A/N: Hiyaz all! Reviews gewd,gewd! happy happy!
You say Lemons? No lemons here.. lemons are (I think) a little rushed with the story. It's like, "Spike I love you." "I love you too, Faye." then sex, sex, sex. The sex is rushed. It's fine and all, I mean it's part of the courtship of luv, but it doesn't always happen *right* after they find out they love each other. But I read 'em, if they're SpikexFaye ones ^_^ Dag yo... (BTW: Dag yo was from Amp not SSX tricky)
Chapter five: Feng Shue? What the heck is it?
Opening his eyes, Spike woke from a stiff arm. He looked to his right and saw that the woman who was supposedly there was not. He frowned. Looking around he saw that Jet was also up and was already making breakfast.
"So why did you sleep on the couch last night?" he heard the man bellow to him.
Spike yawned and stretched out on the couch, "I was trying to find some food, but I found out there wasn't any.."
"Ed ate it all."
"Yeah, I know."
"That still doesn't answer my question." Jet poked his head out from the kitchen.
"I watched some tv, then fell asleep. What else is there?" Spike got up from his laying position and headed to the kitchen. He eyed Jet uncomfortably as Jet eyed him suspiciously.
"So," Jet said slowly and cocked an eyebrow, "Why was Faye with you? Sleeping in your arms, nonetheless?"
Spike looked up innocently, "She.. was.. drunk."
"Yeah.. so..??" Jet pushed.
"I was only trying to get her to bed-" he stopped as soon as he saw the look in Jet's face, "Not like that Jet!" he snarled, "I was trying to get her to sleep because she was really drunk!"
Jet gave a smug smile, "Yeah, I believe you." and went back to cooking.
Spike sighed, "Seriously Jet, nothing happened. She fell asleep on my shoulder, and I fell asleep when I was watching tv."
Jet gave a small chuckle, "Yeah, yeah. I saw the bottle at the counter this morning. Moonshine," Jet shook his head, "Damn."
A soft groan made both men turn to the person standing by the doorway of the kitchen.
Spike watched Faye slowly walk in, a hand on her head and a very weary look in her eyes; she sat down near the kitchen counter.
"Hangover?" Jet asked.
"A 'big-ass' one." she grumbled and placed her other hand on her head. She took a quick glance at Spike then turned back to her view of the counter.
Wondering why she hasn't said anything to him, Spike spoke up, "Hey, you okay?"
"No, I feel like shit." Faye answered. She suddenly cupped her mouth and ran out of the room.
Spike could hear her rush to the lavatory and shut the door quickly. Both him and Jet shook their heads in disgust as they heard Faye's muffled purging from down the hall.
~
They were once again in Mars; Jet had an important thing to do and was only notified at the last minute. So it was only Spike, Faye, Ed, and the data dog in the Bebop.
Faye was on the couch; laying on her stomach because of the ill racking feeling of her entire body. She layed there, staring at Ed who was on top of the table playing with her computer.
Every now and then, Ed would stop to look at her and ask if she was okay. Faye could only nod that she was, but really she felt as if she was going to die.
"Faye-Faye? What's wrong?" Ed worriedly asked Faye.
Pale-faced and weak, Faye shook her head, "N-nothing's.. wrong.." she said slowly. Suddenly she felt as if she was floating; her stomach churned. Faye groaned and shut her eyes tightly.
Ed pulled to her side, "Faye-Faye! Ed thinks you are sick!" Standing up, Ed touched her forehead lightly and pulled back, "Ow! So hot!" she cried dramatically.
Faye couldn't help but give a small chuckle, "Ed.. I'm okay.."
"Ed doesn't think so." Ed pouted. After a while, she brightened her face, "Ed will get Spike-person, okay Faye-Faye?"
"Ah.. no!" Faye retorted, "You really don't need to-"
Ed already left to get him before she could even finish what she had to say. Faye grumbled and hid her face in the seat cushions; refusing to be examined by Spike.
"Faye, Ed says you're sick?" an all-too-familiar voice asked from above her.
"No, I'm not." she answered back, still facing down on the cushion.
"Ed thinks so! Ed felt Faye-Faye's forehead and Ed's hand was burned!" Ed cradled her hand as if it was injured in some way.
Following after Ed had said this, Spike reached down to feel Faye's forehead.
Faye, who really wasn't in the mood to be questioned for her own health, surprisingly let Spike find out himself if she was sick or not.
"Faye," Spike said softly, "Ed's right, you've got a fever."
Ed threw a celebration, "Ed was right! Ed was right! Faye-Faye has a fever, beaver, weaver!"
Faye gave a soft whine, "I'm not sick!" she denied.
"Yeah you are, Faye, now get up and go to your room. You need to be under the covers." Spike felt like he was a parent; talking a sick woman in denial to go to her room.
"No." Faye tightened her body on the couch, "I don't have to."
[I'm not a mother! Why do I have to go through this?!] Spike shouted in his mind. Forcefully, he took hold of Faye's arms and began to threatingly pull her up, "Faye, if you don't get up, I'll make you get up."
"Don't! I'm gonna throw up if you do!" she protested.
"Then get up!" he jerked her body up once.
"I can't! I'll throw up!" Faye cried out and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
Carefully, Spike bent down and placed one arm under her knees and the other behind her neck.
"I'm not kidding! Stop it!!" Faye felt tears behind her eyes; she wasn't sure why.
Spike grinned at her face as soon as she got her to turn upside. In return, she was angry and serious at the same time; her eyes dangerously rimmed with tears.
Faye looked up at him, "Let me go!" she yelled out.
"Then go to your room." Spike said, still carrying her in his arms, "When I put you down, I want you to go to your room, okay?"
From afar, Ed watched the quarreling between the two go off as if they were children.
"Fine 'mom'." Faye mumbled and was gently placed to her feet. As soon as she was standing up, Faye felt as if she was ready to fall back down; she quickly grabbed hold of Spike's shoulder for support.
Spike watched as the infuriated Faye stand there, holding him for balance, and staring blankly to the floor. He watched as her face paled even more and sweat began to drip down from her head, "Faye?" he asked gravely and placed his hand over hers on his shoulder; she was cold.
"I-I don't think.. " she gave a quick breath, "I can make it to my room.." She felt a wave go through her body and almost knock her down; she hastily reached her other hand up on Spike's other shoulder.
"What the hell's wrong?!" Spike asked, but before she could give him the answer, she fainted into his arms.
~
Sitting near the bedside in Faye's room, Spike sat still watching the woman in the bed struggle in her sleep.
"Is Faye-Faye having bad dreams?" Ed asked from behind him.
He worriedly watched Faye, "I don't know.." Reaching up to the bowl on top of the small desk, Spike took the damp towel inside and placed carefully on Faye's forehead. He tried placing it on without having it falling while she moved around.
Pulling up a chair, Ed sat beside Spike as they both watched Faye mumble and thrash around in her sleep.
"Do you think Faye-Faye is getting hurt in her dream?" Ed asked in wonder.
"I dont' know.." Spike sighed and reached in his front pocket for a smoke. He lighted one up and took a breathe.
Ed still had her eyes on Faye, waiting if she would ever wake up from whatever she was dreaming about.
Spike watched also, half wanting to wake her up now and the other wanting to let her rest even if she was struggling. He watched as Faye began to break cold sweat on her forehead, her hands clinging tight on the sheets, and her face twist in agony. She whimpered softly and mumbled one or two names that were unknown to Spike. He felt sad for her; for whatever she was experiencing in her dream.. or nightmare.
[Why can't I just wake her then?] Spike took a long drag of his cig.
Ed's head shot up to the door, "Jet-person is here." she said.
Spike looked up to Ed, "How do you know?"
Ed continued, "And he's got a friend with him!"
Spike was about to question him again when he heard soft voices past the walls of the room. He looked oddly to Ed, who was grinning ear to ear at him, "You're one weird kid, you know." he stated and stood up, "You stay here with Faye while I go talk to Jet for a while."
Ed nodded and saluted, "Yessss sir!"
Spike ruffled the young girl's head before exiting out the door.
~
Spike walked out to the corridor, hearing two voices in the living room, and wondering how the hell Ed would know that there was another person with Jet; let alone Jet himself was already here.
"Hey.. who's this?" Spike asked as he entered the living room. He eyed the young woman accompanying Jet. She looked up at him with a friendly smile.
When Jet came in, Spike was a little shocked that he was in his underwear (A/N: not 'underwear' literally but the white-T and shorts/boxers.. yea, anyway). Spike took another look at the young woman and noticed that she was wearing only a large white shirt. He gasped at Jet, "What's going on here?!"
Jet looked at him angrily, "What do you mean, what's going on? I'm having company."
"Yeah, what kind?" Spike raised an eye, "She's too young, Jet! Out of all the people in this world, I thought you'd be smart enough not getting involved in things like these!"
Jet, confused, took a moment to think about what he was trying to say. After a minute, Jet looked at him in surprise, "Ya fool! You're thinking to bluntly!"
Spike studied Jet's face; he was serious. "Oh.. well, then nevermind." Spike dug his hands in his pockets.
The young woman laughed at the two. She stood up and introduced herself, "My name is Mayfa."
(A/N again: does anyone know if it is Mayfa or Maifa, or what? I heard Mayfa and Mayfan.. but w/e)
"I'm here to ask Jet for help on finding something called a sun stone." she gave a slight bow to Spike.
"Okay, sorry about that Mayfa. I was only curious." Spike looked back at Jet, "Anyways, Jet. Faye's sick or something."
Jet crossed his arms, "So that's why it's so quiet." he gave a laugh.
Spike ignored his sadistic comment, "Uh-huh, and I might have to take her to hospital later so.."
"Well, if you need to, go ahead. Meanwhile, I have to go help Mayfa find this stone thing." Jet replied.
"Alright, I'll see you later then." Spike turned around to head back to the living room. He raised a hand and waved it backwards, "It was nice to meet you Miss Mayfa."
He heard her giggle, "It was also nice meeting you."
~
Halfway down the hall, Spike heard a call.
"Spike-person!!! Come quick!!" Ed shouted from the door and was waving her arms wildly in the air.
Immedietly, Spike began to run towards her; afraid that something bad has happened. Turning sharply inside, Spike saw what Ed had called him for; Faye was now violently thrashing in her bed and choking out tears.
Hurriedly, Spike came beside her and stood still; he wasn't sure what to do. She was shouting out desperate cries as if she was dying in her dream. Without hesitating any longer, Spike threw his arms around her arms and kept her still, yet she was still fighting and throwing her arms and legs around.
Finally, after a few minutes of holding her down, she began to descend from her fighting and calm down. Spike looked at her, to see if she had stopped completely. Her breathes became soft, and her face was now resting. Spike gave a reassuring sigh; thanking god it was over for him and especially for her.
Then with a sudden jerk, her eyes opened, and she shot up sitting and screamed.
~review pleaze~
On the next chapter:
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Spike: Dude!!! Why'd you leave a cliffhanger?!!
Strife21: Sorri, I'm too busy tonight and I really wanted to get this up. -_-;
Spike: Sure you are...[mumbles] lazy-ass..
Strife21: -hears it-
Spike: `'`O.O;'`!
Strife21: .. do you want me to make that face again? You know.. the one that has "I'll kick your ass" written all over it?
Spike: `'`x.x'` .. no, not really.
Strife21: Well if you don't knock it off, I'm going to.
Spike: ..sorry.
Strife21: U bettah be, foo."
Spike: Word.
Strife21: I'm gonna pop yo ass if u be talkin' shit about me again, ya hear?
Spike: I hear ya, homie. I ain't gonna do dat evah.
Strife21: Good, 'cause I'll pull a puffy at u boi.
Spike: `'`x.x;;;'` ... damn.
Strife21: Chapter six, Feng Shue? What the heck is it? Part 2! I be rapping, yo.
Spike: Dag man, u got skillz.
~laterz, cowboy...~
Spike: By the way, where's Faye?
Strife21: ... i dunno.. where IS she? -thinks thoughtfully-
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You say Lemons? No lemons here.. lemons are (I think) a little rushed with the story. It's like, "Spike I love you." "I love you too, Faye." then sex, sex, sex. The sex is rushed. It's fine and all, I mean it's part of the courtship of luv, but it doesn't always happen *right* after they find out they love each other. But I read 'em, if they're SpikexFaye ones ^_^ Dag yo... (BTW: Dag yo was from Amp not SSX tricky)
Chapter five: Feng Shue? What the heck is it?
Opening his eyes, Spike woke from a stiff arm. He looked to his right and saw that the woman who was supposedly there was not. He frowned. Looking around he saw that Jet was also up and was already making breakfast.
"So why did you sleep on the couch last night?" he heard the man bellow to him.
Spike yawned and stretched out on the couch, "I was trying to find some food, but I found out there wasn't any.."
"Ed ate it all."
"Yeah, I know."
"That still doesn't answer my question." Jet poked his head out from the kitchen.
"I watched some tv, then fell asleep. What else is there?" Spike got up from his laying position and headed to the kitchen. He eyed Jet uncomfortably as Jet eyed him suspiciously.
"So," Jet said slowly and cocked an eyebrow, "Why was Faye with you? Sleeping in your arms, nonetheless?"
Spike looked up innocently, "She.. was.. drunk."
"Yeah.. so..??" Jet pushed.
"I was only trying to get her to bed-" he stopped as soon as he saw the look in Jet's face, "Not like that Jet!" he snarled, "I was trying to get her to sleep because she was really drunk!"
Jet gave a smug smile, "Yeah, I believe you." and went back to cooking.
Spike sighed, "Seriously Jet, nothing happened. She fell asleep on my shoulder, and I fell asleep when I was watching tv."
Jet gave a small chuckle, "Yeah, yeah. I saw the bottle at the counter this morning. Moonshine," Jet shook his head, "Damn."
A soft groan made both men turn to the person standing by the doorway of the kitchen.
Spike watched Faye slowly walk in, a hand on her head and a very weary look in her eyes; she sat down near the kitchen counter.
"Hangover?" Jet asked.
"A 'big-ass' one." she grumbled and placed her other hand on her head. She took a quick glance at Spike then turned back to her view of the counter.
Wondering why she hasn't said anything to him, Spike spoke up, "Hey, you okay?"
"No, I feel like shit." Faye answered. She suddenly cupped her mouth and ran out of the room.
Spike could hear her rush to the lavatory and shut the door quickly. Both him and Jet shook their heads in disgust as they heard Faye's muffled purging from down the hall.
~
They were once again in Mars; Jet had an important thing to do and was only notified at the last minute. So it was only Spike, Faye, Ed, and the data dog in the Bebop.
Faye was on the couch; laying on her stomach because of the ill racking feeling of her entire body. She layed there, staring at Ed who was on top of the table playing with her computer.
Every now and then, Ed would stop to look at her and ask if she was okay. Faye could only nod that she was, but really she felt as if she was going to die.
"Faye-Faye? What's wrong?" Ed worriedly asked Faye.
Pale-faced and weak, Faye shook her head, "N-nothing's.. wrong.." she said slowly. Suddenly she felt as if she was floating; her stomach churned. Faye groaned and shut her eyes tightly.
Ed pulled to her side, "Faye-Faye! Ed thinks you are sick!" Standing up, Ed touched her forehead lightly and pulled back, "Ow! So hot!" she cried dramatically.
Faye couldn't help but give a small chuckle, "Ed.. I'm okay.."
"Ed doesn't think so." Ed pouted. After a while, she brightened her face, "Ed will get Spike-person, okay Faye-Faye?"
"Ah.. no!" Faye retorted, "You really don't need to-"
Ed already left to get him before she could even finish what she had to say. Faye grumbled and hid her face in the seat cushions; refusing to be examined by Spike.
"Faye, Ed says you're sick?" an all-too-familiar voice asked from above her.
"No, I'm not." she answered back, still facing down on the cushion.
"Ed thinks so! Ed felt Faye-Faye's forehead and Ed's hand was burned!" Ed cradled her hand as if it was injured in some way.
Following after Ed had said this, Spike reached down to feel Faye's forehead.
Faye, who really wasn't in the mood to be questioned for her own health, surprisingly let Spike find out himself if she was sick or not.
"Faye," Spike said softly, "Ed's right, you've got a fever."
Ed threw a celebration, "Ed was right! Ed was right! Faye-Faye has a fever, beaver, weaver!"
Faye gave a soft whine, "I'm not sick!" she denied.
"Yeah you are, Faye, now get up and go to your room. You need to be under the covers." Spike felt like he was a parent; talking a sick woman in denial to go to her room.
"No." Faye tightened her body on the couch, "I don't have to."
[I'm not a mother! Why do I have to go through this?!] Spike shouted in his mind. Forcefully, he took hold of Faye's arms and began to threatingly pull her up, "Faye, if you don't get up, I'll make you get up."
"Don't! I'm gonna throw up if you do!" she protested.
"Then get up!" he jerked her body up once.
"I can't! I'll throw up!" Faye cried out and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
Carefully, Spike bent down and placed one arm under her knees and the other behind her neck.
"I'm not kidding! Stop it!!" Faye felt tears behind her eyes; she wasn't sure why.
Spike grinned at her face as soon as she got her to turn upside. In return, she was angry and serious at the same time; her eyes dangerously rimmed with tears.
Faye looked up at him, "Let me go!" she yelled out.
"Then go to your room." Spike said, still carrying her in his arms, "When I put you down, I want you to go to your room, okay?"
From afar, Ed watched the quarreling between the two go off as if they were children.
"Fine 'mom'." Faye mumbled and was gently placed to her feet. As soon as she was standing up, Faye felt as if she was ready to fall back down; she quickly grabbed hold of Spike's shoulder for support.
Spike watched as the infuriated Faye stand there, holding him for balance, and staring blankly to the floor. He watched as her face paled even more and sweat began to drip down from her head, "Faye?" he asked gravely and placed his hand over hers on his shoulder; she was cold.
"I-I don't think.. " she gave a quick breath, "I can make it to my room.." She felt a wave go through her body and almost knock her down; she hastily reached her other hand up on Spike's other shoulder.
"What the hell's wrong?!" Spike asked, but before she could give him the answer, she fainted into his arms.
~
Sitting near the bedside in Faye's room, Spike sat still watching the woman in the bed struggle in her sleep.
"Is Faye-Faye having bad dreams?" Ed asked from behind him.
He worriedly watched Faye, "I don't know.." Reaching up to the bowl on top of the small desk, Spike took the damp towel inside and placed carefully on Faye's forehead. He tried placing it on without having it falling while she moved around.
Pulling up a chair, Ed sat beside Spike as they both watched Faye mumble and thrash around in her sleep.
"Do you think Faye-Faye is getting hurt in her dream?" Ed asked in wonder.
"I dont' know.." Spike sighed and reached in his front pocket for a smoke. He lighted one up and took a breathe.
Ed still had her eyes on Faye, waiting if she would ever wake up from whatever she was dreaming about.
Spike watched also, half wanting to wake her up now and the other wanting to let her rest even if she was struggling. He watched as Faye began to break cold sweat on her forehead, her hands clinging tight on the sheets, and her face twist in agony. She whimpered softly and mumbled one or two names that were unknown to Spike. He felt sad for her; for whatever she was experiencing in her dream.. or nightmare.
[Why can't I just wake her then?] Spike took a long drag of his cig.
Ed's head shot up to the door, "Jet-person is here." she said.
Spike looked up to Ed, "How do you know?"
Ed continued, "And he's got a friend with him!"
Spike was about to question him again when he heard soft voices past the walls of the room. He looked oddly to Ed, who was grinning ear to ear at him, "You're one weird kid, you know." he stated and stood up, "You stay here with Faye while I go talk to Jet for a while."
Ed nodded and saluted, "Yessss sir!"
Spike ruffled the young girl's head before exiting out the door.
~
Spike walked out to the corridor, hearing two voices in the living room, and wondering how the hell Ed would know that there was another person with Jet; let alone Jet himself was already here.
"Hey.. who's this?" Spike asked as he entered the living room. He eyed the young woman accompanying Jet. She looked up at him with a friendly smile.
When Jet came in, Spike was a little shocked that he was in his underwear (A/N: not 'underwear' literally but the white-T and shorts/boxers.. yea, anyway). Spike took another look at the young woman and noticed that she was wearing only a large white shirt. He gasped at Jet, "What's going on here?!"
Jet looked at him angrily, "What do you mean, what's going on? I'm having company."
"Yeah, what kind?" Spike raised an eye, "She's too young, Jet! Out of all the people in this world, I thought you'd be smart enough not getting involved in things like these!"
Jet, confused, took a moment to think about what he was trying to say. After a minute, Jet looked at him in surprise, "Ya fool! You're thinking to bluntly!"
Spike studied Jet's face; he was serious. "Oh.. well, then nevermind." Spike dug his hands in his pockets.
The young woman laughed at the two. She stood up and introduced herself, "My name is Mayfa."
(A/N again: does anyone know if it is Mayfa or Maifa, or what? I heard Mayfa and Mayfan.. but w/e)
"I'm here to ask Jet for help on finding something called a sun stone." she gave a slight bow to Spike.
"Okay, sorry about that Mayfa. I was only curious." Spike looked back at Jet, "Anyways, Jet. Faye's sick or something."
Jet crossed his arms, "So that's why it's so quiet." he gave a laugh.
Spike ignored his sadistic comment, "Uh-huh, and I might have to take her to hospital later so.."
"Well, if you need to, go ahead. Meanwhile, I have to go help Mayfa find this stone thing." Jet replied.
"Alright, I'll see you later then." Spike turned around to head back to the living room. He raised a hand and waved it backwards, "It was nice to meet you Miss Mayfa."
He heard her giggle, "It was also nice meeting you."
~
Halfway down the hall, Spike heard a call.
"Spike-person!!! Come quick!!" Ed shouted from the door and was waving her arms wildly in the air.
Immedietly, Spike began to run towards her; afraid that something bad has happened. Turning sharply inside, Spike saw what Ed had called him for; Faye was now violently thrashing in her bed and choking out tears.
Hurriedly, Spike came beside her and stood still; he wasn't sure what to do. She was shouting out desperate cries as if she was dying in her dream. Without hesitating any longer, Spike threw his arms around her arms and kept her still, yet she was still fighting and throwing her arms and legs around.
Finally, after a few minutes of holding her down, she began to descend from her fighting and calm down. Spike looked at her, to see if she had stopped completely. Her breathes became soft, and her face was now resting. Spike gave a reassuring sigh; thanking god it was over for him and especially for her.
Then with a sudden jerk, her eyes opened, and she shot up sitting and screamed.
~review pleaze~
On the next chapter:
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Spike: Dude!!! Why'd you leave a cliffhanger?!!
Strife21: Sorri, I'm too busy tonight and I really wanted to get this up. -_-;
Spike: Sure you are...[mumbles] lazy-ass..
Strife21: -hears it-
Spike: `'`O.O;'`!
Strife21: .. do you want me to make that face again? You know.. the one that has "I'll kick your ass" written all over it?
Spike: `'`x.x'` .. no, not really.
Strife21: Well if you don't knock it off, I'm going to.
Spike: ..sorry.
Strife21: U bettah be, foo."
Spike: Word.
Strife21: I'm gonna pop yo ass if u be talkin' shit about me again, ya hear?
Spike: I hear ya, homie. I ain't gonna do dat evah.
Strife21: Good, 'cause I'll pull a puffy at u boi.
Spike: `'`x.x;;;'` ... damn.
Strife21: Chapter six, Feng Shue? What the heck is it? Part 2! I be rapping, yo.
Spike: Dag man, u got skillz.
~laterz, cowboy...~
Spike: By the way, where's Faye?
Strife21: ... i dunno.. where IS she? -thinks thoughtfully-
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