Protecting the Enemy
- Chapter 6 -
By: Rachel*
Rated: PG-13
Gender: Romance/Drama
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Spike rolled onto his back and a sharp pain shot through him. His eyes shot open to find a ceiling covered in water stains. Spike quickly rolled onto his side and closed his eyes again taking a deep breath and exhaling trying not to make a move. Opening his two-toned brown eyes again he found Faye sitting on a broken chair. One leg was broken in half. She had placed a few books under the leg so it wouldn't rock back a forth. She was asleep. Her arms crossed, cradling her head as she rested them on the bed. He shook his head and smiled lightly. "You sing off key…" He whispered. She couldn't hear him though. In truth he didn't mean it either. He had said it earlier too; Spike wouldn't repeat it to her though.
"Hmm?" Faye yawned, her green eyes drifting open to reveal hazed, confused eyes. She was wearing short yellow jean pants, and a red tank top with a v-neck collar that had a white rim around it. It was tight fitting, and fit her form perfectly.
"Hey." Spike mumbled. Faye sat up quickly and pushed the chair back only to send herself to the ground when the other chair leg cracked, and the books under the other leg fell out.
"Eiiahh!" Faye yelped falling in a heap on the ground. Spike rolled his eyes and sighed flopping onto his stomach. "Oww…" She growled sitting up and looking over at Spike who smirked at her with a mischievous smile on his tanned face. "Hmm… Hey…" Faye sighed, standing and walking into the kitchen and around the corner.
Spike's eyebrows crinkled together as he looked over to the shower to find his wet suit hanging on the shower curtain rod drying. "Did you call Jet?" Spike pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned to the left trying to see her around the corner.
"Oh… I…" Faye bit down on her lower lip trailing off and looked at the ground as she walked back into the room with a glass of water and some Advil in her hand. "I don't have one." She sighed again. "Well, I do. I haven't been able to pay the phone bill. I can go down the street and use the pay phone—"
"What time is it?" Spike sighed stretching his arms into the air and cracking his neck.
"About ten in the morning." She sighed handing him the glass and walking back to the kitchen. "You want something to eat? The people who own the deli down the street are really nice, and let me have some stuff free of charge—"
Spike stood leaving him in his pair of fading work pants. His back throbbed, but felt much better than before. He glanced at Faye as she stopped in her tracks staring at him blankly. "What?" He looked around in question.
She was taken aback by his question and for a moment could say nothing. Her lips fumbled for words but none came. "Food?" She finally managed. "Do you want some food?" Faye blinked a few times and glanced out the fogged window covered with dirt and dust as her cheeks blushed a crimson red.
"Hmm, sure." Spike nodded. "I'll come with you if you want, we don't know if those guys are around here still, or not." He smiled again and Faye stared at him as if he were speaking a foreign language.
"Oh. Sure… If you want." She nodded stilling looking at him oddly. Spike then noted the problem.
"Shirt?" Spike pointed to his bare chest as Faye nodded her head. "Uh, yeah. Do you by any chance…?"
Faye thought over his question a moment and then walked over to her dresser and pulled a crumpled shirt out of the back corner of the lower left hand drawer. She unfolded it, and threw the wrinkled thing at Spike who caught it with effortless ease. "Yeah, it was Nathan's. I used it once when he had spilled his drink on me…" Faye glared at the image in her mind. She stepped over the whole in the wooden floor. Spike frowned in concern and nodded.
"Thanks." He smiled as she he held a Hooters shirt up to his chest. "Uhh…" He started to laugh lightly.
"Yeah, I know." Faye sighed nodding. "I hate it, but that's all I had time to grab… Well, that and… She looked away from Spike again. "A picture… Before I ran away." She smiled and then started toward the kitchen. "Come on. Let's go."
Spike looked at her oddly. 'What was that? That reaction, a picture, of whom? If you want me to protect you, I need to know what I'm getting myself into Faye.' He sighed and pulled the shirt over his head and through his arms. "Coming…" He sighed trudging onward.
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"Hello?" Faye walked into the small corner store to find a little old man sitting in a chair at the checkout counter, and his wife dusting off the magazine shelf. The store was kept well. To the left were a set of tables and chairs for dining, followed by a counter and stools. There were a few isles in the store that held junk food and candies of all kinds. Newspapers and magazines lined along the opposite wall on the right side followed by a series of soda machines.
"Faye, oh hello darling, it's been so long since you stopped by! How are you?!" The old woman seemed around sixty-five years old. She was hunched forward a bit, arthritis starting to take its toll, and she had short, curly gray hair with discolored blue-gray eyes.
"Hello Mrs. Rigs." Faye smiled scurrying over to her and hugging her tightly.
"Faye dear, have you gotten that room fixed up yet, I'm telling you I can help you out if you need—"
"I'm fine; I was just wondering if you might be able to spare some food for my friend and me…" Faye bit down on her lower lip and bowed down her head pointing over to Spike who smiled with a slight wave towards the older couple. Mr. Rigs was similar in looks. His hair was graying; it was shorter than Mrs. Rigs, kept neat. He wore a tattered plaid shirt and gray pants that matched.
Mrs. Rigs pulled Faye into a corner of the store away from Spike and Mr. Rigs. "Honey, where did you find that hunk of—"
"Mrs. Rigs!" Faye's face flushed and she stepped back in shock.
"Fine, don't kiss and tell. Just tell me, is he a nice boy?" Mrs. Rigs glared at Spike eyeing him up. She was a little disturbed by the shirt Spike was wearing, but his eyes told another story.
Faye thought the old woman's words over and nodded. "Yeah, he's a nice boy…" She smirked as she watched Mr. Rigs hop off his chair and walk over to Spike poking him in the side causing him to twitch. 'He's got a ticklish spot.' Faye thought.
"Son, you break my Faye's little heart, and I'll make you wish that you've never been born… I've got a shot gun in the back… I know how to use it too, and don't think I won't." Mr. Rigs glared at Spike with a strong hate. "Where'd you get that shirt?"
"Uhh…" Spike trailed off and smirked lightly. "Faye gave it to me. I got blood on mine when I fell and cut myself, so she gave me her—"
"No need to explain to us Spike." Mrs. Rigs smiled coming up from behind him. Now what do you want to eat. I can make some pretty good pancakes if I do say so myself." She smiled heading for the back door and taking out a box of Bisque.
"You don't have to—"
"Nonsense boy, you sit and we'll cook for the two of you! Trust me you just let us do the work." Mrs. Rigs busied around the kitchen, and within a half hour Spike and Faye were stuffed.
"Thank you so much Mrs. Rigs… I'll pay you back when I can, I promise." Faye smiled taking a sip of a soda she had grabbed from the fridge in the back room.
"Not a problem, I would be happy if you keep a hold of this one here." Mrs. Rigs spoke freely pointing to Spike making his eyes widened in shock a small smile forming on his face as he looked at Faye out of the corner of his eyes.
"Uh!" Faye's cheeks flushed again. "Mrs.… Mrs. Rigs!" Faye stuttered.
"It's true isn't it Faye, you want me to be with you… Don't you?" Spike joked standing and wrapping his arms around Faye's tiny waist and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Mr. Rigs coughed lightly disgusted with Spike's actions. Mrs. Rigs on the other hand was jumping for joy clasping her hands together. "Spike… Shouldn't you call Jet?!" Faye growled elbowing him in the stomach lightly. "We can use the phone, right?" She looked at Mrs. Rigs with hopeful eyes.
"Oh sure sweetie." Mr. Rigs smiled handing Spike the portable phone. He then proceeded to dial the number.
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Jet sat in the couch in the living room biting on his thumb nail as he stared at the TV watching it aimlessly, he was worried sick. Why hadn't Spike or Faye called back yet? Ein wined licking Jet's free hand that was lying next to his tiny body. "Hey buddy, you worried too?" He looked down at the small dog and smiled. Suddenly the phone rang and with lighting fast moves he darted for the phone and answered it just as fast. "Spike?!"
"Hey Jet. We're both fine, sorry we didn't call sooner, we got tied up—" Mr. Rigs coughed in disgust once again. He always thought of Faye as a daughter, and for her to be with a man wearing a Hooters shirt… Well, need we say more?
"Never mind that, I'm just glad you're both okay. Tell Faye to get her things, I'll be by in a little bit to come and get you." Jet looked at his locator and targeted them both from the phone call.
"Okay, we'll be at Faye's, just ask Mr. and Mrs. Rigs when you get here where her apartment is, okay?" Spike smiled looking at Faye waiting for Jet's reply.
"Alright. Be there in a little bit, thanks Spike." He sighed, hanging up the phone. "Well, Ein you want to go on a little ride?" Jet looked down at the tan and white dog who barked in reply.
"Yep, see ya in a few." Spike turned off the phone, and handed it to Mrs. Rigs. "Thank you again, it was nice meeting you." Spikes smiled, only to have Mrs. Rigs run up to him and give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"It was so nice meeting you too, stop by any time, you're always welcome here." She smiled. Mr. Rigs just coughed again.
"Thank you too Mr. Rigs…" Spike smiled looking him straight in the eyes, gesturing to shake his hand.
"Yeah." Mr. Rigs nodded extending his own hand and shaking it.
"Be careful sweetie, call me when you can, okay?" Mrs. Rigs gave Faye a hug and kiss on the cheek as well.
"I will." She nodded. "I'll miss you both." She laughed hurrying over to Mr. Rigs and also giving him a big hug.
"You be careful, and if that guy tries anything funny, you tell me, and I'll teach him a lesson, okay?" Mr. Rigs shot one last glare towards Spike with him in clear view.
Faye laughed a little. "Yeah, I will, promise." She walked over to Spike who waited at the door his soda still in hand.
"Thank you for the food also." Spike sighed. 'They're like parents to her I guess. She seems so different around them.' Spike let his fingers run through his mangled hair and started walking outside taking the door into his hand and holding it open for Faye as she walked out.
Faye looked at Spike from the corner of her eyes. He was still chewing on something he had grabbed at the last second, most likely off of her plate. Spike had eaten all of his food in a matter of minutes, although it seemed like seconds to Faye. She wasn't that hungry, so she had given her food to Spike. "You want to wait out here?" She stopped at the corner of the street and leaned against the brick wall of deli. Looking back to Spike 'I can't believe he hugged me…'
Spike took a look around. Behind them was the alleyway leading to her apartment, across the street was a huge food store, to the left of that was a fairly good sized movie theater, followed by a red light and a series of houses. The streets were already filled with people. Some short, some tall, some on the fairly plump side. Some were merchants with their carts trying to sell useless trinkets to tourists. "We shouldn't stay." Spike looked around the corner store. "No one is around us here," He looked over at the food store and market. "and there are too many people over there. Someone will see us if we stay—"
A gun shot rang stinging the brick wall. Faye's blood ran cold. It had come from the roof of the store. Spike looked up momentarily to find two men with smiles upon their faces. To them, this was just a game of cat and mouse… However, sometimes, if you're not careful, the mice can out smart the cats… "Freeze! Faye, stay there and don't move, we'll shoot if you do!" One man growled.
"Isn't that always the case? Move, and you die… Seems like such a morbid concept." An older voice perked up. Faye's eyes widened and see looked towards the street to find Mr. Rigs holding his shot gun up at the roof. "Now, you two kind gentlemen please put your weapons down, let my Faye, and her friend go, or I'll be the one firing a gun…"
"Mr. Rigs…" Faye's eyes pleated for him to stop as she gripped a hold of Spike's shirt from behind. "Spike, do something…" Faye begged him. 'Do something…'
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