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Faye woke up earlier than usual the next morning. Her white satin pillow was badly stained with tears. She felt very depressed. When Spike called her Julia it felt as if her entire life was flushed down the drain.
She groggily sleep walked to the kitchen in search of an early morning snack. On her way there she noticed the lunkhead slouching on the banana yellow couch in the living room. He was watching the black television screen.
He heard her small footsteps and turned her way. She silently wished that he would say something to her, beg her to come back to him, just anything so that she could find an excuse to throw herself at him.
To her extreme disappointment he said nothing and looked away, as if she'd been a figment of his imagination.
She sadly continued walking into the kitchen.
Although she rummaged through every cabinet, the fridge, and even under the sink for food she found nothing but canned bell peppers, which she was more than sick of.
Defeated she exited the kitchen and prepared to make her way to the bathroom for a nice relaxing bath.
"Faye," a horse voice called softly.
Her knee's wobbled dangerously, and she scolded them silently, "hey you're not supposed to do that." "I'm not supposed to love him anymore."
"I want to talk to you," he said, his voice clearer this time. Maybe he'd done some crying too.
Against her will her body walked to the couch and sat next to him. She fought hard not to look him in the eyes, knowing that if she did so she'd truly be lost to the magic of his two toned eyes.
"I'm really sorry about what happened last night. I honestly am," he began thoughtfully.
She still fought hard not to make eye contact with him.
"Faye, look at me," he said urgingly.
Yet again her body deliberately disobeyed what she thought was her own will and her eyes met his.
"I thought I was completely over Julia. In a way I am, because I'm not in love with her anymore. Despite the fact that she betrayed me, I can never forget everything we shared together. It was special Faye, it really was. It wouldn't be fair for you to ask me to act as if it never happened. I know I have some inner demons to sort out, but I want you to know that I genuinely cared for you. I love you Faye. However I think it's best that we not have a relationship right now. We're both in awkward positions. I have Julia to deal with, and you just came out of a four month coma," he paused a bit to think and try to guess how she was thinking. "We need time to find ourselves. I want you to always remember that I care for you and I'll never let anything happen to you, ever. I'll risk my life before that happens."
Faye wanted to stay angry at him, but it was near impossible. He just revealed the most personal part of him to her. If she'd been in his position she would have probably ignored him for days, or weeks, maybe months. She felt her eyes becoming glossy, and felt a tear run down her cheek.
"I'm sorry I was so angry at you yesterday. I never gave you the opportunity to explain yourself," she admitted.
"It's alright," he said pulling her into a warm embrace.
They stayed that way for a good twenty minutes, Spike stroking her silky hair, or whispering to her every now and then.
Spike was the one who pulled away first.
"You should get cleaned up. We don't want Jet to find us like this," Spike told her, remembering what Jet said to him yesterday. He knew that he really should have listened to the old man more often.
Faye nodded silently and then got up and walked to the bathroom.
Jet passed her in the hallway, but thought better of asking her what was wrong.
As Faye showered she wondered what made Spike change all of a sudden. She remembered him being cold, distant and cocky when she'd first met him. Now he was sensitive, kind, sweet, and understanding. She wondered if that was what he was like with Julia. Thinking about Julia made her blood boil a bit. How could someone hurt someone so sweetly passionate like Spike. Trying to sort everything made her head hurt so she pushed all those Spike related thoughts and continued her peaceful bath.
Spike noticed that Jet passed the yellow couch without a word to Spike. He figured that Jet saw Faye crying and assumed that he hurt Faye.
Breakfast was very awkward. Everyone was silent, even Ed.
Jet cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.
"We're running a bit lower on cash that usual. The crew needs to get back out there and get more bounties. I know this is going to be hard," he explained, giving Faye a knowing glance. "But this is what we need to do. We need Faye in this, so Spike you'll have to train her so she'll be her old self again. When everyone seems to be up to par we'll start searching for missions."
Faye seemed to be a bit unsettled. Although everyone told her that she was a bounty hunter she found it terribly hard to believe that she was once a well known bounty hunter.
Spike too seemed to be against this idea, but said nothing to Jet.
"Good, I'm glad we all agree," Jet said, finishing the last of his bell peppers.
Authors Notes: This is my twelfth chapter. I'm very proud of this one, I worked very hard on technique and details. It would mean a lot to me if you'd review my story. I really liked the side of Spike that I portrayed in this chapter. Where do Spike and Faye go from here? To the training room! Don't worry as I reassured you in the last chapter Spike and Faye will be together and lovey dovey soon, but not before business is taken care of.
Faye woke up earlier than usual the next morning. Her white satin pillow was badly stained with tears. She felt very depressed. When Spike called her Julia it felt as if her entire life was flushed down the drain.
She groggily sleep walked to the kitchen in search of an early morning snack. On her way there she noticed the lunkhead slouching on the banana yellow couch in the living room. He was watching the black television screen.
He heard her small footsteps and turned her way. She silently wished that he would say something to her, beg her to come back to him, just anything so that she could find an excuse to throw herself at him.
To her extreme disappointment he said nothing and looked away, as if she'd been a figment of his imagination.
She sadly continued walking into the kitchen.
Although she rummaged through every cabinet, the fridge, and even under the sink for food she found nothing but canned bell peppers, which she was more than sick of.
Defeated she exited the kitchen and prepared to make her way to the bathroom for a nice relaxing bath.
"Faye," a horse voice called softly.
Her knee's wobbled dangerously, and she scolded them silently, "hey you're not supposed to do that." "I'm not supposed to love him anymore."
"I want to talk to you," he said, his voice clearer this time. Maybe he'd done some crying too.
Against her will her body walked to the couch and sat next to him. She fought hard not to look him in the eyes, knowing that if she did so she'd truly be lost to the magic of his two toned eyes.
"I'm really sorry about what happened last night. I honestly am," he began thoughtfully.
She still fought hard not to make eye contact with him.
"Faye, look at me," he said urgingly.
Yet again her body deliberately disobeyed what she thought was her own will and her eyes met his.
"I thought I was completely over Julia. In a way I am, because I'm not in love with her anymore. Despite the fact that she betrayed me, I can never forget everything we shared together. It was special Faye, it really was. It wouldn't be fair for you to ask me to act as if it never happened. I know I have some inner demons to sort out, but I want you to know that I genuinely cared for you. I love you Faye. However I think it's best that we not have a relationship right now. We're both in awkward positions. I have Julia to deal with, and you just came out of a four month coma," he paused a bit to think and try to guess how she was thinking. "We need time to find ourselves. I want you to always remember that I care for you and I'll never let anything happen to you, ever. I'll risk my life before that happens."
Faye wanted to stay angry at him, but it was near impossible. He just revealed the most personal part of him to her. If she'd been in his position she would have probably ignored him for days, or weeks, maybe months. She felt her eyes becoming glossy, and felt a tear run down her cheek.
"I'm sorry I was so angry at you yesterday. I never gave you the opportunity to explain yourself," she admitted.
"It's alright," he said pulling her into a warm embrace.
They stayed that way for a good twenty minutes, Spike stroking her silky hair, or whispering to her every now and then.
Spike was the one who pulled away first.
"You should get cleaned up. We don't want Jet to find us like this," Spike told her, remembering what Jet said to him yesterday. He knew that he really should have listened to the old man more often.
Faye nodded silently and then got up and walked to the bathroom.
Jet passed her in the hallway, but thought better of asking her what was wrong.
As Faye showered she wondered what made Spike change all of a sudden. She remembered him being cold, distant and cocky when she'd first met him. Now he was sensitive, kind, sweet, and understanding. She wondered if that was what he was like with Julia. Thinking about Julia made her blood boil a bit. How could someone hurt someone so sweetly passionate like Spike. Trying to sort everything made her head hurt so she pushed all those Spike related thoughts and continued her peaceful bath.
Spike noticed that Jet passed the yellow couch without a word to Spike. He figured that Jet saw Faye crying and assumed that he hurt Faye.
Breakfast was very awkward. Everyone was silent, even Ed.
Jet cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.
"We're running a bit lower on cash that usual. The crew needs to get back out there and get more bounties. I know this is going to be hard," he explained, giving Faye a knowing glance. "But this is what we need to do. We need Faye in this, so Spike you'll have to train her so she'll be her old self again. When everyone seems to be up to par we'll start searching for missions."
Faye seemed to be a bit unsettled. Although everyone told her that she was a bounty hunter she found it terribly hard to believe that she was once a well known bounty hunter.
Spike too seemed to be against this idea, but said nothing to Jet.
"Good, I'm glad we all agree," Jet said, finishing the last of his bell peppers.
Authors Notes: This is my twelfth chapter. I'm very proud of this one, I worked very hard on technique and details. It would mean a lot to me if you'd review my story. I really liked the side of Spike that I portrayed in this chapter. Where do Spike and Faye go from here? To the training room! Don't worry as I reassured you in the last chapter Spike and Faye will be together and lovey dovey soon, but not before business is taken care of.