett had left on the table. I pulled one out and lit it. "What'cha doing?"
"Ed was bored, so I decided to surf the 'net," she answered, not looking away from the monitor.
"Oh."
"Where's Faye-Faye?" Ed inquired. Was that a bitter tone? I shook my head and sat down. My mind is playing tricks on me.
"Asleep."
"Ed's bored still." She turned away from the computer console and pushed her goggles up, staring at me with those great, big, golden orbs of hers.
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See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
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"Spike? Do you like Faye-Faye?"
"…Yes..."
"Do you like Ein?"
"…I guess so…" Where was she going with this?
"Do you like Jett?"
"Sure."
"Do you like Ed?"
"Yeah…"
"Do you love Faye-Faye?"
I stiffened.
"…I think so."
"…Do you love Julia?"
"Yes."
"Who do you love more?"
"…"
How do I answer that? Who do I love more?
"Well?" She fidgeted impatiently.
"…I… I don't know…"
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I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold
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"You have to love one of them more…"
"Why are you asking me this?" I took a deep drag off the cigarette and frowned.
"…Ed just wanted to know," she said looking away.
You know, Ed has been acting strange lately… Ever since the 'Pierre the Mad' incident a few weeks back. I wonder what's bugging her?
"Well, Spike doesn't want to talk about it," I snapped, mocking her constant use of third person. She startled at the tone in my voice and then looked at the floor.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. I winced; I hadn't meant to snap at her.
"Me too, Ed. I didn't mean to snap… I'm just… It's just…" I sighed. I didn't even know what it was, how was I going to explain it to her?
"It's okay, Spike. Maybe you should go to sleep."
"Yeah, maybe I should…" I agreed and stood up. "…Goodnight, Ed."
"Goodnight, Spike," she answered as I left the room.
I headed back toward Faye's room. I opened the door quietly and looked in. She was still asleep. I put out my cigarette and then entered the room, closing the door quietly behind me.
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Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
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I slid carefully back into the bed next to her and stared at the ceiling again. You know, it's kinda nice to be in a bed with someone again. Warm, familiar, comfortable… nice. It's a little strange, because I was so used to being alone.
Well, that and the fact that Julia is taller than Faye so it's strange to be in a bed with someone as small as her.
Next to me, Faye mumbled again and rolled over, nuzzling my neck. I closed my eyes and smiled.
I think I could get used to this.
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
