His Eyes: Chp 10: Enlightenment
A/N: I'm so sorry that I didn't update in two weeks. I've had a rough time these past three weeks. My grandmother was put in the hospital and I needed to take care of her and stay with her. (she's out of the hospital now, thankfully) Then a huge tragedy happened in my inner family. Can't really talk about it. But just know it sucked, still sucks and probably will be sucking by the time I finish this huge story. I finally found the time to write. -_- It's a of weeks late, but I'm sure you don't mind. Thanks. And once again, I'm really sorry. O_O
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Something woke him. When someone moved next to him, he tensed up, ready to reach for his gun next to his bed if need be. He relaxed when he remembered last night. Faye. It came rushing back to him.
She was snoring very softly. A lazy, satisfied grin appeared on his face. It seemed like she was really tired. The grin widened with conceit. But then, who wouldn't be?
He opened his eyes, the room coming into focus. What time was it?
Looking over at her, he noticed she was sleeping on her back, her head facing him, while her left arm rested over her head, and her right arm partly covered her breast. She looked vulnerable and it stirred him. He moved onto his side and reached a hand out to touch her face. It had been so long since he had woken up next to someone. His heart tightened when he remembered who the last person was. His smile left him.
When would the pain of her memory leave? He'd admit that the ache wasn't near the pain it once was, but it was still there, reminding him of it. Two years dulled it, but didn't rid him of the aching.
He watched Faye thoughtfully. She really was beautiful. Without make up she was even more beautiful. Or then again, maybe it had something to do with the fact that after last night, he felt closer to her than ever before.
He brushed her check with his hand. When did he begin to care for her so much? He couldn't bring himself to come out and say he loved her; it was too much for him to handle. He just couldn't admit it out loud. He smiled remembering a few hours ago... but then he could show her.
Who knew she'd be so passionate and that he'd respond to her the way he did. He knew he argued a lot with her in the past, but didn't really think much of it the way he did now. It was sexual tension and frustration obviously. Ok, ok...he'd admit that there were times in the past where he was so frustrated and attracted to her that he almost threw her against the nearest wall and had his way with her. But in the past, he always told himself it was nothing more than he was lonely, not to mention very horny and she was incredibly sexy sometimes.
But, all that changed and this is what it changed into. And he liked it.
He leaned over her, careful not to wake her. He gently kissed her mouth and then her forehead, as she continued to dream, oblivious of his displays of affection.
Faye's peaceful face stiffened his resolve.
He moved softly to the edge of the bed and stood up.
Enough was enough. He couldn't put it off any longer. It was time. He'd have to talk to him before she did.
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Two hours later he was walking on a run down side street of Mars, hands in his pockets. He'd left his gun by his bed. He wouldn't need it. He smiled. He never needed his gun when it came to Toshiba.
He frowned, confused. He couldn't understand it. Ever since Faye told him about Toshiba and what he told her, he was stunned. Her involvement with Toshiba simply didn't make sense at all. He just couldn't come up with an explanation, or at least a reasonable one to satisfy his questions. What did Faye have to do with Toshiba?
Something fell on his cheek. He stopped and grimaced. Just great, it was starting to rain. He didn't like rain anymore. The rain made him nostalgic. He thought it was just like this so many years ago. So long ago since he left Julia behind the first time he tried to get out of the syndicate.
A thought struck him. It was like he was fighting life instead of death, unlike any other normal warm-blooded person, who fought death wanting life. The rain continued to fall down his face, dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision.
Julia was death, Faye was life. Which one would he choose?
Spike was so lost in thought; he didn't even hear the man coming up behind him until it was almost too late.
Spike ducked before the man's foot could connect to the back of his head. Turning around, he blocked another blow the man issued and struck one of his own, coming in contact with the man's chin. Wiping the trickle of blood from his mouth, the man grinned.
Spike, grinned back. "Slipping a little, are we old man?"
The man attacked once again, this time catching Spike off guard as his fist landed in the middle of Spike's stomach. He chuckled.
"Hardly, Spike."
"Damn, that hurt! I'm healing you know." Spike retorted, rubbing his middle slightly.
Before he could reply, Spike delivered a kick of his own. Spike's pulse quickened with adrenaline and the feeling of fighting with him. Fighting him was like he remembered. As they fought, blow after blow knocked down Spike's strength little by little.
When Spike was knocked down on his back with the man's hand pointed at his throat, he couldn't help but laugh.
Spike stared the man in the eye, the man meeting his own. The man grinned.
"Attack like calm water, huh, Toshiba?"
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Faye stirred a little, her eyes still closed. She turned on her side, stretching a little, searching for Spike's warmth. When her hand closed around cold sheets, her eyes fluttered open.
She sat up. Where did he go? Her fingers pulled through her hair, removing all of the knots collected during sleep. She blushed a little, and through other activities as well. She must look a mess. Well, she didn't really care.
She did need another shower though.
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Spike lit his third cigarette. He took a side-glance at Toshiba and smiled.
"You look like someone hit you pretty hard."
Toshiba laughed. "And just what do you think you look like? I wager you look worse than I do."
"Probably so." Spike remarked with a smile. "Cut me some slack here."
"Why would I do that?" He looked at Spike knowingly, "Just because I taught you everything you know?"
"Everything?" Spike asked lifting an eyebrow.
Toshiba conceded and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, mostly everything. When I got you, you didn't know shit." He lit a cigarette. "Ok, you knew some, but what you did know was shit."
Spike grinned, "Ouch, that almost hurts." He said sarcastically. "Besides, please don't remind me."
Toshiba was thoughtful for a moment, then, "You thought you knew everything and could do anything. You were just so young. You never thought about consequences or death...or her death."
Spike didn't comment. Toshiba knew he hit a mark, but he didn't care. If he said what he needed to say tonight, then he'd be hitting more than that one mark.
"You better not repeat history."
Spike knew what Toshiba was implying. "Didn't plan on repeating anything." Spike blew out some smoke.
"Don't act like you don't care, Spike. You forget I know you so well."
Instead of feigning indifference or ignoring the facts, Spike replied, "You get right to the point don't you?" He was quiet for a minute. "She was weaker than I thought." Spike said.
So there was the heart of it, Toshiba thought. He knew Spike was talking about Julia. "She may have been weak; Spike, but you were her weakness. She gave everything for you, even after knowing she couldn't stay with you."
Spike grabbed the front of Toshiba's shirt roughly. "Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think I think about that everyday?! I have to live with that fact." He forcefully released his hold on Toshiba. "And anyway, just where the hell were you in all this?! You left her when she needed you the most! You were her fucking father!!"
Toshiba swung his fist and socked Spike in the jaw, submitting him silent.
"Don't you blame me for something I couldn't prevent." His eyes flashed. "You know it was something I couldn't help. Stop blaming people, when no one was blaming you in the first place." He exhaled deeply, trying to calm down. "I never blamed you."
Spike looked him straight in the eye. "You'd be the first then to not blame me for ruining the syndicate. It's funny how everyone blames her for it, when I could have stopped it myself. It took two you know." Spike stated, finding no humor in the situation.
"You're right...as usual." Toshiba raked his hand through his black hair. "I know why you're really here, Spike. So why don't you just come out and ask me?"
"Blunt again." Spike commented. Deciding to be direct back, he asked "How do you know Faye?"
"As much as I wish I could tell you, I can't," Toshiba said, "at least not before I first talk to her."
Spike stepped closer to him. "And you expect me to just take that bullshit? That's all you've got to say to me?"
Toshiba wasn't fazed. "I may have trained you and stood by you through a lot of shit, Spike, but don't forget I'm your elder and you don't intimidate me for a minute."
Spike half laughed. "So that makes it ok? Or easier? I still don't buy it."
"I'd do most anything to help you out Spike, you know that, but just know this: Faye is just as important to me, if not more as you are to me." He stared Spike in the eye.
Spike stepped back and turned his face away from Toshiba. "I still don't like it."
Toshiba turned his back on Spike to leave. "Don't repeat history."
Spike watched him leave until he was out of sight.
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Faye walked down the hall to the kitchen and poked her head in. She smiled when she saw the familiar view of Jet cooking. "Jet, where did Spike go?" Faye asked wringing out her hair in her towel. She walked towards Jet and stood next to him.
The only sign that Jet acknowledged her was his reply. "Hell if I know. That kid never tells me where he goes."
Faye laughed. "Well, he wouldn't be Spike if he actually told you, now would he?"
Jet chuckled at that. "Breakfast should be ready in a minute."
Faye looked at Jet. He really was a wonderful man. Such a selfless and thoughtful individual. In a way, he was her dad, or maybe even her older brother. Seeing him cooking made her so happy, knowing he was there doing what he always did, that he was real and not going anywhere.
The feeling that brought made her think, that this is what a family is all about...or maybe it was just the sex talking. Either way she was glad she was alive today and that Jet was alive as well. She felt a surge of daughterly love towards him.
In an uncharacteristic manner, Faye leaned up and placed a kiss on Jet's cheek. "Thanks." She turned and left, leaving a shocked and slightly blushing Jet behind.
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A/N: Well, I really hope I didn't confuse you people. I tried my hardest to get everything across to the reader that I wanted. There's just so much going on in my head right now. I know how I want the story to turn out and how the characters should relate.....you know....the usual, and I just hope that I didn't screw anything up. I'm at a hard part of the fic, where anything could go wrong.. AGH! The pressure. ^_~ lol Thanks for reading. I'll update within two weeks if all goes well. Love ya!
A/N: I'm so sorry that I didn't update in two weeks. I've had a rough time these past three weeks. My grandmother was put in the hospital and I needed to take care of her and stay with her. (she's out of the hospital now, thankfully) Then a huge tragedy happened in my inner family. Can't really talk about it. But just know it sucked, still sucks and probably will be sucking by the time I finish this huge story. I finally found the time to write. -_- It's a of weeks late, but I'm sure you don't mind. Thanks. And once again, I'm really sorry. O_O
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Something woke him. When someone moved next to him, he tensed up, ready to reach for his gun next to his bed if need be. He relaxed when he remembered last night. Faye. It came rushing back to him.
She was snoring very softly. A lazy, satisfied grin appeared on his face. It seemed like she was really tired. The grin widened with conceit. But then, who wouldn't be?
He opened his eyes, the room coming into focus. What time was it?
Looking over at her, he noticed she was sleeping on her back, her head facing him, while her left arm rested over her head, and her right arm partly covered her breast. She looked vulnerable and it stirred him. He moved onto his side and reached a hand out to touch her face. It had been so long since he had woken up next to someone. His heart tightened when he remembered who the last person was. His smile left him.
When would the pain of her memory leave? He'd admit that the ache wasn't near the pain it once was, but it was still there, reminding him of it. Two years dulled it, but didn't rid him of the aching.
He watched Faye thoughtfully. She really was beautiful. Without make up she was even more beautiful. Or then again, maybe it had something to do with the fact that after last night, he felt closer to her than ever before.
He brushed her check with his hand. When did he begin to care for her so much? He couldn't bring himself to come out and say he loved her; it was too much for him to handle. He just couldn't admit it out loud. He smiled remembering a few hours ago... but then he could show her.
Who knew she'd be so passionate and that he'd respond to her the way he did. He knew he argued a lot with her in the past, but didn't really think much of it the way he did now. It was sexual tension and frustration obviously. Ok, ok...he'd admit that there were times in the past where he was so frustrated and attracted to her that he almost threw her against the nearest wall and had his way with her. But in the past, he always told himself it was nothing more than he was lonely, not to mention very horny and she was incredibly sexy sometimes.
But, all that changed and this is what it changed into. And he liked it.
He leaned over her, careful not to wake her. He gently kissed her mouth and then her forehead, as she continued to dream, oblivious of his displays of affection.
Faye's peaceful face stiffened his resolve.
He moved softly to the edge of the bed and stood up.
Enough was enough. He couldn't put it off any longer. It was time. He'd have to talk to him before she did.
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Two hours later he was walking on a run down side street of Mars, hands in his pockets. He'd left his gun by his bed. He wouldn't need it. He smiled. He never needed his gun when it came to Toshiba.
He frowned, confused. He couldn't understand it. Ever since Faye told him about Toshiba and what he told her, he was stunned. Her involvement with Toshiba simply didn't make sense at all. He just couldn't come up with an explanation, or at least a reasonable one to satisfy his questions. What did Faye have to do with Toshiba?
Something fell on his cheek. He stopped and grimaced. Just great, it was starting to rain. He didn't like rain anymore. The rain made him nostalgic. He thought it was just like this so many years ago. So long ago since he left Julia behind the first time he tried to get out of the syndicate.
A thought struck him. It was like he was fighting life instead of death, unlike any other normal warm-blooded person, who fought death wanting life. The rain continued to fall down his face, dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision.
Julia was death, Faye was life. Which one would he choose?
Spike was so lost in thought; he didn't even hear the man coming up behind him until it was almost too late.
Spike ducked before the man's foot could connect to the back of his head. Turning around, he blocked another blow the man issued and struck one of his own, coming in contact with the man's chin. Wiping the trickle of blood from his mouth, the man grinned.
Spike, grinned back. "Slipping a little, are we old man?"
The man attacked once again, this time catching Spike off guard as his fist landed in the middle of Spike's stomach. He chuckled.
"Hardly, Spike."
"Damn, that hurt! I'm healing you know." Spike retorted, rubbing his middle slightly.
Before he could reply, Spike delivered a kick of his own. Spike's pulse quickened with adrenaline and the feeling of fighting with him. Fighting him was like he remembered. As they fought, blow after blow knocked down Spike's strength little by little.
When Spike was knocked down on his back with the man's hand pointed at his throat, he couldn't help but laugh.
Spike stared the man in the eye, the man meeting his own. The man grinned.
"Attack like calm water, huh, Toshiba?"
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Faye stirred a little, her eyes still closed. She turned on her side, stretching a little, searching for Spike's warmth. When her hand closed around cold sheets, her eyes fluttered open.
She sat up. Where did he go? Her fingers pulled through her hair, removing all of the knots collected during sleep. She blushed a little, and through other activities as well. She must look a mess. Well, she didn't really care.
She did need another shower though.
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Spike lit his third cigarette. He took a side-glance at Toshiba and smiled.
"You look like someone hit you pretty hard."
Toshiba laughed. "And just what do you think you look like? I wager you look worse than I do."
"Probably so." Spike remarked with a smile. "Cut me some slack here."
"Why would I do that?" He looked at Spike knowingly, "Just because I taught you everything you know?"
"Everything?" Spike asked lifting an eyebrow.
Toshiba conceded and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, mostly everything. When I got you, you didn't know shit." He lit a cigarette. "Ok, you knew some, but what you did know was shit."
Spike grinned, "Ouch, that almost hurts." He said sarcastically. "Besides, please don't remind me."
Toshiba was thoughtful for a moment, then, "You thought you knew everything and could do anything. You were just so young. You never thought about consequences or death...or her death."
Spike didn't comment. Toshiba knew he hit a mark, but he didn't care. If he said what he needed to say tonight, then he'd be hitting more than that one mark.
"You better not repeat history."
Spike knew what Toshiba was implying. "Didn't plan on repeating anything." Spike blew out some smoke.
"Don't act like you don't care, Spike. You forget I know you so well."
Instead of feigning indifference or ignoring the facts, Spike replied, "You get right to the point don't you?" He was quiet for a minute. "She was weaker than I thought." Spike said.
So there was the heart of it, Toshiba thought. He knew Spike was talking about Julia. "She may have been weak; Spike, but you were her weakness. She gave everything for you, even after knowing she couldn't stay with you."
Spike grabbed the front of Toshiba's shirt roughly. "Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think I think about that everyday?! I have to live with that fact." He forcefully released his hold on Toshiba. "And anyway, just where the hell were you in all this?! You left her when she needed you the most! You were her fucking father!!"
Toshiba swung his fist and socked Spike in the jaw, submitting him silent.
"Don't you blame me for something I couldn't prevent." His eyes flashed. "You know it was something I couldn't help. Stop blaming people, when no one was blaming you in the first place." He exhaled deeply, trying to calm down. "I never blamed you."
Spike looked him straight in the eye. "You'd be the first then to not blame me for ruining the syndicate. It's funny how everyone blames her for it, when I could have stopped it myself. It took two you know." Spike stated, finding no humor in the situation.
"You're right...as usual." Toshiba raked his hand through his black hair. "I know why you're really here, Spike. So why don't you just come out and ask me?"
"Blunt again." Spike commented. Deciding to be direct back, he asked "How do you know Faye?"
"As much as I wish I could tell you, I can't," Toshiba said, "at least not before I first talk to her."
Spike stepped closer to him. "And you expect me to just take that bullshit? That's all you've got to say to me?"
Toshiba wasn't fazed. "I may have trained you and stood by you through a lot of shit, Spike, but don't forget I'm your elder and you don't intimidate me for a minute."
Spike half laughed. "So that makes it ok? Or easier? I still don't buy it."
"I'd do most anything to help you out Spike, you know that, but just know this: Faye is just as important to me, if not more as you are to me." He stared Spike in the eye.
Spike stepped back and turned his face away from Toshiba. "I still don't like it."
Toshiba turned his back on Spike to leave. "Don't repeat history."
Spike watched him leave until he was out of sight.
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Faye walked down the hall to the kitchen and poked her head in. She smiled when she saw the familiar view of Jet cooking. "Jet, where did Spike go?" Faye asked wringing out her hair in her towel. She walked towards Jet and stood next to him.
The only sign that Jet acknowledged her was his reply. "Hell if I know. That kid never tells me where he goes."
Faye laughed. "Well, he wouldn't be Spike if he actually told you, now would he?"
Jet chuckled at that. "Breakfast should be ready in a minute."
Faye looked at Jet. He really was a wonderful man. Such a selfless and thoughtful individual. In a way, he was her dad, or maybe even her older brother. Seeing him cooking made her so happy, knowing he was there doing what he always did, that he was real and not going anywhere.
The feeling that brought made her think, that this is what a family is all about...or maybe it was just the sex talking. Either way she was glad she was alive today and that Jet was alive as well. She felt a surge of daughterly love towards him.
In an uncharacteristic manner, Faye leaned up and placed a kiss on Jet's cheek. "Thanks." She turned and left, leaving a shocked and slightly blushing Jet behind.
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A/N: Well, I really hope I didn't confuse you people. I tried my hardest to get everything across to the reader that I wanted. There's just so much going on in my head right now. I know how I want the story to turn out and how the characters should relate.....you know....the usual, and I just hope that I didn't screw anything up. I'm at a hard part of the fic, where anything could go wrong.. AGH! The pressure. ^_~ lol Thanks for reading. I'll update within two weeks if all goes well. Love ya!
