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Faye was rarely alone since the day she appeared on their door stepped, bruised and beaten five days earlier. Someone was always by her side. Jet had bandaged her well. Her cuts were healing, her left eye was almost its normal size again, her nose had been set. But she hadn't opened her eyes at all since she passed out into Spikes arms. She laid on the yellow couch, unconscious. Every once in a while she would stir, or mumble something in her sleep. Sometimes she would scream and thrash around, needing to be restrained by Spike and Jet to keep from hurting herself.
Ed had sat in the chair opposite from Faye. She rarely moved. she sat, both eyes locked on Faye. Ein laying right beside her always. Ed never left that spot. She barely even blinked.. Spike had never seen Ed so dormant. He wouldn't have believed that this was the same girl if it wasn't for the same red hair and rosy cheeks.
Spike stood in the doorway, with the ever so present cigarette between his lips. He leaned up against the doorway, watching Faye. She was sleeping peacefully at the moment. Spike knew that Jet was eager to get his hands on the person who did this. It was so strange. Everyone, even Faye, considered her just a nuisance. Just someone who took up space and ate all the food. But it was funny how everyone reacted to her being this way. Ed and Ein watched over her, Jet furiously mutilated his Bonsai's, and Spike...well, Spike tried not to care. He didn't want to care, that's for sure. But he just couldn't help hiding in the shadows watching her. He couldn't help joining Ed as she eagerly leaned forward every time Faye's eyes lids stirred then slumping back disappointed when she just rolled her head to the side.
"Come on, Faye." Spike whispered into the darkness. "Your stronger then this."
Spike had to wonder what happened to put Faye in a fit like this. Jet had examined her himself. "Her physical injuries were not enough to put her into a coma like this." Jet had said. "It was more then the physical beatings. Something traumatizing."
Spike knew what Jet was hinting at. A full body examination revealed the worst. Faye had been raped. Not once. But several times. And who knows what else those sick fucks did to her. But Spike wouldn't know until Faye woke up. Then she would lead us to who did this. Then that man would have hell to pay.
Spike felt something heavy fall onto his shoulder. He looked and saw Jet's metal hand. He turned to Jet, who was forcing a smile and carrying two small bowls. He handed one to Spike.
"Something to hold you over." It sounded weird to have Jets scruffy voice try to sound so comforting.
"I don't know If I can eat right now." Spike said quietly. He looked at the bowl of noodles and his stomach churned with hunger. But the lump in his throat would make it impossible to swallow.
"You two have barely eaten anything." Jet said, motioning to Ed. "It won't do Faye any good to starve yourself."
Jet walked into the living area and sat the bowl of noodles down in front of Ed. Ed looked at the noodles, then looked at Jet who gave her a reassuring smile. Ed made no move to take the noodles or return Jet's smile. She just turned her head and continued to watch Faye. Jet sighed, and walked back to over to Spike.
"Kids taking it hard." He said. "She was the only one who showed that she liked Faye. She's really worried. I guess we all are though." Jet looked at his feet. No one had said outloud how they felt. Jet gave Spike a small smile, then patted him on the shoulder and walked off.
Ed was taking it the worst. It was not healthy for a child to be so worked up. As much as Spike talked about how much he hated kids, he was rather fond of Ed. Her positive attitude and lively spirit was exactly what a guy like him needed. Spike left his doorway perch, and walked over to Ed. He playful ruffled her red hair. She looked up at him blankly, then turned back to Faye. He sighed.
"She'll wake up, kid." He tried to sound reassuring but it came out more like he was bored with the whole situation.
"When?" Ed asked. Spike was a little stocked at this. He hadn't heard Ed speak for a few days now. Her voice sounded strained and quiet. It sent chills up his spine. He didn't really know how to answer Ed's question since he didn't know the answer.
"Soon." He said after a long pause. It seemed like a safe answer. Ed said nothing more.
Spike needed to get away from all the tension that filled this room. He gave Faye one last look, and headed for his room. He shut the door behind him, and leaned against the door. He looked around the room trying to make out objects through the dark. He looked down at the mushy cold noodles in the little blue bowl. Before he knew it, there was a loud crash and the mush was sliding down an opposite wall. He stood there, breathing hard, fists lenched. He rarely got so worked up and tense. There were usually only two things that could have this effect on him. Vicious and Julia. But Faye? That was something new. He usually couldn't care less what the hell Faye was up too. And it wasn't the first time he's seen her roughed up. But to see her so broken tore him up inside. This sudden surge of emotion was having an awful effect on him. He walked over to his bed. He kicked off his boots, and stripped off his blue jacket and yellow shirt. He climbed onto his bed, and laid on his stomach and almost instantly feel asleep.
Faye was rarely alone since the day she appeared on their door stepped, bruised and beaten five days earlier. Someone was always by her side. Jet had bandaged her well. Her cuts were healing, her left eye was almost its normal size again, her nose had been set. But she hadn't opened her eyes at all since she passed out into Spikes arms. She laid on the yellow couch, unconscious. Every once in a while she would stir, or mumble something in her sleep. Sometimes she would scream and thrash around, needing to be restrained by Spike and Jet to keep from hurting herself.
Ed had sat in the chair opposite from Faye. She rarely moved. she sat, both eyes locked on Faye. Ein laying right beside her always. Ed never left that spot. She barely even blinked.. Spike had never seen Ed so dormant. He wouldn't have believed that this was the same girl if it wasn't for the same red hair and rosy cheeks.
Spike stood in the doorway, with the ever so present cigarette between his lips. He leaned up against the doorway, watching Faye. She was sleeping peacefully at the moment. Spike knew that Jet was eager to get his hands on the person who did this. It was so strange. Everyone, even Faye, considered her just a nuisance. Just someone who took up space and ate all the food. But it was funny how everyone reacted to her being this way. Ed and Ein watched over her, Jet furiously mutilated his Bonsai's, and Spike...well, Spike tried not to care. He didn't want to care, that's for sure. But he just couldn't help hiding in the shadows watching her. He couldn't help joining Ed as she eagerly leaned forward every time Faye's eyes lids stirred then slumping back disappointed when she just rolled her head to the side.
"Come on, Faye." Spike whispered into the darkness. "Your stronger then this."
Spike had to wonder what happened to put Faye in a fit like this. Jet had examined her himself. "Her physical injuries were not enough to put her into a coma like this." Jet had said. "It was more then the physical beatings. Something traumatizing."
Spike knew what Jet was hinting at. A full body examination revealed the worst. Faye had been raped. Not once. But several times. And who knows what else those sick fucks did to her. But Spike wouldn't know until Faye woke up. Then she would lead us to who did this. Then that man would have hell to pay.
Spike felt something heavy fall onto his shoulder. He looked and saw Jet's metal hand. He turned to Jet, who was forcing a smile and carrying two small bowls. He handed one to Spike.
"Something to hold you over." It sounded weird to have Jets scruffy voice try to sound so comforting.
"I don't know If I can eat right now." Spike said quietly. He looked at the bowl of noodles and his stomach churned with hunger. But the lump in his throat would make it impossible to swallow.
"You two have barely eaten anything." Jet said, motioning to Ed. "It won't do Faye any good to starve yourself."
Jet walked into the living area and sat the bowl of noodles down in front of Ed. Ed looked at the noodles, then looked at Jet who gave her a reassuring smile. Ed made no move to take the noodles or return Jet's smile. She just turned her head and continued to watch Faye. Jet sighed, and walked back to over to Spike.
"Kids taking it hard." He said. "She was the only one who showed that she liked Faye. She's really worried. I guess we all are though." Jet looked at his feet. No one had said outloud how they felt. Jet gave Spike a small smile, then patted him on the shoulder and walked off.
Ed was taking it the worst. It was not healthy for a child to be so worked up. As much as Spike talked about how much he hated kids, he was rather fond of Ed. Her positive attitude and lively spirit was exactly what a guy like him needed. Spike left his doorway perch, and walked over to Ed. He playful ruffled her red hair. She looked up at him blankly, then turned back to Faye. He sighed.
"She'll wake up, kid." He tried to sound reassuring but it came out more like he was bored with the whole situation.
"When?" Ed asked. Spike was a little stocked at this. He hadn't heard Ed speak for a few days now. Her voice sounded strained and quiet. It sent chills up his spine. He didn't really know how to answer Ed's question since he didn't know the answer.
"Soon." He said after a long pause. It seemed like a safe answer. Ed said nothing more.
Spike needed to get away from all the tension that filled this room. He gave Faye one last look, and headed for his room. He shut the door behind him, and leaned against the door. He looked around the room trying to make out objects through the dark. He looked down at the mushy cold noodles in the little blue bowl. Before he knew it, there was a loud crash and the mush was sliding down an opposite wall. He stood there, breathing hard, fists lenched. He rarely got so worked up and tense. There were usually only two things that could have this effect on him. Vicious and Julia. But Faye? That was something new. He usually couldn't care less what the hell Faye was up too. And it wasn't the first time he's seen her roughed up. But to see her so broken tore him up inside. This sudden surge of emotion was having an awful effect on him. He walked over to his bed. He kicked off his boots, and stripped off his blue jacket and yellow shirt. He climbed onto his bed, and laid on his stomach and almost instantly feel asleep.