Protecting the Enemy
- Chapter 5 -
By Rachel*
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Web Address: Http://Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.netsite
- Here is the long awaited Chapter 5!! ::screams echo through the streets:: 0.o' Heh… Enjoy! I explain Spike's relationship with Julia a little more, and have a little bit of cuteness I think with Spike and Faye… It'll get better next chapter! PROMISE!! -
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Spike's breathing was staggered and growing weaker. Faye sank back down as she wrapped her belt back around her waist. 'He can't be that far if I can hear him breathing…'
Spike still laid out cold the cloud of dust settling, leaving a small layer of mud over top of his limp body.
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Spike laughed as he took a sip from the drink filled glass. "Please Vicious, you can't play pool for your life, and you challenge me?" Spike smirked at his friend.
"I'm not that bad…" Vicious laughed. "Anyway I thought I'd help you impress that set of watching eyes behind you." Vicious glanced at a girl with long, wavy blonde hair and the darkest blue eyes you had ever seen.
Spike turned around to meet her gaze a blush on his cheeks that was returned the same way, by the girl. Spike winked at her causing her eyes to widen in shock. "You're on Vicious." Spike chuckled.
"Hmm, how'd I guess? I don't know though… She seems like the type of girl who would have an attitude." Vicious sighed.
"The only reason I say I don't like that type of girl is so I don't go off falling in love with one, and then end up losing them…" Spike hissed keeping quite as he readied his pool stick and got ready to aim.
"Really, does that apply to your hate of kids and pets as well?" Vicious took a swig of his beer and smiled at the girl across the room that moved to a closer table with a group of her friends.
"Do me a favor, and shut up…" Spike smirked shaking his head as he hit the white ball sending three others into pockets along the pool table…
"Fine, I understand how it is… If it's going to be like that from now on." Vicious started talking in a squeaky, girlish voice, and almost got his eyes to water.
"Will you stop acting like your ga—" But Vicious cut him off.
"Don't you dare act like nothing ever happened! I hate you Spike, I'm leaving you!" Vicious could hardly hold back his spits of laughter as the girl suddenly seemed disappointed, and shocked at the same time.
"Vicious?!" Spike growled.
"I'm messing with your mind man, chill out and let's play some pool." Vicious laughed letting his hands run though his shoulder length main of silver-gray hair.
"I'll never fully understand how that mind of yours works." Spike shook his head. Glancing back over to where the girl was… He noticed that she had disappeared. "Where the…?" Spike trailed off. Turning to Vicious, he then saw her. She had appeared out of nowhere, as if hidden in the walls.
"I'm right here." The girl answered his question. Blushing slightly Spike managed a hello and then went back to his pool game.
Vicious felt a jolt of jealousy shoot though him making his blood boil in a strong rage. He had never felt like this before, he didn't like it, and yet he did at the same time. 'This could complicate things… A lot…'
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"Spike, Spike if you can hear me say something!" Faye yelled. She looked around franticly, just hoping the Nathan's men didn't find him first.
"Hmm…" Spike moaned waking up for his unconscious state. "Faye…" Spike mouthed, the words barely leaving his lips.
"Spike, I'm coming!" Faye shouted back. Spike could barely hear her. Lose of blood was getting to him. Everything sounded murmured. 'Sounds like that teacher on the stupid cartoon show that was on TV… Charlie something…' Spike managed a smirk.
Faye turned on the flash light Jet had left for them. She didn't care if one of Nathan's men saw it anymore. She was more scared about being let alone… Relief fell over her the second she saw his fallen mound. Smiling she caught herself in the act. "Faye… Go…" Spike murmured falling unconscious again.
"Like hell…" Faye smugly remarked bending down and turning off the flash light leaving them in almost total blackness. The only light from their masks letting them see each other barely. "Can you walk?" Faye whispered.
Spike opened his eyes again to look at the blurry figure in front of him. "Does it look it?" He hissed letting his head fall back onto the silt covered ground.
"Well, you're gonna try it anyway." Faye managed to drag him up into a standing position, her left arm going around his back causing Spike more pain then less, but kept him awake. Spike glared at her slightly then wrapping his other arm around Faye's shoulders.
No one was coming yet. Had they given up? They couldn't have could they? "Spike… We need to tell Jet what's happened. How do I switch radio channels?
"Don't… They're probably tracing our signals… He can manage. We'll find a way to contact… Later…" Spike flinched.
"You need to go to a hospital…" Faye whispered.
"No." Spike growled. "I'll be fine; I just have to get out of this thing." He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Faye who seemed almost worried about him. 'Great… The last thing I need is for her to be risking her life for me…'
"Take off you weight belt. The docks are right above us. We'll have to be careful when we reach the surface." Faye breathed.
"Right…" Spike sighed. His vision he could swear was growing worse by the second, and at this rate he would through up before even considering removing his weight belt. Faye frowned becoming impatient and quickly pulled the release tab on Spike's belt, along with her own and together they floated to the surface.
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Faye inhaled the fresh air as she tore off her helmet, letting it fall to its watery grave. Spike glanced at her from the corner of his darkened eyes. 'Its just like it was back then…' Spike removed the thought from his mind inhaling and turning onto his back so he could stay afloat. The water went into his ears disrupting his hearing but he still heard the muffled words of Faye.
"Hang onto my arms we'll get out, then we have to make a run for it." Faye's words seemed distant, his eyes kept on fluttering shut.
Spike sighed complying as they reached a bank a few feet away. Faye kept a hold of his left hand barely keeping his head above water. She didn't care if they saw her or not. She was going to get Spike somewhere safe. 'When did keeping us alive, turn into just keeping Spike alive? When did my mind suddenly give up all other thoughts? I just met him… I don't even know Spike well enough, to even consider…' Faye trailed off as she dragged him out of the water.
"Ahh!" Spike cried out in pain as he fell onto his back. Faye dark green eyes widened as she quickly forced him onto his stomach.
"It's just a little further…" Faye growled bending down and letting her fingers run though his wet locks of green hair. "You'll have to walk…"
"I can't, keep going get somewhere safe and contact Jet…" Spike breathed he felt like was going to be sick again.
"Oh well, you're coming with me!" Faye hissed grabbing him by his arms and standing him up wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Ahh!" Spike shouted his back seeming to tear away at him. Spike gritted his teeth together and started the long, endless walk. Looking behind him… No one was there; those guys were gone, for now at least.
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"Sir, they got away." Nathan gritted his teeth in anger placing down his pawn. He had been playing chess against himself, trying to pass time by, and relive some stress. It wasn't working.
"What, do you mean by that?!" Nathan boomed, his anger growing by the second.
"Well, sir; that man who was with her, we can't confirm it, but we think he's dead. Faye however, got away. If you want I could have some men sent out to her apartment within the twenty-four hours."
Nathan hit his fist into a near by wall putting a hole in the plaster. "Very well then… Make sure she comes back safe, and unharmed."
"Yes sir." The man mumbled exiting the room.
"Erra!" Nathan bellowed throwing the chess board into a window. "Damn you!" He pulled at his amber hair and grabbed his wooden chair throwing it to the left of him into a wall breaking it.
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Faye opened her door with the kick of her foot and hobbled into the small, musty apartment. "Here we are…" Faye sighed walking him past the kitchen, and sitting area, into her bedroom.
"Hmm…" Spike mumbled his eyes closing tightly as she let Spike fall onto Faye's tattered mattress. He landed on his stomach. "Uhh!" He let out a low cry of pain Faye collapsing down next to him on the floor.
"I'm never carrying you again…" Fay mumbled sighing into the wooden floor. It was a small apartment that was for sure. Once you entered, directly to your left was the kitchen. A small counter, with a sink, drying rack, two hanging cabinets, and a small kitchen table, with a metal folding chair. To your right was a TV with a cracked screen, it was rendered useless… A small couch with the springs poking out of it sat directly across against a wall, the color looked like it was once blue, but now only resembled a faded gray. The paint was pealing everywhere, and every now and then you would find a hole in the water logged floor. Spike glanced around. To his right he could see a rusting tub with a broken shower head, and then there was the bedroom, the nicest part of the place. At least you could sleep on the bed.
"I told you to… Leave me behind." Spike sighed out every word; he kept on finding it harder and harder to breathe.
"Stop talking. I have some stuff that will make you go to sleep; I'll dress your wounds after you take some…" Faye stood, and rang out her violet hair, droplets of water dancing onto the floor. "You haven't lost that much blood, your bodies just not used to the shock…"
Spike managed a nod of the head and let his head rest in his arms. 'My bodies not used to the shock, there's something I don't hear every day…' He smirked. 'You have no idea what I've been through…'
Faye sighed walked exhaustedly towards the kitchen barley missing the hole to the left of the entry way into her bed room. Yawning she opened the cabinet, the door almost fell off, but she managed to catch it mid fall and reattach it. Grabbing a bottle of pain killers, and a Benadril she opened her fridge and peered in to find a half empty water bottle, some stale milk, that was resembling cottage cheese, and a gun without any bullets. She had kept it in there for emergencies. Grabbing the water container, she grabbed the one glass she owned and filled it up taking a quick sip before heading back over to the bed. "Roll onto your side…" Faye whispered.
Spike moved his head to look at her and nodded again complying to her demand. Faye smiled a little. "I can't hold the glass…" Spike grumbled embarrassed.
Faye sighed. "Open your mouth…" Faye set the glass of water onto a nightstand and opened the two bottles taking one of each pill out. "The pain killer will relax your mussels, and the Benadril with stop any infection, reduce swelling, and make you go to sleep within a half hour." Faye mumbled as Spike opened his mouth and she put the pills into his mouth. Faye grabbed the glass and poured some water into Spike's mouth allowing him to swallow the pills. "You want any more?"
Spike rolled back over onto his stomach the bed squeaking. "No, thanks though…" Spike sighed pulling Faye's pillow closer so he wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
Humming to an old song Faye remembered from a forgotten past, she walked over to a small closet and grabbed three towels, on for herself, one for Spike to dry off with, and the other to clean up any blood from his wounds. Spike uttered something Faye couldn't make out as he closed his eyes sleep already taking over him. "What did you say?" Faye spoke in a hushed tone, but loud enough so that Spike could hear her as she tossed one of the towels onto his head and patted his head a little.
Spike smirked, he didn't want to repeat those words. "Never mind…" Spike closed his eyes again and began to fall into a deep sleep as Faye sat down next to him and unzipped the back of his wet suit to view the damage done on his back. 'Julia used to sing that song all the time…' Spike thought to himself.
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"Spike… Are you feeling better?" A voice whispered into his mind. Spike's eyes flickered open again to find a woman with long locks of blond hair sitting next to him.
"Julia… Yeah, much better." He smiled taking a hold of her hand. "I'll get you out of this, I promise, we'll make it out of here alive, and then…" Spike flinched as he stretched out to take her hand. "…we will be able to really start living, living a fairytale, a dream worth living." Spike smiled when her cheeks reddened.
"That sounds like a plan to me." She laughed standing up and going over to a near by window, in the white hospital room. She began to sing a song, it was very fait, and Spike had problems hearing what she was saying.
"What's that song called?" Spike whispered.
"Julia…" She murmured. Spike smiled letting his head face forwards so he could look up at the ceiling.
"Julia…" Spike whispered nodding slightly. He sat up and walked over to her wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and letting his head rest on her shoulder, his face against hers.
"Spike, you should still be in bed, your arm—" Spike turned her around kissing her full on the lips.
"I love you."
See You Space Cowboy…
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©2002 Rachel Smith.
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