Disclaimer: same ol' same ol'. However that will all change soon * laughs
in a very evil manner, all the while plotting world domination *
Author's note: Um.yay! I got reviews, and good ones at that. I'm glad you guys like it so far. And I realize that a lot of you weren't interested before the third chapter, but I think that's because it didn't start out with a lot of F/S. Trust me, its coming. I'm a big Faye/ Spike fan. I just wanted to set the scene. Hope you like this one.
Sorry for the late coming in the chapter. I just moved across the country and haven't really had time to sit down and write. So half was written back home and the other half was written in my new home. * Ugh. Thoughts of being on my own.ugh. * So I'm sorry if it sucks, it was written in different mindsets. READ AND REVIEW
Chapter 4 Deep Thoughts and Deeper Breaths
"Damnit Spike!!" Faye yelled as she quickly wrapped a towel around her and ran out of the bathroom. It had been about a week since her not so happy homecoming, and she was still healing. Her shoulder was still deeply bruised and her ribs still hurt when the she moved too much, but other than that she was pretty much back to her old self. And her shipmates had also returned to their usual selves. She bounded down the hall stopping for a second to catch her breath, and let the small pain in her sides dissipate. At first it had been nice, weird but nice. Jet was actually making good food, and Spike wasn't being as much of an ass. But that all changed yesterday. Her "comrades" started yelling and bitching at her again. Like it's my fault they don't have any money. Faye thought as she made her way to the common room. Spike was sprawled out on the couch as usual, a paper lay over his eyes. His hands were placed behind his head. Even though he couldn't see anything, he knew she was in the room. He could smell her shampoo, at least he hoped it was her shampoo. He really didn't want to think of Jet smelling like some fruit blend. "What are you yelling about now?" Spike said not taking the paper from his eyes. "Look, I don't know how you do it, but some how you always freeze me in the shower." Faye stood at the railing one hand tightly grasping it, the other keeping her towel on. "So stop it!" "I don't know what you're talking about I was here the entire time." Spike said, he took the paper off of his face at the sound of Faye's sigh. He brought his head up to look at her, hoping he wouldn't find her in the same condition he had before. For some reason he had been thinking a lot about that. Every time Faye let out one of her annoyed breaths he kept remembering the gasps and screams from a week ago. "If you don't believe me ask Jet." He turned his head towards the bridge. "Yo! Jet! Did I get up and mess with the water?" "What the hell are you talking about?!" Came Jet's angered voice. "How the hell would I know what you did?!" "See." Spike said looking back to Faye with a big smile on his face.
"See, what?" Faye said tightening her grip on the railing. "He didn't say anything." She let out another deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her head fell down and she looked down at the grating floor beneath her bare feet. She took in a quick breath, it was a little painful, she gasped it in fully. Spike's smile faltered but she didn't see it, he sat up on the couch. Faye looked up again, still pissed and still wearing a towel. Spike hadn't noticed the towel before. His eyes lingered for a second and after meeting Faye's they went to his pack of cigarettes on the table. "I don't know why I bother. Maybe I should go and get myself beaten up again. That seemed to make you guys like me for a while." Faye turned and left the room, she wanted to put clothes on, it was cold. Spike's head snapped back to where she had been standing. He watched her walk away, and part of him wished she hadn't. Damnit Spike! Faye is Faye. Faye is not some one to have feelings for. Faye is someone to torture and make fun of. After that rousing session of self assurance Spike lit up a cigarette and went back to staring at the inside of his eyes.
"Check this out." Jet said coming into the common room. Spike was sitting on the couch staring at the computer, looking for a good bounty. Faye was sitting on the chair opposite filing her nails. She felt better sitting, it didn't stretch her wounded ribs at all. Her freshly washed jeans and shirt were still warm from the dryer and her hair was still in a towel. "What's up." Spike said not looking away from the computer. Jet put the paper in front of the screen. Spike grabbed it and held it close to his face. "Some one caught Johnny Nikos." Jet said putting his hands on his hips. Faye jumped out of the chair and ran over to the couch, grabbing the paper on the way. She landed a little hard and paid for it, with a loud rush of pain. "Careful, Faye." Spike said moving over a little on the couch to give her some room. "Oh, shut up Spike. There is plenty of room on the couch for both of us." Faye said waving him off. "Huh?" Spike said. He hadn't meant the couch space, he meant the damage she was doing to her already hurt body. He shook his head a little, and moved over some more, acting as if she had been dead on with her assumption. "Thought you would want to know." Jet said leaving the room again. Spike looked over Faye's shoulder and read the paper. Johnny Nikos, this was the first time he saw what the bastard actually looked like. He was big, a lot bigger than he had expected. Spike looked at the long list of crimes the guy had committed. Burglary, arson, murder.rape. The last one caused Spike to look at Faye. Her eyes must have read the same thing, she looked distant. Her eyes were glazing over and her hands were tightening on the paper. "Faye." Spike said, he brought his hand up and was about to put it on her shoulder. At the last minute he rethought that move and put it back down. He took a deep breath. "I thought you would be happy." "I wanted to get the bastard. I wanted to hurt him. I still do." Faye said still looking at the paper. "You want to go up against him again?" Spike said. "Unbelievable Faye. Will you ever learn? Did you read the stuff this guy has done? Over twenty murders in the last four years. Countless rapes. Do you know how lucky you were to get away from this guy with the injuries you had? You could have been." "Don't you think I know that!" Faye cut him off, slamming the paper on the table. She stared at the her knees and her hands fisted on top. "I don't think you do. Do you really want to end up dead, Faye." Spike said leaning toward her a little. "Sometimes." Faye said in barely a whisper of a voice. Spike moved a little closer to her. "Oh who the hell am I kidding. No, I don't want to end up dead. I just want you to stop thinking of me as some inept, helpless woman." "Trust me, I would never call you helpless." Spike said with a smirk. "Now, inept." "Shut up." Faye said with a slight smile. Spike smiled widely and before he knew what he was doing he put his hand on her shoulder. Faye looked at him, and then to his hand, and then back to his eyes. He was still smiling. Then Spike noticed his hand on her shoulder, he looked at it, and then back to Faye's blank eyes. Both of them seemed to inhale a deep breath at the same time. His smile faded, but he kept his hand on her shoulder. "I don't think you're inept, Faye. You could just think more about your actions." His hand was still on her shoulder, his eyes boring holes into hers. "And you think about everything you do?" Faye said. Her eyes quickly looked to the hand on her shoulder, and then went back to his. "Everything." Spike said. He slid his hand down off of her shoulder and down the back of her arm. Just as they both opened their mouths to say something the ships alarms started going off, and lights were flashing everywhere.
"What the hell is going on?!" Spike yelled as he ran up to the bridge where Jet was franticly pushing buttons. "We're being boarded!" Jet said getting up out of his chair, pulling out his gun. "What!?" Faye asked as Jet ran by her. Spike followed in suit, his gun out. He gave Faye a shrug of his shoulders and bounded down the stairwell. Faye sighed and pulled her gun following the two men to the hangar. The three of them stood at the metallic door waiting for whoever it was to come out. Faye was standing beside Spike, her gun raised and ready. The shipped shook violently and the three of them went slamming into the walls. Faye hit her shoulder off of a pipe and let out a small scream. Spike turned around and found her grabbing her shoulder with her gun hand. "You alright?" Spike asked moving a step closer to her. "Fine." Faye said in her normal voice. "Just hit it on the bruise. Keep your head on whoever is in there. Stop worrying about me. I got your back." "I know." Spike said returning his gaze to the door. The sounds of the hangar doors closing were heard loud and clear by the three bounty hunters on the other side. Jet nodded at Spike and Faye, and then put his hand up to the button to open the door. They all raised their guns ready to shoot anything that moved. The door opened and they rushed in, Spike taking a crouching position beside a box, Jet doing the same on the other side of him, and Faye taking the position in the middle. She had a clear path to the door behind her just in case. The three waited, guns ready, but nothing came out. There was a new ship in the hangar, but no one was there. "Must still be in the ship." Jet whispered over to them. The two men got off the ground and the three of them made their way slowly toward the ship. Suddenly the ship's hatch opened in a cloud of smoke. A loud bark was heard. The three looked to one another and then back to the ship. "No way." Spike said. "It couldn't be." Faye said. "Oh man." Jet said, as a figure formed in the smoke. "ED IS BAAACCKK!!!!" came an all too familiar voice from the intruder ship.
Faye was sitting in her chair again, nursing her newly sore ribs from the hug Ed had given her. Jet was sitting on the couch taking up Spike's job of looking for bounties. Ein was sitting at his feet sleeping. Spike came threw the kitchen door holding two cups of steaming hot liquid. He walked slowly, not because of the scalding liquid, but because of the small form of Ed attached to his leg. She had attached herself to his leg after giving Jet and Faye hugs. Spike tried to shake her off for ten minutes then gave up figuring sooner or later she would get bored. That was twenty minutes ago. "Here" Spike said handing out one of the cups to Faye. She looked up and smiled, not really catching his eyes. She was feeling a bit weird about what happened on the couch earlier, and instead of confronting it, she decided to hide in a corner. Well, on a chair, staring out into space, but it worked just the same. "Thanks." Faye grabbed the cup and readjusted herself into the chair. Spike just stood there looking at her for a minute, wondering what was wrong. Finally he rolled his eyes and went to sit on the couch next to Jet. "Anything look good?" Spike asked sipping his coffee. HE looked down at Ed snuggling her face to his leg and slammed his head back on the cushion. He smiled in spite of himself. It was nice having Ed back, no matter how weird the kid was or how much he said she bugged him, she was part of the crew. The family. And what a messed up family it was. He looked over at Faye without moving his head. She had been looking at him, but her head quickly snapped back out the window as their eyes met. Spike's head snapped up, looking at her. There was a small tint of a blush on her cheeks. "Spike-person, Ed is happy you are not gone." Ed was still snuggling her face to his pant leg. "Thanks Ed, me too." Spike said ruffling her wild red hair. "You think you could let go now?" "No. Ed is not letting go of Spike-person until Ed is good and ready." She tightened her hold on his leg. Faye giggled a little from the chair. Jet gave a snort of a laugh. "Hey, check this guy out.oh wait, never mind. He's dead." Jet said slumping back onto the palm of his hand. "I give up for the night, I'm going to my room." Spike watched as Jet retreated defeated out of the room. "Come on Ed, let go." He started to shake his leg again, more violently as time went on. "Ed. Now." "I don't think she's listening." Faye said walking past the chair to the kitchen. Spike looked down at his leg and sure enough Ed was sleeping. He rolled his eyes and looked at his cup. Suddenly it hit him. He held the cup over Ed's form and poured the rest of its contents on her. Ed jumped up and ran around the room, yelling. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWch." Faye who had come out of the kitchen smiled and then frowned at the man smiling on the couch. "Spike-person burnt Ed." "Geez, Lunkhead you could have really burned her." Faye said putting her hands on her hips. She smiled a little at the small discomfort on his face and walked towards the door. Spike looked down at his pant leg, and frowned. "See, Ed, he's sorry." Faye said looking at him and then to Ed who was hanging upside down from the ceiling. "Lunkhead, Lunkhead, lunkhead.LUNKHEAD!!!" Ed began chanting from the kitchen. "I got my pants all wet." Spike said brushing the pant leg. Faye just let out another sigh and left the room. Spike got off the couch and moved to follow. All of a sudden he felt a searing splash of water. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Faye heard the yell in the hallway, she thought about going back, but decided against it. Ed came running out of the room. "Ed likes this game, Spike-person's turn." She yelled behind her.
After changing Spike had gone looking for Faye, he wanted to talk to her. He finally found her on the observation deck sitting across from Ed. Both of them had their eyes closed and were breathing deeply. Spike just kind of looked at them for a while with a slowly smile forming on his face. He picked up a glass of water that was sitting on the stool beside him, and walked over in front of Faye. "Don't even think about it." Faye said opening one eye and looking up at Spike. He was holding the cup right over her head. "What?" Spike asked putting on his innocent face. "Spike-person, Ed and Faye-Faye are trying to think." Ed said from behind him. "It looked more like you were sleeping." "Ed learned this from father-person. Sit for hours taking DEEEEP BREATHs." Ed started moving her hands around in the air. "CLEAR THE MIND." "So if you don't mind." Faye said closing her eyes again. She had been thinking about Spike, probably too hard. He was weird that way, if you thought about him enough, he would just show up. She was beginning to have those 'not just friends feelings' again. But the way he was acting it looked like he was too. Deep breath. It was getting on her nerves. If he did feel something why didn't he tell her? Or was they destined to have this torturous relationship for the rest of their lives? Deep breath. Could I live with it if that was the case? What else can I do.go and tell him. Deeper breath. I could talk to Jet. Laugh. Deep Breath. Maybe I should talk to Spike. Faye opened her eyes and looked over at Ed. Ed had taken up a position standing on her head. She was sleeping. "Who knew that would actually help." Faye said to the sleeping form of Ed. She pushed on her leg as she left the room, knocking the child off of her head to a curled up position on the ground. "Now where is that Lunkhead."
In the hangar bay Spike sat with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and an exasperated look. He let out a deep sigh and looked around the hangar bay making sure he was alone. When he was satisfied he closed his eyes, and began to think. This is so stupid. Deep breath. Ed and her crazy ideas. Why does Faye think this will help? Deep Breath. Why does Faye think half the things she does will help? Going out and getting beaten to a pulp. What did that help? Nothing. Deep breath. What is with me lately? All I seem to think about is her. I'm just worried about her that's all. Worried that she'll go out and do something stupid again. Get herself beat up.or worse. Like I did. Deep breath. Damnit. Deeper breath. What if its more than that? What if its not just worry? Deeper breath. Maybe I can talk to Jet. Laugh. Deep Breath. I should talk to Faye. Spike opened his eyes and looked around the hangar. He put his hands in his pockets as he stood. "Who would have guessed?" he said to no one. He then made his way out of the hangar and went on a search for Faye. He made sure he had a whole pack of cigarettes, they would need them.
Author's Note: That's all for Chapter four. Stay Tuned for THE TALK, and a new bounty.and plenty of new problems.
Author's note: Um.yay! I got reviews, and good ones at that. I'm glad you guys like it so far. And I realize that a lot of you weren't interested before the third chapter, but I think that's because it didn't start out with a lot of F/S. Trust me, its coming. I'm a big Faye/ Spike fan. I just wanted to set the scene. Hope you like this one.
Sorry for the late coming in the chapter. I just moved across the country and haven't really had time to sit down and write. So half was written back home and the other half was written in my new home. * Ugh. Thoughts of being on my own.ugh. * So I'm sorry if it sucks, it was written in different mindsets. READ AND REVIEW
Chapter 4 Deep Thoughts and Deeper Breaths
"Damnit Spike!!" Faye yelled as she quickly wrapped a towel around her and ran out of the bathroom. It had been about a week since her not so happy homecoming, and she was still healing. Her shoulder was still deeply bruised and her ribs still hurt when the she moved too much, but other than that she was pretty much back to her old self. And her shipmates had also returned to their usual selves. She bounded down the hall stopping for a second to catch her breath, and let the small pain in her sides dissipate. At first it had been nice, weird but nice. Jet was actually making good food, and Spike wasn't being as much of an ass. But that all changed yesterday. Her "comrades" started yelling and bitching at her again. Like it's my fault they don't have any money. Faye thought as she made her way to the common room. Spike was sprawled out on the couch as usual, a paper lay over his eyes. His hands were placed behind his head. Even though he couldn't see anything, he knew she was in the room. He could smell her shampoo, at least he hoped it was her shampoo. He really didn't want to think of Jet smelling like some fruit blend. "What are you yelling about now?" Spike said not taking the paper from his eyes. "Look, I don't know how you do it, but some how you always freeze me in the shower." Faye stood at the railing one hand tightly grasping it, the other keeping her towel on. "So stop it!" "I don't know what you're talking about I was here the entire time." Spike said, he took the paper off of his face at the sound of Faye's sigh. He brought his head up to look at her, hoping he wouldn't find her in the same condition he had before. For some reason he had been thinking a lot about that. Every time Faye let out one of her annoyed breaths he kept remembering the gasps and screams from a week ago. "If you don't believe me ask Jet." He turned his head towards the bridge. "Yo! Jet! Did I get up and mess with the water?" "What the hell are you talking about?!" Came Jet's angered voice. "How the hell would I know what you did?!" "See." Spike said looking back to Faye with a big smile on his face.
"See, what?" Faye said tightening her grip on the railing. "He didn't say anything." She let out another deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her head fell down and she looked down at the grating floor beneath her bare feet. She took in a quick breath, it was a little painful, she gasped it in fully. Spike's smile faltered but she didn't see it, he sat up on the couch. Faye looked up again, still pissed and still wearing a towel. Spike hadn't noticed the towel before. His eyes lingered for a second and after meeting Faye's they went to his pack of cigarettes on the table. "I don't know why I bother. Maybe I should go and get myself beaten up again. That seemed to make you guys like me for a while." Faye turned and left the room, she wanted to put clothes on, it was cold. Spike's head snapped back to where she had been standing. He watched her walk away, and part of him wished she hadn't. Damnit Spike! Faye is Faye. Faye is not some one to have feelings for. Faye is someone to torture and make fun of. After that rousing session of self assurance Spike lit up a cigarette and went back to staring at the inside of his eyes.
"Check this out." Jet said coming into the common room. Spike was sitting on the couch staring at the computer, looking for a good bounty. Faye was sitting on the chair opposite filing her nails. She felt better sitting, it didn't stretch her wounded ribs at all. Her freshly washed jeans and shirt were still warm from the dryer and her hair was still in a towel. "What's up." Spike said not looking away from the computer. Jet put the paper in front of the screen. Spike grabbed it and held it close to his face. "Some one caught Johnny Nikos." Jet said putting his hands on his hips. Faye jumped out of the chair and ran over to the couch, grabbing the paper on the way. She landed a little hard and paid for it, with a loud rush of pain. "Careful, Faye." Spike said moving over a little on the couch to give her some room. "Oh, shut up Spike. There is plenty of room on the couch for both of us." Faye said waving him off. "Huh?" Spike said. He hadn't meant the couch space, he meant the damage she was doing to her already hurt body. He shook his head a little, and moved over some more, acting as if she had been dead on with her assumption. "Thought you would want to know." Jet said leaving the room again. Spike looked over Faye's shoulder and read the paper. Johnny Nikos, this was the first time he saw what the bastard actually looked like. He was big, a lot bigger than he had expected. Spike looked at the long list of crimes the guy had committed. Burglary, arson, murder.rape. The last one caused Spike to look at Faye. Her eyes must have read the same thing, she looked distant. Her eyes were glazing over and her hands were tightening on the paper. "Faye." Spike said, he brought his hand up and was about to put it on her shoulder. At the last minute he rethought that move and put it back down. He took a deep breath. "I thought you would be happy." "I wanted to get the bastard. I wanted to hurt him. I still do." Faye said still looking at the paper. "You want to go up against him again?" Spike said. "Unbelievable Faye. Will you ever learn? Did you read the stuff this guy has done? Over twenty murders in the last four years. Countless rapes. Do you know how lucky you were to get away from this guy with the injuries you had? You could have been." "Don't you think I know that!" Faye cut him off, slamming the paper on the table. She stared at the her knees and her hands fisted on top. "I don't think you do. Do you really want to end up dead, Faye." Spike said leaning toward her a little. "Sometimes." Faye said in barely a whisper of a voice. Spike moved a little closer to her. "Oh who the hell am I kidding. No, I don't want to end up dead. I just want you to stop thinking of me as some inept, helpless woman." "Trust me, I would never call you helpless." Spike said with a smirk. "Now, inept." "Shut up." Faye said with a slight smile. Spike smiled widely and before he knew what he was doing he put his hand on her shoulder. Faye looked at him, and then to his hand, and then back to his eyes. He was still smiling. Then Spike noticed his hand on her shoulder, he looked at it, and then back to Faye's blank eyes. Both of them seemed to inhale a deep breath at the same time. His smile faded, but he kept his hand on her shoulder. "I don't think you're inept, Faye. You could just think more about your actions." His hand was still on her shoulder, his eyes boring holes into hers. "And you think about everything you do?" Faye said. Her eyes quickly looked to the hand on her shoulder, and then went back to his. "Everything." Spike said. He slid his hand down off of her shoulder and down the back of her arm. Just as they both opened their mouths to say something the ships alarms started going off, and lights were flashing everywhere.
"What the hell is going on?!" Spike yelled as he ran up to the bridge where Jet was franticly pushing buttons. "We're being boarded!" Jet said getting up out of his chair, pulling out his gun. "What!?" Faye asked as Jet ran by her. Spike followed in suit, his gun out. He gave Faye a shrug of his shoulders and bounded down the stairwell. Faye sighed and pulled her gun following the two men to the hangar. The three of them stood at the metallic door waiting for whoever it was to come out. Faye was standing beside Spike, her gun raised and ready. The shipped shook violently and the three of them went slamming into the walls. Faye hit her shoulder off of a pipe and let out a small scream. Spike turned around and found her grabbing her shoulder with her gun hand. "You alright?" Spike asked moving a step closer to her. "Fine." Faye said in her normal voice. "Just hit it on the bruise. Keep your head on whoever is in there. Stop worrying about me. I got your back." "I know." Spike said returning his gaze to the door. The sounds of the hangar doors closing were heard loud and clear by the three bounty hunters on the other side. Jet nodded at Spike and Faye, and then put his hand up to the button to open the door. They all raised their guns ready to shoot anything that moved. The door opened and they rushed in, Spike taking a crouching position beside a box, Jet doing the same on the other side of him, and Faye taking the position in the middle. She had a clear path to the door behind her just in case. The three waited, guns ready, but nothing came out. There was a new ship in the hangar, but no one was there. "Must still be in the ship." Jet whispered over to them. The two men got off the ground and the three of them made their way slowly toward the ship. Suddenly the ship's hatch opened in a cloud of smoke. A loud bark was heard. The three looked to one another and then back to the ship. "No way." Spike said. "It couldn't be." Faye said. "Oh man." Jet said, as a figure formed in the smoke. "ED IS BAAACCKK!!!!" came an all too familiar voice from the intruder ship.
Faye was sitting in her chair again, nursing her newly sore ribs from the hug Ed had given her. Jet was sitting on the couch taking up Spike's job of looking for bounties. Ein was sitting at his feet sleeping. Spike came threw the kitchen door holding two cups of steaming hot liquid. He walked slowly, not because of the scalding liquid, but because of the small form of Ed attached to his leg. She had attached herself to his leg after giving Jet and Faye hugs. Spike tried to shake her off for ten minutes then gave up figuring sooner or later she would get bored. That was twenty minutes ago. "Here" Spike said handing out one of the cups to Faye. She looked up and smiled, not really catching his eyes. She was feeling a bit weird about what happened on the couch earlier, and instead of confronting it, she decided to hide in a corner. Well, on a chair, staring out into space, but it worked just the same. "Thanks." Faye grabbed the cup and readjusted herself into the chair. Spike just stood there looking at her for a minute, wondering what was wrong. Finally he rolled his eyes and went to sit on the couch next to Jet. "Anything look good?" Spike asked sipping his coffee. HE looked down at Ed snuggling her face to his leg and slammed his head back on the cushion. He smiled in spite of himself. It was nice having Ed back, no matter how weird the kid was or how much he said she bugged him, she was part of the crew. The family. And what a messed up family it was. He looked over at Faye without moving his head. She had been looking at him, but her head quickly snapped back out the window as their eyes met. Spike's head snapped up, looking at her. There was a small tint of a blush on her cheeks. "Spike-person, Ed is happy you are not gone." Ed was still snuggling her face to his pant leg. "Thanks Ed, me too." Spike said ruffling her wild red hair. "You think you could let go now?" "No. Ed is not letting go of Spike-person until Ed is good and ready." She tightened her hold on his leg. Faye giggled a little from the chair. Jet gave a snort of a laugh. "Hey, check this guy out.oh wait, never mind. He's dead." Jet said slumping back onto the palm of his hand. "I give up for the night, I'm going to my room." Spike watched as Jet retreated defeated out of the room. "Come on Ed, let go." He started to shake his leg again, more violently as time went on. "Ed. Now." "I don't think she's listening." Faye said walking past the chair to the kitchen. Spike looked down at his leg and sure enough Ed was sleeping. He rolled his eyes and looked at his cup. Suddenly it hit him. He held the cup over Ed's form and poured the rest of its contents on her. Ed jumped up and ran around the room, yelling. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWch." Faye who had come out of the kitchen smiled and then frowned at the man smiling on the couch. "Spike-person burnt Ed." "Geez, Lunkhead you could have really burned her." Faye said putting her hands on her hips. She smiled a little at the small discomfort on his face and walked towards the door. Spike looked down at his pant leg, and frowned. "See, Ed, he's sorry." Faye said looking at him and then to Ed who was hanging upside down from the ceiling. "Lunkhead, Lunkhead, lunkhead.LUNKHEAD!!!" Ed began chanting from the kitchen. "I got my pants all wet." Spike said brushing the pant leg. Faye just let out another sigh and left the room. Spike got off the couch and moved to follow. All of a sudden he felt a searing splash of water. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Faye heard the yell in the hallway, she thought about going back, but decided against it. Ed came running out of the room. "Ed likes this game, Spike-person's turn." She yelled behind her.
After changing Spike had gone looking for Faye, he wanted to talk to her. He finally found her on the observation deck sitting across from Ed. Both of them had their eyes closed and were breathing deeply. Spike just kind of looked at them for a while with a slowly smile forming on his face. He picked up a glass of water that was sitting on the stool beside him, and walked over in front of Faye. "Don't even think about it." Faye said opening one eye and looking up at Spike. He was holding the cup right over her head. "What?" Spike asked putting on his innocent face. "Spike-person, Ed and Faye-Faye are trying to think." Ed said from behind him. "It looked more like you were sleeping." "Ed learned this from father-person. Sit for hours taking DEEEEP BREATHs." Ed started moving her hands around in the air. "CLEAR THE MIND." "So if you don't mind." Faye said closing her eyes again. She had been thinking about Spike, probably too hard. He was weird that way, if you thought about him enough, he would just show up. She was beginning to have those 'not just friends feelings' again. But the way he was acting it looked like he was too. Deep breath. It was getting on her nerves. If he did feel something why didn't he tell her? Or was they destined to have this torturous relationship for the rest of their lives? Deep breath. Could I live with it if that was the case? What else can I do.go and tell him. Deeper breath. I could talk to Jet. Laugh. Deep Breath. Maybe I should talk to Spike. Faye opened her eyes and looked over at Ed. Ed had taken up a position standing on her head. She was sleeping. "Who knew that would actually help." Faye said to the sleeping form of Ed. She pushed on her leg as she left the room, knocking the child off of her head to a curled up position on the ground. "Now where is that Lunkhead."
In the hangar bay Spike sat with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and an exasperated look. He let out a deep sigh and looked around the hangar bay making sure he was alone. When he was satisfied he closed his eyes, and began to think. This is so stupid. Deep breath. Ed and her crazy ideas. Why does Faye think this will help? Deep Breath. Why does Faye think half the things she does will help? Going out and getting beaten to a pulp. What did that help? Nothing. Deep breath. What is with me lately? All I seem to think about is her. I'm just worried about her that's all. Worried that she'll go out and do something stupid again. Get herself beat up.or worse. Like I did. Deep breath. Damnit. Deeper breath. What if its more than that? What if its not just worry? Deeper breath. Maybe I can talk to Jet. Laugh. Deep Breath. I should talk to Faye. Spike opened his eyes and looked around the hangar. He put his hands in his pockets as he stood. "Who would have guessed?" he said to no one. He then made his way out of the hangar and went on a search for Faye. He made sure he had a whole pack of cigarettes, they would need them.
Author's Note: That's all for Chapter four. Stay Tuned for THE TALK, and a new bounty.and plenty of new problems.