As Spike dejectedly walked to his room, Faye flew through space, thinking that if she went fast enough she could outrun thoughts of Spikes good-bye kiss.
She absentmindedly stroked her cheek where his lips had touched. Her hand flew away from the spot as she brought it down with a bang on her dashboard.
Damnit Spike! She thought. Just when I thought I could leave it all behind, forget it all, then YOU have to come in and screw things up. She rubbed her temples in frustration. If I get a migraine, I'm turning right back around to kill you lunkhead. She sat still for minute, just watching stars and meteors fly past. Why did he do that? Does he...? No. Like I said before, he's too hung up on Julia. Grr! What a lunkhead! Can't he just get over her?
Why do you care? Came a tiny voice inside her heart. I don't! I don't, I don't, I don't. But what if HE did? What if he does care? What if.....
Faye bit her lip as she allowed her next thought.
...I care? Do I? I don't! She sighed tiredly as she let all thoughts slip from her mind. She hadn't gotten any sleep since she left the bar yesterday afternoon. She yawned, rubbing her eyes. Hang on Faye, almost there. She knew exactly where she was going, and she could only hope there were bars there.
She landed on the rocky terrain, surveying the landscape for a sign of civilization. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she leaned back in her seat.
"No, Faye, gotta....find somewhere...get cramps if ya sleep in the....Zzzzzz....."
~Faye was in the hammerhead, the day she brought Gabby to her first casino and got her kidnapped in the same day. She looked over at Gabby, seemingly homely donned in her blouse and pleated skirt of that day next to Faye's outfit. Gabby's face was timidly whispering skepticism, and finally eased out her concerns on Faye's last comment.
"Maybe for you, Faye things are like that, but, I don't think Jet is like that....or Spike either. They've both lost women who they loved, I think that counts for something, right?"
Faye scrunched up her face in thought as she tried to explain.
"Well, yeah, but they're still men on the inside. See...the stuff I just said is about MEN. Some where out there, there is a person for everyone else. Like a soul mate or some shit like that. Whether you find that person is entirely up to you, but there is someone out there who you are destined to spend your whole damn life with. See, with Spike and Jet obviously weren't meant to be with Julia and what's her face-"
"Alisa." Gabby said softly.
"Yeah, whatever, but it just wasn't meant to be. Spike is hung up over that fact, see?"
Faye looked back to the windshield, and she could feel sadness pitting deep in her stomach. She fought back a deep sigh and glanced at Gabby, who was taking her time to think things over. She did that a lot, Faye thought.
"Well, what about you, Faye?"
Faye turned to Gabby.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you think you'll ever find your 'soul mate'? There's a lot of people out there."
"I get around, I'll find him someday......"~
Faye slowly opened her eyes that were screaming their protesting to the bright sunlight streaming through her windshield. She sat up and winced as she felt the cramps that had worked their way into her muscles. Toldja so, she thought grimly. She stepped outside, stretching out her aches and snapped her head up as she remembered her dream. Sitting down on a rock, she looked at the blue sky and thought about it.
Hmm, she thought. I remember that day. She stood up and walked away from the ship. Out there somewhere... What if he isn't? What if I never find him? That was just a load of shit, anyway. I just said it to make Gabby feel better. And to steer her away from Spike....BECAUSE she really loved Jet. Yeah. Well, it worked. She sighed and walked back to her ship. Doesn't matter. I don't need anybody anyway. I'm fine all by my self.
Faye climbed into her ship and flicked it on.
"I need a drink. Now where do they keep the bars in this ant-farm..."
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Spike blinked, rubbing the sleep from his eyelids. A clock next to his bed shone at him with 4:39 PM. Damn, he thought. I slept long. Figures. I didn't get to bed until around five. He sat up, thinking about what had happened. Oh well. She's gone. Where's my cigarettes? I'm hungry.
As he got out of bed and pulled on his clothes, he felt a pang of sadness. The feeling stopped him in his tracks. Uh-uh. No way. I am NOT feeling this for Faye. The feeling was sickeningly familiar. Last night, when he had stopped Faye it had hit him full force. And the kiss. Why the hell did I do that? He shook his head and walked out the door down the hall to the kitchen, expecting to find Gabby and Jet in there.
Finding no one cooking anything, he searched the fridge for some food. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, he wracked his brains for some kind of excuse for his actions last night. Spontaneous....uh, yeah. Didn't mean anything. Nope. Nothin' at all. He walked back to his room, wondering why he had gone to the kitchen in the first place.
He patted himself down for cigarettes. I love Faye. He lit one, slowly inhaling. Do I? He sat on his bed, calmly taking in all the feelings and questions he had hid in a closet in the back of his mind, never intending to let them out. Do I really feel for Faye? Or is it just the physical attraction? I mean Faye is, well, Faye. Do I really LOVE Faye? Yes.
The answer came swift and without warning. Spike lay back on his bed, blowing smoke fluidly through his lips. I'm not fighting myself on this one. So, I love Faye. Hn, wonder why I didn't realize it before. Julia...
He shook his head. That's over and done with, no use dwelling over the past. But she's gone... No! I'm not gonna let this one get away. He sat up and walked over to the wall that abutted Jet's. I gotta talk to Jet...
He heard thumps and bounces coming from Jet's squeaky mattress through the wall. He swore he could hear giggles too. Spike's face turned red as he thought, never mind. I don't want to interrupt. I DEFINATLY don't want to interrupt. I'm leaving.
He slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked in the opposite direction of Jet and his rooms towards the hatch.
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Gabby lay on Jet's bed with her head on his chest, his arms around her, exhausted. Edward was bouncing on the bed giggling and grinning at Gabby and Jet. They had been up since six o' clock that morning, and hadn't been able to get a moment's peace all day, courtesy of Ed. They didn't even have a chance to give the vichyssoise a shot. Finally, when Ed had cheerfully sat down at her computer when Gabby had asked her to search for a new brand of dog food for Ein, Gabby and Jet had found tranquility in his room, immediately falling asleep on his bed. Fifteen minutes later, Ed awoke them by deciding to see how high up she could jump.
Ed, Gabby thought, you have to love her. She felt Jet's chest fall and rise slowly and steadily. She looked up into his face to find he was asleep. She grabbed one of Ed's ankles, causing the girl to trip and almost fall off the bed.
"What did Gabby-Wabby do that to Edward for?" Ed asked, pouting.
Gabby held a finger to her lips.
"Shhh. Jet's gone to sleep, let's let him rest okay? C'mon", she extended a hand to Ed, "let's go make some cookies."
"Cookies!"
"Shh!"
"Cookies!" Ed whispered, and zoomed out the door down the hall to the kitchen.
Gabby gently lifted Jet's arms off her and kissed him on the cheek. Leaving she vaguely wondered to herself if Faye had gotten home last night. She stopped in the hallway. Where is Spike? I haven't seen him all day... Oh well. She shrugged he shoulders. I shouldn't worry about him. Maybe he's gone out to look for Faye? He was really worried about her last night. She smiled to herself, and continued her walk into the kitchen, only to find Edward falling off a chair, trying to get to the chocolate chips Gabby had placed on the highest shelf, finding that if they were placed anywhere else, Edward would eat them in one day. Since she came onto the ship she had noticed that Edward had a real passion for chocolate chips and anything involving them. She remembered the first time she had invited Edward to make cookies with her, mainly to escape the embarrassment of her first incident with Jet.
~Ed stood looking at Gabby with wide eyes, and Gabby thought she understood. Ed did exactly what Gabby said, but when it came to the chocolate chips, Ed dumped the whole bag into the large bowl, and started stirring frantically with a wooden spoon Gabby had produced from her apron pocket.
"Um, Ed honey?"
"Yes yes?"
"That's a lot of chocolate chips."
"Yes yes! Lotso choco!"~
She smiled again and caught Ed, just as she was about to hit the floor as she climbed up onto the counter, which she had discovered was the only way for her to reach the upmost shelves, and grabbing the bag of chocolate chips, hopped back down and got out her utensils, all thoughts on Spike or Faye gone.
A/N: Hiya! Thanks going out to all my loyal reviewers and people who read this story, I love you all! Anywho, moo, (you know ((as cowgirl already knows (((hi!))))) my AIM moos every time I send a message or someone sends me a message, just thought of that) I asked my great aunt Wanda, and she doesn't speak much english, so maybe it's her fault, but what I MEANT for Gabby to say was, 'My DARLING Jet, you ARE a kitchen god.' I know it sounds stupid know, but whatever ^-^ And Blooknaburg, chicken?? If you feel left out, I must be stranded, because I have NO idea what you were talking about. Sorry it took me kind of a long time to make this chapter, but I STILL haven't had much time for anything other than this stupid project. And you know what? I've fond that I can't open it up form school!! So, I'm going to have to pull some strings-or get an F. And SushiGirl, I don't know if you're even reading this story, but as I already told you, I read your story, and I LOVE it!! Whew, this is really long. Oh! And Nami, I'm e-mailing you right now!! Love you all!! Big smooches, ^.^
She absentmindedly stroked her cheek where his lips had touched. Her hand flew away from the spot as she brought it down with a bang on her dashboard.
Damnit Spike! She thought. Just when I thought I could leave it all behind, forget it all, then YOU have to come in and screw things up. She rubbed her temples in frustration. If I get a migraine, I'm turning right back around to kill you lunkhead. She sat still for minute, just watching stars and meteors fly past. Why did he do that? Does he...? No. Like I said before, he's too hung up on Julia. Grr! What a lunkhead! Can't he just get over her?
Why do you care? Came a tiny voice inside her heart. I don't! I don't, I don't, I don't. But what if HE did? What if he does care? What if.....
Faye bit her lip as she allowed her next thought.
...I care? Do I? I don't! She sighed tiredly as she let all thoughts slip from her mind. She hadn't gotten any sleep since she left the bar yesterday afternoon. She yawned, rubbing her eyes. Hang on Faye, almost there. She knew exactly where she was going, and she could only hope there were bars there.
She landed on the rocky terrain, surveying the landscape for a sign of civilization. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she leaned back in her seat.
"No, Faye, gotta....find somewhere...get cramps if ya sleep in the....Zzzzzz....."
~Faye was in the hammerhead, the day she brought Gabby to her first casino and got her kidnapped in the same day. She looked over at Gabby, seemingly homely donned in her blouse and pleated skirt of that day next to Faye's outfit. Gabby's face was timidly whispering skepticism, and finally eased out her concerns on Faye's last comment.
"Maybe for you, Faye things are like that, but, I don't think Jet is like that....or Spike either. They've both lost women who they loved, I think that counts for something, right?"
Faye scrunched up her face in thought as she tried to explain.
"Well, yeah, but they're still men on the inside. See...the stuff I just said is about MEN. Some where out there, there is a person for everyone else. Like a soul mate or some shit like that. Whether you find that person is entirely up to you, but there is someone out there who you are destined to spend your whole damn life with. See, with Spike and Jet obviously weren't meant to be with Julia and what's her face-"
"Alisa." Gabby said softly.
"Yeah, whatever, but it just wasn't meant to be. Spike is hung up over that fact, see?"
Faye looked back to the windshield, and she could feel sadness pitting deep in her stomach. She fought back a deep sigh and glanced at Gabby, who was taking her time to think things over. She did that a lot, Faye thought.
"Well, what about you, Faye?"
Faye turned to Gabby.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you think you'll ever find your 'soul mate'? There's a lot of people out there."
"I get around, I'll find him someday......"~
Faye slowly opened her eyes that were screaming their protesting to the bright sunlight streaming through her windshield. She sat up and winced as she felt the cramps that had worked their way into her muscles. Toldja so, she thought grimly. She stepped outside, stretching out her aches and snapped her head up as she remembered her dream. Sitting down on a rock, she looked at the blue sky and thought about it.
Hmm, she thought. I remember that day. She stood up and walked away from the ship. Out there somewhere... What if he isn't? What if I never find him? That was just a load of shit, anyway. I just said it to make Gabby feel better. And to steer her away from Spike....BECAUSE she really loved Jet. Yeah. Well, it worked. She sighed and walked back to her ship. Doesn't matter. I don't need anybody anyway. I'm fine all by my self.
Faye climbed into her ship and flicked it on.
"I need a drink. Now where do they keep the bars in this ant-farm..."
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Spike blinked, rubbing the sleep from his eyelids. A clock next to his bed shone at him with 4:39 PM. Damn, he thought. I slept long. Figures. I didn't get to bed until around five. He sat up, thinking about what had happened. Oh well. She's gone. Where's my cigarettes? I'm hungry.
As he got out of bed and pulled on his clothes, he felt a pang of sadness. The feeling stopped him in his tracks. Uh-uh. No way. I am NOT feeling this for Faye. The feeling was sickeningly familiar. Last night, when he had stopped Faye it had hit him full force. And the kiss. Why the hell did I do that? He shook his head and walked out the door down the hall to the kitchen, expecting to find Gabby and Jet in there.
Finding no one cooking anything, he searched the fridge for some food. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, he wracked his brains for some kind of excuse for his actions last night. Spontaneous....uh, yeah. Didn't mean anything. Nope. Nothin' at all. He walked back to his room, wondering why he had gone to the kitchen in the first place.
He patted himself down for cigarettes. I love Faye. He lit one, slowly inhaling. Do I? He sat on his bed, calmly taking in all the feelings and questions he had hid in a closet in the back of his mind, never intending to let them out. Do I really feel for Faye? Or is it just the physical attraction? I mean Faye is, well, Faye. Do I really LOVE Faye? Yes.
The answer came swift and without warning. Spike lay back on his bed, blowing smoke fluidly through his lips. I'm not fighting myself on this one. So, I love Faye. Hn, wonder why I didn't realize it before. Julia...
He shook his head. That's over and done with, no use dwelling over the past. But she's gone... No! I'm not gonna let this one get away. He sat up and walked over to the wall that abutted Jet's. I gotta talk to Jet...
He heard thumps and bounces coming from Jet's squeaky mattress through the wall. He swore he could hear giggles too. Spike's face turned red as he thought, never mind. I don't want to interrupt. I DEFINATLY don't want to interrupt. I'm leaving.
He slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked in the opposite direction of Jet and his rooms towards the hatch.
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Gabby lay on Jet's bed with her head on his chest, his arms around her, exhausted. Edward was bouncing on the bed giggling and grinning at Gabby and Jet. They had been up since six o' clock that morning, and hadn't been able to get a moment's peace all day, courtesy of Ed. They didn't even have a chance to give the vichyssoise a shot. Finally, when Ed had cheerfully sat down at her computer when Gabby had asked her to search for a new brand of dog food for Ein, Gabby and Jet had found tranquility in his room, immediately falling asleep on his bed. Fifteen minutes later, Ed awoke them by deciding to see how high up she could jump.
Ed, Gabby thought, you have to love her. She felt Jet's chest fall and rise slowly and steadily. She looked up into his face to find he was asleep. She grabbed one of Ed's ankles, causing the girl to trip and almost fall off the bed.
"What did Gabby-Wabby do that to Edward for?" Ed asked, pouting.
Gabby held a finger to her lips.
"Shhh. Jet's gone to sleep, let's let him rest okay? C'mon", she extended a hand to Ed, "let's go make some cookies."
"Cookies!"
"Shh!"
"Cookies!" Ed whispered, and zoomed out the door down the hall to the kitchen.
Gabby gently lifted Jet's arms off her and kissed him on the cheek. Leaving she vaguely wondered to herself if Faye had gotten home last night. She stopped in the hallway. Where is Spike? I haven't seen him all day... Oh well. She shrugged he shoulders. I shouldn't worry about him. Maybe he's gone out to look for Faye? He was really worried about her last night. She smiled to herself, and continued her walk into the kitchen, only to find Edward falling off a chair, trying to get to the chocolate chips Gabby had placed on the highest shelf, finding that if they were placed anywhere else, Edward would eat them in one day. Since she came onto the ship she had noticed that Edward had a real passion for chocolate chips and anything involving them. She remembered the first time she had invited Edward to make cookies with her, mainly to escape the embarrassment of her first incident with Jet.
~Ed stood looking at Gabby with wide eyes, and Gabby thought she understood. Ed did exactly what Gabby said, but when it came to the chocolate chips, Ed dumped the whole bag into the large bowl, and started stirring frantically with a wooden spoon Gabby had produced from her apron pocket.
"Um, Ed honey?"
"Yes yes?"
"That's a lot of chocolate chips."
"Yes yes! Lotso choco!"~
She smiled again and caught Ed, just as she was about to hit the floor as she climbed up onto the counter, which she had discovered was the only way for her to reach the upmost shelves, and grabbing the bag of chocolate chips, hopped back down and got out her utensils, all thoughts on Spike or Faye gone.
A/N: Hiya! Thanks going out to all my loyal reviewers and people who read this story, I love you all! Anywho, moo, (you know ((as cowgirl already knows (((hi!))))) my AIM moos every time I send a message or someone sends me a message, just thought of that) I asked my great aunt Wanda, and she doesn't speak much english, so maybe it's her fault, but what I MEANT for Gabby to say was, 'My DARLING Jet, you ARE a kitchen god.' I know it sounds stupid know, but whatever ^-^ And Blooknaburg, chicken?? If you feel left out, I must be stranded, because I have NO idea what you were talking about. Sorry it took me kind of a long time to make this chapter, but I STILL haven't had much time for anything other than this stupid project. And you know what? I've fond that I can't open it up form school!! So, I'm going to have to pull some strings-or get an F. And SushiGirl, I don't know if you're even reading this story, but as I already told you, I read your story, and I LOVE it!! Whew, this is really long. Oh! And Nami, I'm e-mailing you right now!! Love you all!! Big smooches, ^.^
