The Way to a Player's Heart
Chapter 8
Tang
By: Rachel*
Rated: R
Gender: Romance/Drama
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
Oh, S+F-ness in this chapter! Enjoy, and please R+R!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop
Spike called Jet, and he came and picked them both up. Faye remained silent. She leaned against Spike, and buried her face into his shoulder. Spike swallowed and let his head roll back. He covered his eyes with his left arm, and sighed.
Faye listened as he inhaled, and exhaled, the beating of his heart… She chewed on his thumbnail. "You two okay?" Jet muttered.
Spike straightened and looked down at Faye who gripped her fingers into his shirt and shook her head. "Fine," he yawned and rested his head on Faye's letting sleep consume him.
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Faye shivered as his pale, thin lips crashed against hers. "I love you," he groaned. Faye smiled, seeing Spike's shadowed figure shutter against her frame…
"Spike, where are you going?!" he was leaving.
"Bye…baby-doll…" Hearts grabbed her from behind, a knife against her throat.
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Faye screamed, and jerked forward; darkness enveloping her in a blanket of black. Looking around she noted that she was back on the Bebop. Faye leaned forward and rubbed her face. "Make it stop…" Faye whispered.
"Make what stop?" Faye jumped. Turning to the left, Spike was leaning back on Julia's wooden chair. His voice was cool, and crisp. He yet out another lazy yawn, his voice traveled. He lit up a cigarette, and took a drag.
Faye wriggled around in her bed. "You saved me…" She mumbled. She watched as Spike shrugged his shoulders. "You said, that if I screwed up you wouldn't' save me." She watched as Spike stared over at her in the darkness.
"Who said you screwed up…he just didn't listen to you." Spike swallowed, and closed his eyes as the nicotine pulsed through his body, achieving that high he needed to calm his nerves.
Faye sighed. "Thank you," she uttered. Spike sat up and looked back over at her. Standing he walked and stood over her. She blinked. "What?"
He leaned forward, and felt her forehead with his hand. "You've still got a fever; it's why you fell asleep on the way home.
She grimaced. "So did you…"
Spike sighed and flopped down on the bottom of her bed. He reached his hand out to the left, and grasped Faye's squeezing it. Her cheeks flushed. "I was stressed, I just killed a guy, and besides, I needed the extra sleep…" He yawned again. "I still do—"
Faye tugged at Spike's arm. "Spike," his lips parted and he moved, lying next to her.
"There," his voice had a tangy sharpness to it. "Go to sleep." Faye leaned her head against Spike's. He put out his cigarette in the empty tray that was sitting on the nightstand next to him.
Faye shivered, as she nodded against Spike's shoulder. He frowned and pulled a spare blanket out form under the bed and wrapped it around them both. "Thanks," she mumbled.
Spike didn't respond as he soon fell asleep lying next to her. She smiled, and let her frail fingers run through his thick locks, while listening to his calm breaths. Subdued, and passive, he had looked so innocent looking. The kind of aloof look children had as they slept in their own dream world.
Her happiness was brought to a stand still as Nick's face slipped back into her mind. Her happiness wasn't real; it was like the dreams that children had. In reality she was being consumed by a bitter cup of hell. His voice racked her brain, his malicious, tainted voice that would haunt her forever.
Faye sat up and covered her mouth. Spike whined and rolled onto his stomach, his mouth falling open. She turned back to him and let a small smile form on her red lips. "Eat…" he mumbled, and rolled his shoulders inward.
Faye shook her head and moved closer letting her lips place a gentle kiss onto his forehead. "Goodnight Spike," she stood and walked out into the hall closing the door behind her.
Faye's footsteps were soft, and silent. She took a deep breath and rubbed her arms trying to contain warmth in her body. She opened the bathroom door, listening to it squeak as she flicked on the light and took another deep breath. Swallowing she plugged up the drain in the tub, and began to run the water.
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Spike's body rolled over again, and he let out a muttered gargle before shivering. His eyes closed tightly before sliding open. "Faye?" he groaned. Spike looked around in the darkness of the room. "Where are you?" She was gone.
Spike sat up, and rubbed his eyes and face sleepily. He stood as he heard the muffled sound of the tub faucet. He staggered into the hall and knocked on the door. There wasn't a reply. "Faye, are you in there?" Still nothing, "I'm coming in Faye…" Spike trailed off and swung the door open. Taking a step in he felt a wet pool of warm water surround his feet.
The tub was overflowing. Spike's eyes widened as he pulled back the curtain. Faye lie submerged under the water, not breathing…
Spike's heart stopped. His hands began to shake. "Faye, Faye?!" he dragged her out and placed her on the tile floor. He checked her pulse, weak, but still there. "Hang on…" He began to perform CPR. He pressed into her sternum five times before lifting her head up, parting her lips, and holding her nose. "Breathe," he whispered, and breathed into her mouth giving air to her lungs. He repeated the process. "Damn it, Faye!" He tapped at her face some as he saw the color coming back to her features; it was only from him breathing for her.
Her eyes shut tightly and she flew upwards coughing, and gagging. She spit of water and curled into a ball, coughing and letting out a small cry. Spike closed his eyes and got her a towel, draping it over her naked frame. He went over to the tub, turning off the water, and pulling out the drain. "Why…" She hit her fists into the tile. Droplets of water landed on Spike's hand. "I just wanted to stay under—" He slapped her.
"You don't think I thought about doing the same thing everyday after Julia died?!" Spike gripped onto her shoulders. "It's tough, but don't be stupid Faye…" He frowned and let her go, placing his arms at his sides.
Faye's heart sped up ever so slightly. She wanted to let go, but then there he was. He came into her life so quickly, and was the closest she'd been to anyone in a long time. "Spike…" She moved closer.
Spike looked over and watched her left hand trail up his arm. He swallowed and moved to her eyes as she drew her face to his. "Faye, what?" he hesitated unsure if it'd be a good idea to kiss her.
She placed a hand on each side of his face, and let her head rest in the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes as Spike's body tensed. "Tell me more, about yourself." Her question was hushed, and breathy.
Spike blinked, and absorbed her words. "…about myself," he quoted her words in the same tone. He laid down on the tile as Faye joined him. The water around their frames splashed. "What's there to know?" he lied. He could spend a week telling every detail about his life, leaving out the rare happy moments.
Faye bowed her head. "Julia, your job…how you met Jet—"
"Jet already filled you in on it, you don't need to know—" She moved, and kissed him.
@__@ Ooo, and you thought it'd be Spike busting the moves, didn't ya? LoL ^_~' Enjoy! R+R!