Sanity

Chapter 5

By: Rachel*

Rated: PG-13

Gender: Romance

E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com

Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net

Spike + Faye-ness. ^_^ Haa-haa. Enjoy! NOTE* when I wrote this it was just as hurricane Isabel was going though PA. ^.^ Haa, we got off the day after cause of all the power outages.

Disclaimer: Don't own Bebop

          It had just passed the two hour limit on Kate's car. Faye swallowed and looked in her rearview mirror before parking three blocks away from a hotel. She sighed, before looking back at Spike who still lying down, asleep on the back seat. "Spike, wake up." She whispered and shook his shoulder lightly.

          Stirring Spike yawned, and let out a mix between a whine and a cry. Faye's eyes warmed, and she smiled sheepishly. "We need to find a place to stay." Stretching her arms towards him, Spike folded his shoulders inward and pulled his head back wearily.

          Closing her green eyes, she nodded and handed him a pair of blue jeans and an orange t-shirt. "What are these for?" He half consciously stated, yet he already knew the answer as he stared down at his white garbs. Frowning, as Faye left the car without an answer he pulled off his shirt and began to change.

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          Faye bit down on her lower lip, and stared up at the sky. Scattered clouds dotted across, and she sighed as the door clicked open and Spike stepped out. "We can go now." Spike stood, and stumbled a little before gathering his balance again.

          Faye wrinkled her nose together. "You okay?" She mumbled as she popped the trunk before locking the door, and tossing the keys in before shutting Spike's door.

          Spike sighed leaning his head into the car and nodded into his arms. "I think so…" He trailed off as a wave of dizziness washed over him. "Why'd you lock the keys in the car?" He looked through the window.

          Faye handed him a bag of food and needed accessories. "We only had it for two hours, and we have Dr. Kiga's credit card for another two without any problem. We need to get a place to stay, we'll move on from there later."

          Spike nodded and swayed from side to side as he walked away from the door. A mother with her child hurriedly walked past him, glancing over at Faye. Spike staggered over to a brick wall of a clothes store, and sighed looking back over at Faye. She rolled her eyes and took hold of her bag and shut the trunk. "I'll be fine; really…I just haven't walked for a while." He yawned and rubbed his eyes. Faye shut hers and nodded.

          "Come on, cling to my arm, you can rest when we get a hotel room." Spike hesitated as she offered her hand, and slowly grasped it.

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          "What do you mean, you don't know where they are?!" The man shouted into Jack's face.

          Jack bowed his head, and fell into a chair, guilt, and fear glazed in his cold, distant eyes. "Yes sir, we're working on it, sir." He closed his eyes tightly and waited for death to come and claim him as his own, take him away from this hellish place. Nothing happened though. He cursed to himself.

          "Very well Jack, I expect results…You're lucky I'm in a happier mood than usual." He gritted his teeth and walked to the door guiding Jack outside.

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          Spike's eyes closed tightly as they walked into the hotel lobby. "It hurts…" He ground his teeth together. Faye's eyes widened and she quickly dragged a chair over for him.

          "You sit, I'll get us a room, okay?" She set down her grocery bag with Spike, and walked to the front desk. Spike looked up and watched her walk over with the grace of a ballerina, each step flawless, and in time with the other. She was dressed in a red t-shirt, and blue jeans.

          "Hello, welcome." The man smiled. "Can I help you two?" The man eyed Spike and his pale complexion. "Is he okay?"

          Faye looked back at Spike who waved slightly. "Yeah…" She smiled waving back to Spike. "We're here on vacation, and have had the worst luck… First, Mars airways lost our luggage, and then Spike got sick from the seafood lunch we ate…" She pouted, and pulled out a small wallet she'd grabbed at the last second while at the store. She pulled out a credit card. "If you could, a room for the night would be just fine."

          The man smiled and nodded. "The honeymooners sweet is open too…if you wanted that room." He arched an eyebrow up at her. Faye shook her head; the look on the man's face said everything she didn't want to see.

          "No, it won't be necessary. As long as we have a bed to sleep on we're fine." She smiled and waited for him to hand her the room key.

          "Alright, room 276 on floor two." He nodded his head grabbed two sets of keys, and handed them to Faye along with her credit card. "You and your boyfriend have a nice evening Miss. Kiga." He waved.

          Faye hesitated, and then noted the name on the card. "Yes, thank you." She walked over to Spike and helped him up. 'Don't notice…' She hurriedly walked Spike into the elevator. The man stared after them and shrugged his shoulders.

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          "Dr. Kiga, we found your car!" A nurse happily handed her a glass of water and some Advil. She nodded and closed her eyes. "The car was empty though, they didn't find Spike, or Faye." Kate's eyes opened and a smile crossed her paled face.

          "That's good." She sighed.

          "What ma'am?" The woman's eyes were wide in shock.

          "That I got my car back…" She mumbled and walked away from her.

          Jack came up behind Kate and poked her in the arm. "Hey," his voice was bland.

          Kate smiled weakly. "I'll be leaving the practice." Jack stared at her, shocked, yet at the same time expecting the news. "I can't even diagnose someone correctly." She bowed her head in disgust.

          Jack straightened and nodded frowning. "If I wasn't so involved with this, I'd go with you." He coughed as she turned, her cheeks flushed. "If I ever can, I'll look you up, okay? I still do owe you a lunch for two."

          She nodded and bit down on her lower lip. "Don't hurt them, if you can help it." She walked away slowly and left the building as waited for her missing car to return.

          Jack frowned and looked out the window. "If I can help it…"

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          Spike shouted out in pain as Faye dragged him into their room. "Stop!" he fell to his side and gasped for breath. Images of Vicious danced in his mind, and the bullets began to fly past him. He ripped at his hair. "Make it stop!" He clawed at the carpet.

          Faye tossed her bag into the bathroom to the left of her and fell to Spike's side and tried to calm him down. "Spike, its okay…" She soothed and ran her fingers through his hair. "Come on, at least lye…" She stared at the bed, not beds, a bed. Faye pierced her lips together and forgot to ask the man for two beds. "Down," Faye frowned.

          Spike sat up and had Faye help him walk to the bed. Falling down he sighed, and rolled onto his side. Faye sat and rested her hand on his shoulder. To her surprise Spike took hold of it and tugged her closer. Faye didn't move at first, and then he pulled again and curled his head down and pressed it in towards his chest and let his eyes slide shut. "Please?" He urged.

          Faye let her head roll back. 'He doesn't love me…he doesn't love me…' She ran the words over in her mind like a broken record. Looking down at him her lips parted and the only sounds heard were their quite breaths, and the small squeaks that the bed made as she laid down next to him.

          Spike pressed his head against the pillow as he gripped her arm and coiled it around him and just held her close. Faye bit down on her lower lip and her ear twitched as something in the food bag moved and made the bag crinkle. She leaned into his back and rested the bridge of her nose against the back of his neck and let a soft sigh escape her lips. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. His arms shook. "Faye," he gripped the pillow and buried his face further into it and fought back the pain, and tears. "What'd they do to me?" He dug his free hand into the bed.

          Faye hugged him close and hummed that lulling tune that Spike loved, that song that he hated. "You can cry Spike, it's me…" She whispered and brushed the hair form his face and tried to see his brown eyes.

          They opened, and he didn't move as her words settled down on the both of them.

Soo…? I'm writing this around 6:48 the whether says the hurricane will still be hitting a chunk of PA ^_^ My part, NO SCHOOL!! Nahahahaaa! ::gets pumped up:: Bring on the hurricane! @_@ ::stands in the middle of an open field and fights against the strong winds:: __ Wooo…. ::goes flying:: +_+' Heh. REVIEW!!