Protecting the Enemy
- Chapter 2 -
By: Rachel*
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Faye started to wander around the ship aimlessly. She attempted to mend her arm, but stopped when a sharp pain penetrated into her shoulder down to her fingertips. 'Darn it.'
Spike opened the door. He floated in gingerly into the room thanks to the light gravity from the engine room. The device helped keep the ship from spinning out of control, and kept them on course; but in the three rooms of the ship, surrounding the engine room you were able to feel as light as a feather and technically float, but would then glide back down within a moment or so.
In his arms were the gauze Jet had given him and a few cotton balls to help seep up any blood when the wound would bleed. Spike looked up as he glided down the steps and onto the metal grate floor to find a beautiful pair of green eyes staring at him with a childish curiosity from the other side of the room. "Can I help you?" Spike raised an eyebrow when he noticed she wasn't looking away.
"No." Faye replied flatly spitting out her cigarette and putting it out with her foot.
"Ouch…" Spike flinched, whining in pain as he sat down on a step and started to wrap the tan colored cloth around his back.
Faye stared again watching him. He was clearly pained with every wrap of the thin, cloth casing. She sighed closing her eyes and shaking her head as she jumped lightly into air and as if she were on the moon bounced right over to Spike. "Here, let me do it."
"I don't need your help." He glanced back at her his brown eyes filled with a hurtful, pained look.
Faye ignored his comment and stole the train of tan cloth from his hand and proceeded to wrap it around him with a gentle touch. "At least let me help you wrap your wounds…" Faye mumbled shaking her head as she felt Spike's body tense when she accidentally put pressure on one of the deeper cuts. "I… Sorry." Faye sighed, but Spike didn't reply.
Spike didn't know why, but he let Faye wrap his back up, not knowing if it was for better, or for worse. "So, why are they after you?" Spike broke the silence as Faye finished up, his voice echoing though the room.
"I," Faye paused bighting down on his lower lip. "one of them was my fiancée… Or at least I was that to him. He forced me into marrying him; either that or he said he'd kill me. I had no other choice. You see, I'm known to some people as the Ace of Spades, I can remember every hand in any card game, and can cheat you out of all most any game unnoticed." Faye smirked at the thought
"I slipped up one night, Nathan caught me; I had already cheated him out of a thousand bucks… As long as I married him he wouldn't kill me he said, I fallowed along with it. But one night I couldn't take him, or his brother and I ran away. I was working there, at the bar, for the past six months, and they hadn't found me yet. Until today that is." Faye cringed at the thought of Nathan's lips forced against hers and blocked it out of her mind.
Spike looked at her with darkened eyes. He seemed to be in a deep thought, not blinking, looking away, or even making the slightest movement. 'She's been through a lot…' Faye looked at him blankly and whacked him across the head a second later. "Quit staring pervert!" She hissed as Spike fell off the step and onto his stomach yelling out in pain as he bent his index finger on his left hand backwards.
"Who said I was looking down your shirt, you can't see anything anyway!" He hissed back holding his finger in pain and storming off.
"Ohh!" Faye growled, blushing as she attempted to pull up her undershirt a little just in case.
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"Looks like you two are hitting it off…" Jet chuckled as Spike stormed into the kitchen and flopped down in a wooden chair, next to a matching small kitchen table. Grinding his teeth together and holding back a yell as he slammed his back into the backing of it.
"Just back off, you have no idea…" Spike glared as he heard her soft foot steps coming from behind. "What do you want now dominatrices?!" He hissed glaring at her.
"To make you disappear really… But, did you put any clothes out for me Jet?" Faye looked past Spike ignoring the gritting sound of his teeth and tightly clenched fists.
"No, have Spike get them for you… Their in his room still." Jet just smirked as they both shot a hateful look towards him.
"Erra! I shouldn't have even saved you…" He growled.
"Clothes please…" Faye snapped waiting for him to get up.
"Get um yourself hag—" Spike was cut off with the sharp slap of her hand leaving a dark red mark on his face as she stormed off down the hall in search of Spike's room. 'Why you…' Spike brought his hand up to his face in pain as he stood.
"Heh, that'll teach you…" Jet chuckled again to himself.
"Whose side are you on anyway?!" Spike growled.
"I'm neutral in this fight, sorry kid." Jet smirked again as Spike's jaw seemed to collapse to the ground and his face went blank.
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"That lunk-head!" Faye growled as she burst into a bed room and slammed the door shut. There was a small twin sized stuffed into the back corner of the room. It was unmade, the comforter half falling off. The walls were a dingy smoke gray. He had a dresser in the other corner, clothes scattered throughout and cigarette butts lay around a cracked glass ashtray. 'This is… Less than appealing…' Faye cringed at the ungodly sight. "What am I saying, it's Spike… The lunkhead who doesn't know his left foot from his right." Faye scuffed as she tiptoed into the room and opened the cleanest looking drawer with the greatest of ease.
"Get out!" Spike shouted opening the door to find the devil woman opening his drawers and fumbling through his things.
"You said to get my clothes myself, that's all I was doing!" She hissed back her green eyes turning an evil blackish color.
"I didn't actually mean for you to do that!" Spike threw his hands into the air.
"Well, you should specify those sorts of things!" She let him walk over to the drawer and he pulled out a small pair of ripped sweat paints that now seemed to be shorts, and a faded blue sweatshirt.
"There, now get out…" Spike shoved them into Faye's arms and turned her around putting his hands on her back avoiding her shoulders and pushing her out.
"Spike wait—" The door slammed in her face and she heard him curse over and over again banging his fist into something and then hearing him flop down into his squeaky bed. "Sorry..." Faye frowned sighing in defeat. She looked down at the clump of clothes in her arms. 'Not something I would normally wear but it'll do.' Faye turned away and walking silently into a room Jet had left for her…
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"Erra, stupid, stupid, stupid!" Spike hit his fist into the drawer and grabbed a picture from it. Peering down he looked at a half burned picture of himself, a girl with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and someone else, but you couldn't make them out from the burns. Spike glared at the burned half, letting the picture fall from his fingertips as he walked over to the bedside and fell onto his bed. 'Julia…'
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Faye sat down trying to ignore the spring poking her butt as she laid back and looked at the dust covered ceiling. Less than amused she sat up and looked at her dresser. She found two towels and a wash cloth left by Jet along with a water proof wrapper, to put around the gauze so she wouldn't get it wet in the shower or bath. She smiled lightly. One of her few memories, was of a light pink shower with black tiles on the lower half of the walls, and white plaster on the upper half. 'My memory…' Faye shook her head and began to undress as she blocked every thought from her mind.
A few moments later she opened the door and looked around before stepping out and tiptoeing to the bathroom a large towel around her body. Walking in she the door behind her carelessly. 'Just as long as the lunk-head doesn't see me I'll be fine…'
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Spike sat up pushing the picture under his bed with his foot blindly letting his hand run through his tangled looking, mop of pine-green hair. Yawning he stretched his arms into the air pulling them down quickly when his stitches pulled at his wounds and seemed to rip away at his skin. Frowning, he managed to pull off his white tank top, leaving him in a pair of fading tan sweatpants with a large amount of his chest covered with the tanned gauze.
Faye stepped into the hot shower, the water running down her body as she turned and faced the shower head. Smiling she closed her eyes letting go of the tension she had built up, beginning to relax.
Spike grabbed his towel off the floor, rolled it up placing it around his broad shoulders, and opened his bedroom door, thoughtlessly walking out and opening the bathroom door.
Faye's heart wrenched and every bone in her body tensed up as she looked over, through the blurred shower Curtin. Sure enough she found the green haired lunk-head staring at a cilaweted figure of her. His face remained blank and he closed his eyes, turning around quickly facing the hallway. "You should really learn to lock the door…" Spike murmured still standing there not making any notion that he was leaving.
Faye's blood began to boil as she sat down quickly in a corner of the shower bringing her knees to her chest, and closing the shower curtain more, if possible. "Get, get out now…" Faye's face turned bright red and her body began to shiver as the hot water missed her body.
Spike smirked again shaking his head. Suddenly hearing her muffled crying. "I…" Spike wrinkled his eyebrows in concern.
"Please… Just… Just go…" She stuttered as she pictured fists hitting her and throwing her into walls. Her body shuttered at the very thought.
"Fine, I will." With that Spike walked out shutting the door behind him. 'Guess I would act like that too, if I was her…' Spike closed his eyes placing them behind his head and began to whistle lightly heading back to his room. "I'll just take a quick nap before dinner's ready."
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Faye screamed as Nathan slapped her across the face and threw her into a nearby wall. He had been drinking. "Nathan, please stop!" She shouted trying to back away from him.
"Shut up! I told ya I wouldn't kill ya! I never said anything about not hurtin' ya!" He slurred with his speech trying to strike her again, but Faye dodged it.
"Erra, get away!" She screamed one last time grabbing a single picture on her bedside and running out of the room Nathan not far behind.
"Even if you get away… I'll be a huntin` for ya Faye!" He laughed losing balance and staggering into a wall.
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Spike now laid on his bed again, staring up at the ceiling that wasn't the prettiest looking thing in the word… But it would do for now. "Erra!" He sat up abruptly looking down at his feet meagerly a scowl forming on his face. 'I won't think about her, I won't think about her, I won't, I won't, I won't!' He shouted in his mind again standing and walking over to his door and walking into the hall in a huff.
"What's wrong?" Jet was walking down to his room silently suddenly disturbed from his peace but the loud thuds of an opening and closing door.
"That, that, that…" Spike trailed off as she opened the bathroom door a towel wrapped around her small frame tears falling from her emotion filled green orbs. Spike did not speak, instead he pointed to Faye's room as she darted in closing the behind her.
"Heh, her beauty is getting to you?" Jet snickered nudging Spike.
"Haa, that's a laugh…" Spike shook his head. "I need to work out or something…" He yawned stretching his arms into the stale scented air this time without pain. 'Now that I think about it, I still have that stupid headache.'
Walking down the lightless hall, Spike paused again hearing the muffled cries from Faye again. Turning to look towards her room again he thought about walking over and seeing how she was. Then his thoughts failed him and he shook them away with an angry scuff and walked on, opening the hatch into the light room, where once again he felt more like a feather than a human being… And across the way into a small window filled area revealing the blackest sky there was, space. Dotted with millions of little lights some billions of years old, if not older.
Beginning to stretch by razing his arms over his head and cracking his neck, shoulders, and back before turning on the radio; he pulled off his t-shirt leaving him in a white beater. Ignoring the pain of his back and head he continued his daily workout. "Because maybe … You're gonna' be the one that saves me… And after all, you're my wonder wall…" Spike sang to Oasis's, Wonder-Wall, trailing off as he kicked his punching bag ducking its fall back with ease.
Faye had gotten dressed and brushed her dark violet hair. She had waited for Spike to leave the hallway before she made her way along the same path he had gone and now stood in the doorway in silence, not moving, barely even breathing. She didn't know what she was doing there, let alone why she was still on his hunk of metal that they called a ship… Yet still she stood there just watching Spike as he hit his fists repetitively into the red punching bag and every now and then listening to him as he sang to the lyrics of a song he liked. She continued to watch silently, her eyes growing heavy with time. Faye sat down letting her back and legs relax against the doorway. The slight noise still remained unheard by Spike as he sang once again to the radio's tune.
Spike continued to attack the red bag until his body grew weak. He walked over to his radio across the room and switched off the station as it announced that it was six-thirty at night. He had been working out for almost three hours… 'That's more then usual. Who knows maybe I'll actually get some sleep tonight!' Spike smirked at his thoughts as he turned to the doorway to find a small figure laying in there, fast asleep her head resting on her arms. 'How long has she been there?' Spike bent down putting a few stray pieces of hair behind her ears and watching her as she had him for a few minutes or so. "Guess you're as tired as I am…" Spike shook his lanky head whipping away the trickle of sweat as it began to roll down his tanned face.
Moving her tiny frame into a sitting position wasn't as hard as Spike thought it would be as she stirred in her sleep mumbling something like lunk-head, or some other crude insult towards Spike. 'Lunk-head?' Spike frowned slightly shaking his head as he proceeded to carry her into her temporary room.
"Spike, dinner's ready." Jet came around though the light room to find his friend carrying Faye in his arms her head falling back, mouth wide open. She snored lightly sending a slight smirk to Spike's face.
'Not the most lady-like person in the world is she…' He shot a glare towards Jet his expression urging him to stay quiet.
"I thought you didn't like her…" Jet chuckled again shaking his head.
"Did I say I liked her? I just can't leave her sleeping in the doorway. Besides, she's been though enough just by the sounds of what's she told me." Spike sighed again as she mumbled something like stop, get away from me.
"Fine, let her sleep I'll make her a big breakfast in the morning." Jet once again let his hand run meagerly though jet-black and somewhat curly hair.
"Whatever, I'm just going to take her to her room…" Spike sighed making sure he had a good hold on her before he continued his troublesome task.
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"Sir, we've located Faye and that bodyguard of hers." A fairly tall man with dark red hair spoke, making his amber colored eyes stick out. "She's just outside the planet's atmosphere, the ships docked not far from here; you want us to get her now?" He spoke over an intercom hooked up to his Zip Craft. In all there were three of them, four men per ship.
"No… Let her think she's at peace for a day or so, and then we shall catch them off guard." Michael called out laughing with a sinister smile on his pasty colored face.
"Uh…" The man's face darkened and he shook his head trailing off from his words and thoughts. "Yes sir." He hit the off switch cutting off the annoying sound being drilled into his mind. 'Are we doing the right thing? Why does it have to be her, I mean I've known her my whole life and now its come down to this? How hypocritical we are to judge people, listening to them; saying that we will help them, and then going off and stabbing them in the back, are we wrong? Am I fighting for a fruitless cause?'
©2002 Rachel Smith
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