Hehehe Being Evil is Soooooo fun. I'm sorry If I made Faye seem dumb but it had to happen to move the plot along. Oh and yes Faye Shouldn't get raped by Vicious but not everything that should happen does and not everything that shouldn't doesn't. The 'game' that Vicious was playing was 'uncle' well that's what I call it I don't know its name. It's where you keep beating up the person or in the more realistic case fighting with them until they say 'uncle' saying that they give up. So the whole thing with Vicious cutting her arm was just to do something else to hurt her and make her give up and say. See in my version though he wanted her to say Spike's name, and in essence admit that she needed him to save her.
On a happier note. YAHWHOO!!! I'm done with finals I am FREE!!!! And it looks like it's gonna thunderstorm, kick ass this day keeps getting better.
My pen name is, my name, well my full nickname though most people just call me Tiffo. But Tiffo the Chicken flea is my full name. That I was given. My two friends that gave it to me are Embee the aphid and Lilly the maggot. And when you are writing me you don't need to worry about spelling mistakes I have so many mistakes in my story I'm surprised people read it.
Why? and I quote "i'm also wonderin y vicious is doin dat to them u know?" Why? Do we need another reason other then the fact that he is Vicious and EVIL! (Not that evil is bad I am evil and I kick ass) Oh and just so everyone knows I looked it up and I did not see the words "dat" or "da" in the dictionary. I am sometimes quite frightened by these reviews. Oh and there is such a letter as "g". Sorry I am such a bitch it just seeps out sometimes.
Ahem. I own nothing. I am poor. Please send money to the help feed the poor Tiffo student fund. Dorm room food is bad. And the ramen haunts my dreams. Or if you own Bebop send Spike that works for me too! ^_^ I got free time now.
Oh and when did I become a home fry? 0_0*
Sorry this took so long my May Term class has had me rewriting fairy tales and as fun as that is its time consuming. Got to write Beauty and the beast now. I guess I would help if I didn't start at 3 am the night before.
Chapter 10: I thought I could do it by myself, that's why I need you so.
Vicious ripped down Faye's underwear running his hand over what he had just exposed. Revenge fueled lust allowing him to be instantly aroused. He looked down at his prey, but she looked through him. Eyes glazed over; she wasn't there any longer she had hidden in the back of her mind. Vicious felt his anger rise. She was ruining everything, this wasn't any fun if they didn't struggle. This was his revenge and she was souring the taste.
"Scream," he told her stabbing the dagger into her right thigh. She gave no response; he moved to the left when suddenly her voice came, no more then a breath of air, but still there.
"Spike." She whispered a small streak of light running from her eye.
Vicious stopped unzipping his pants. She, she had said it. She had given in. She wasn't supposed to... Vicious smiled. He had broken her. She said the safety word. He was supposed to stop.
* * *
This was too God damn easy. Spike walked through the now empty Opera house, he didn't like it this quiet he liked it better before. Charging in guns raised, bullets flying, shit exploding every ware. It had been kill and be killed but this time it was different. He couldn't just go in and kill until he died; he had to get Faye and Landis out.
The halls were poorly lit, it was fitting for Vicious. He had no idea where the hell he was going but he just kept going knowing that sooner or later he would find them or they would find him. A bullet whizzed past his face striking the wall next to him. He quickly rolled out of the way hiding from the view of the hallway. Taking a quick glance around the corner he saw that there were three of them coming. Finally. It only took one grenade to stop them. It was somewhat disappointing. They would come in spurts all taking crappy shots missing him by miles. Then he would blow them up or shoot them (if he did that they started shooting back much closer.) It was a waste really they were dying for nothing. They weren't even fighting they were just trying to corral him.
Another bullet whipped by his face this one only missing because of a quick doge on his part. Ahh. It seems he didn't go down the hall they wanted him to. He fired a few rounds around the corner not expecting to hit anything. But to his surprise he heard a ripping sound and a sharp intake of breath. Peeking around he saw the guard pressing a hand to his leg and unsteadily holding up the gun with the other. One quick shot to the head put him out of his misery.
And now for a bit of deductive reasoning. They were trying to push me the other way, they all missed me terribly except this guy. So if I was hiding something, where would I put it? He reached for the handle and found another surprise, it wasn't locked. The room was dark; only the pale moonlight streaming in from the open window tried to give the room light. He closed the door quickly behind him allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark. There were two figures to the back left of the room. The small figure of a child was slumped against the wall next to a bed. A bed that held the other larger figure. Spike quickly crossed to Faye; her back was to him and she was tightly curled in the fetal position.
"Faye?" He whispered quietly. "Faye?" He repeated gently touching her shoulder causing a small scream from Faye. He quickly placed his hand over her mouth. If they heard her and came to check…This only caused her to scream more. So he flipped her onto her back and stared intently into her eyes. Yelling with his eyes for her to shut up. She looked up at him and her eyes changed, he couldn't see what they had just been but it suddenly changed to a free look, a look of pure hope. Spike had the urge to grab her up into his arms. But then her eyes changed again, to fear, and pain. A look of shame and violation. And this look; it ripped his heart from his body. He could feel it slowly dyeing on the floor.
He looked at her. All of her. The cuts, the bruises, the ripped gown. He… he felt…conflicted. He wanted to cut Vicious into tiny little pieces but at the same time he wanted to take Faye carry her away and make it so it never happened. He touched her shoulder and she flinched away. The shame and disgust growing in her eyes.
"Faye." Her face was red and swollen from crying, but no tears came now.
"Don't touch me." Her voice was forced but strong.
"Faye." He couldn't say any thing, he needed to say something. What do you say to someone who was… he couldn't think about it. It was all his fault. He should have come sooner, should have stopped her, hell if he hadn't slept with her none of this would have happened. "Faye please."
She looked up at him. She longed for him to hold her, to tell her it was all over now. Yet at the same time his touch both terrified and repulsed her. She felt so dirty; her broken and battered body hummed with hatred for herself. She felt hollow. Used. Disposed.
"Just let me die." She looked away from him unable to bear him being so near and yet so far from reach.
"No Faye." He pulled her up holding her tightly. She shook, her body's reaction of fear and pain. She tried to move away but he was too strong for her normally so now he hardly noticed it. He was going to hold her until it stopped. Until she let it seep away. Until she realized how much he loved and needed her.
It was almost unbearable. Every inch of her body shuddered with repulsion. Yet every bit of her soul begged him to hold her tighter. In the end her soul won, to her unbounded happiness. With her free hand she grabbed hold of his upper arm burying her face deeper into him. He placed his hand on the back of her head and held her closer.
"Oh God Faye…"
Her voice came through his arm. "Shut up you stupid lunkhead."
He gave a small laugh. Same old Faye. He knew she was hurt, emotionally, physically; but he knew that she would fight it off and that he was there to help.
He ran his hand through her hair breaking it apart where it was stuck together with blood. She looked up and he brought their faces together their lips nearly brushing. He allowed the gap to close softly, he didn't want to push her.
She could feel something growing in the dark hollow that had become her. A light.
She pushed back slightly allowing the kiss to become more of a true kiss. It was simple and pure; slow and lingering along the edges of their lips. Spike lifted his head, his body yelled for more but he knew she couldn't take much more. She was so fragile in his large hands; so easily broken. She was already cracked and he needed to let her heal not put more pressure on it. And he had the time; he had all the time in the world because he knew he would never leave her.
"Let's get you and Landis out of here."
* * *
The monitor flashed in front of Jet. Spike looked up at him. Jet almost jumped up from his seat.
"Spike. Where are you? Are you there? Did you find her? Is she ok? Is Landis ok? I'll be there in half an hour. What happen to your face?"
Spike raised a hand to his face and found that the bullet that had 'whipped past his face' apparently had been closer then he thought. There was a small gash along his jaw and now that he thought about it it began to sting.
"Where's Faye?" Jet asked. "Did you find Faye?"
"Yes she's here."
"Put her on." Spike looked over at Faye but she shook her head covering her face with her hands.
He looked back at Jet. "Can you give us ten minuets to get out of here and then call the cops?"
"Sure thing." He paused and Spike was about to break the connection. "Oh and Spike. I want you all coming back. No bull headedness, promise me, you just try to get the hell out of there."
Spike didn't like what Jet was implying. It was different this time, he was different. He had died enough times he didn't want to do it again.
"That's a promise Jet." He switched off the phone.
Faye had moved herself off the bed and was sitting on the floor gently cradling Landis' unconscious form. She was slowly rocking back and forth humming some unknown tune running her fingers over her son's face. She's still off key, Spike noted but kept it to himself.
* * *
Faye stood in the waiting room rocking the small baby back and forth in her arms humming softly. She had heard the foot steps approach and then stopped suddenly. She turned smiling warmly as a very very shocked Jet stared back at her. He opened and closed his mouth words unable to file out. He looks like a fish out of water, Faye thought and smiled wider. She wasn't sure why she was so smiley maybe it was because she hadn't seen Jet in so long. Still though the old Faye would never smile like this. I'm not the old Faye. She reminded herself looking down at her son. I have a new life. For some reason just looking at him made her insanely happy and brought a cement smile to her face. Still sometimes it would hurt to look at him too; this precious life a constant reminder of what and who she had lost and given up.
Jet finally found his words. "Faye…" Sort of.
"Jet", she beamed. For some reason his reaction only made her feel better. It was amusing for him to be so confused. Just wait. She thought.
"Faye you…you look different."
Faye smiled again and put Landis in his stroller. She looked back at Jet. She was in jeans and a dark blue top with a burgundy sweater tied around her waist. "Well it's kind of hard to keep up the sex appeal with a kid slobbering allover you."
"It's your kid then."
"No Jet I rented him just to freak you out." She stared at him.
"Ha ha, funny Faye. How? When? You've only been gone a little over a year. When did you mange to have a kid?"
Faye blushed slightly. She wasn't sure why. Landis began to fuss and Faye returned him to his spot in her arms.
"What's his name? Jet asked. Putting and outstretched finger in playing range.
"Landis." The boy wrapped his tiny fingers around Jet's large one. Jet looked up at Faye, she knew he was waiting for a last name. A hit to see if he knew the father. "Valentine." Faye finished.
Jet turned his attention back to the babe. Large piercing brown eyes looked at him. For some reason he felt that he knew those eyes. Upon closer examination of his face he noticed a small tuft of hair coming out from under the baby cap. His eyes widened and he pulled of the knit cap. Faye let out a small cry of shock at Jet's sudden movements. But she wasn't scared; she had expected and wanted him to know the truth. He would have to know.
"Holy shit Faye."
Jet just kept staring at the baby. Faye felt suddenly uncomfortable and moved away to sit in one of the chairs. Jet followed her still staring. He sat across from her lighting up.
"Please don't smoke in front of the baby." She asked trying somewhat to change the subject.
Jet laughed. "This stuff should be like air to that kid. Considering…"
Faye raised an eyebrow. "Considering what?" She didn't sound very pleased.
Jet blinked a moment. So this was a touchy subject. Ok. "Nothing."
"Besides," she said her voice calming, "aren't you not supposed to smoke in hospitals."
Jet grumbled a second and smashed out the lit stick on the table. He rubbed his temple with his false arm. He looked up at her looked down, up again, and down. Finally still looking down he said. "Ok, I don't really want to ask this; but I just can't figure it out. I mean you hated… I mean you took it hard so I knew you didn't hate him but I didn't know you guys were…"
"We weren't."
Jet blinked again. "Then how?"
"It was an accident." She whispered the end pushing Landis slightly away as if to block him from the truth of his conception.
"No shit."
Faye stared at him. Slightly hurt with his crude out burst that was so unlike him.
"I'm sorry Faye, that was… inappropriate."
"It's ok." Her chest was beginning to hurt. She had been working on blocking some of these memories. "We were…" She couldn't look at him anymore, she felt embarrassment, pain and mostly shame blooming on her face. "We were drunk." She blinked back the tears. This wasn't fair. "And then he, he left, and I didn't know and I didn't…" She looked up to Jet wet streaks running down her face. "I didn't stop him. I didn't get to say good-bye."
"Faye." Jet put his hand on her shoulder. Then he slightly chucked to himself. "Spike's gonna freak when he wakes up." Faye looked up at him quickly.
"He's not gonna know."
"Well of course he's gonna know it obvious and the kid's only gonna look more like him."
Faye shook her head. "He's not gonna see him. And you're not going to tell him."
"Faye he's…"
"Not going to hurt my son the way he hurt me." Faye cut him off.
"You don't know he'll do that."
"What do you think he's going to do? Marry me? Have us settle down in a cozy little house? This is Spike we are talking about. He's not exactly domestic material."
"Oh and you are?" Jet asked scenically. "I never would have pictured you as the mother type but you seemed to have adjusted."
"You seemed to have forgotten one thing. It's me Faye, and that's Spike. Incase you have forgotten that man doesn't love me. He hates me." Fresh tears sprang from her eyes.
Jet stared at her for a moment then a revelation hit him. "But you love him."
Faye stifled a sob.
He held her in a lose hug. "Alright I won't tell him. Not until you're ready."
* * *
Spike watched as Faye tried to pick Landis up; the cuts on her arm and the one in her leg causing her to waver and almost fall, had Spike not caught her. Helping her to steady herself Spike easily lifted the boy from her arms and held him against his own chest and shoulder. Faye had to bite her lip to keep her emotions in check. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It would mean nothing to anyone else but to her it was almost surreal.
* * *
Faye and Jet watched the two year old Landis play on the floor. Jet smiled softly and looked back up at Faye his face becoming more serious.
"This isn't one of my pop-in visits."
Faye looked at him slightly confused.
He looked at the coffee table for a moment then back at Faye.
"Spike's awake." Faye jumped slightly but fought not to show any emotion. "He's on the ship." Faye's expression changed to one of unconcern. She brushed some hair behind her ear. And looked back at Landis.
"Yeah so." Her voice was as unconcerned as she wished she felt.
"So I think you should tell him."
She glared at him.
"Faye."
Faye picked up the coffee cups and walked towards the kitchen. She could hear Jet get up and follow her. "We are not discussing this."
"Come on Faye, he should know. It just doesn't feel right not telling him."
"You promised me Jet."
"I know and I won't break that promise Faye but I really think that you should tell him."
She reeled on him. "Tell him, tell him and what should I tell that little boy in the other room. 'This is your father, but he hates me so you'll never see him.'"
"Faye stop being irrational. Now I know you want to see him."
"What the hell would I want to see him for?"
Jet stared at her. "You want to see him. God Damnit you look for him every time you look at Landis. Heal yourself Faye talk to him get this off your shoulders."
"No. I wouldn't be able to bare him looking at me after he knew. I saw pity in those eyes once I never want to see it again."
"Faye."
"I said no! Please Jet you don't visit often don't do this."