Sanity
Chapter 6
By: Rachel*
Rated: R
**Warning for content**
Gender: Romance
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
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Disclaimer: Still don't own Bebop.
Faye's eyes widened and Spike turned towards her with tears laced in his eyes. What had they done to make him cry? Let alone cry in front of her willingly. Faye sat up as he shut his eyes and lied down on his back. He reached his hand out and traced around her neck where he'd left a painful looking mark. "Does it hurt much?"
Faye stammered with her words, so many things wanted to come out at once. "I…only a little," she swallowed and got up. "Are you thirsty, I'd lay off any heavy food until tomorrow, I don't want you throwing up all over me now." She winked, and Spike smiled whipping the tears away quickly. Faye grabbed a soda. "It should help calm down your stomach a little."
"Not my nerves though…" He caught the soda as Faye tossed it in the air, and over to him. She laid down next to Spike and popped the tab of her soda and rested it on her stomach. Looking at the ceiling she watched out of the corner of her eyes as Spike turned and stared only at her. She did the same, and noticed how dangerously close they were to each other. Faye stared at him, not wanting to move, afraid she'd ruin the moment.
Spike's two-toned eyes were the only thing in her focus. He smiled, and moved. Faye listened as his soda can dropped to the ground with a thud. Faye swallowed as his left hand brushed away the purple locks of hair from her china doll face.
Sighing, he fought back the pain and leaned in towards her face. Faye panicked. Her soda tipped and fell to the floor pouring over the carpet. Faye used it as her escape and jolted forward. "My soda…" She mumbled. Her face was flushed; she hurriedly got up and grabbed a hand towel to clean up the mess. Bending down Spike stared past her and shook his head before flopping back onto his back and covering his face with his arms. Faye rubbed the towel into the carpet with more and more force.
"Blot, don't rub." Spike muttered under his breath. Faye paused and picked up the towel and walked back into the bathroom. He heard her going through a bag and then the running water as she started the shower.
"You want to get in the shower first or can I?" She stepped out and grabbed shampoo out of the other bag in the hall.
Spike waved towards her. "Go right ahead." He looked to his left and found the television zapper. "Salvation…" He whispered and quickly turned on the TV and surfed through different channels.
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Faye walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Covering her mouth she slid down the door and took a few deep breaths. "It's him." She whispered.
Spike sat up as he stared at the news station. "I repeat, they've escaped from Speer Psychiatric Hospital, and are presumed dangerous, if you see them, call the police right away." Spike's lips parted as images of both him and Faye showed up on the screen with the number to call listed below.
"Faye, Faye hurry, come here!" Spike spoke up and turned up the volume. The door opened and she popped her head out.
"What is it?" Faye's eyes were puffy; Spike could tell she'd been crying. He nodded his head towards the TV. Faye's eyes widened slowly, and she ran back into the bathroom. "Come here."
Spike arched and eyebrow up at her. "What for…?" He trailed off as Faye held out two things of hair dye.
"It'll help a little," she sighed. "I grabbed them incase we needed it, and I looks like we will." Faye frowned, looking over at him. Spike grimaced and nodded his head.
Yawing, he took the dark brown from her hands as she walked over. Spike shrugged his shoulders. "Not really." He took Faye's bottle, black. Looking down he avoided her eyes. Gritting his teeth, he dropped them both to the ground and turned back and sat on the bed.
Faye's eyebrows forwarded. "Spike?" she questioned. Taking a step further he looked up at her.
"I didn't mean that." He rippled his lips together. "The…" He moved his hands around trying to think of the words to use.
"Attempted kiss?" Faye mumbled. Spike nodded letting his arms fall at his sides. Faye let out a sigh and sat next to Spike.
He glanced down at her hands as she held them in her lap. Spike turned away and got up. "I need some fresh air…" He walked over to the windows and pulled the blinds.
"You were thinking about Julia, weren't you?" Faye lied back on the mattress, and once again stared at the ceiling.
Spike stiffened and quickly opened the window. He closed his eyes as a cool breeze blew his hair about. "If I was?" his voice was frigid.
Faye didn't know what to say. Oh, well, she's dead…move on? She'd lose him in an instant. "You want to get in first?" she asked again; anything to remove the tension in the room.
Spike turned around and walked past her and went into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. "Here," he opened it and tossed the bag to her feet before closing and locking it behind him.
Faye smirked. It was nice to see him moving around again. She shook her head. It was nice just to see him again, what did she expect, for him to fall madly in love with her when he saw her again? "Stupid…" she trudged over to the window and looked outside. It was nearly four already, the sun was getting ready to set, the clouds began to gather. It was going to rain. Drenching her heart, and making it bitter again, her brick wall would rebuild itself. She listened to the television some more, and started to regret even saving him. "No," she shook her head. She couldn't do that. No matter how much she wanted to hate him, she loved him.
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Spike opened the door and the steam from the hot shower poured out, mixing with the crisp air. With a towel wrapped around his waist he looked inside a bag and smiled when he saw a few pairs of boxers. Water dripped from his hair and he glanced over at the bed. "Th…" he stopped when he saw that Faye was asleep. Her arms were wrapped around herself, and she was curled into a tight little ball. Smiling he grabbed a blanket out of the closet by the door and walked over to her. Making sure not to wake her, he covered her up and brushed hair away from her eyes before walking back to the bathroom to get dressed.
Faye's eyes opened and she coiled into a tighter ball. Stretching her arm back she grabbed a pillow and rested her head under it.
It was cruel, and tainted relationship that they had. They could love each other, and yet they couldn't. Two worlds connected on a fine line that was stretching further and further apart. Was if going to break altogether, or snap back together?
Faye sighed into her pillow and closed her eyes again. She longed for him to hold her and whisper sweet things into her ears, hold her like there was no tomorrow. Like the way lovers held one another. That's the kind of relationship she was aching for. "Love me…"
Spike stood silently. His brown orbs widened as he hung his towel around his neck, letting it rest around his shoulders. He breathed, letting his lips part. His chest moved in and out with each tiny breath. His heartbeat sped up. He closed his lips around a cigarette. Faye had bought a pack, and a lighter to go with it. Closing his eyes he flipped back the top of the little Zippo and sparked up his cancer stick. "You say something?" He mumbled exhaling.
Faye's body shuttered in surprise as his voice cut through the silence. He moved over the top of the bed and looked at the clock before lying back and staring down at the top of Faye's head. "No," her voice was inaudibly soft.
She closed her eyes as the hot tears started to form. The familiar smell of smoke swept passed her. Spike sprawled himself out and let his left arm fall near her face. He leaned his head back just enough to see her eyes shut tightly, and then she blinked several times.
No longer intimidated by Faye he asked her again. "Are you sure?" Turning his palm up, he flexed his fingers out. Faye watched her eyes glazed over and her vision blurred.
Dauntless, Faye took hold of Spike's hand. He inhaled and his eyes shut slowly as she drew his fingertips to her lips, and tenderly kissed each one. "No," she shuttered again.
Spike put out his cigarette and let his head roll back, as Faye rested her head against his hand. "What'd you say then?" He pierced his lips together, and she pressed her face against his hand more.
Faye turned and leaned up so she could meet his gaze. Spike's eyebrows arched up as he saw the tears flowing down her cheeks. Sitting up completely Spike's hand reached out to touch her cheek, but he stopped and looked down. What was he thinking, this was Faye. For some reason though, seeing her like this, he wanted to hold her. His mind was racing. "Spike," Faye breathed and looked at the scar on the left side of his chest. It was large and painful looking. Daring she traced the scar.
Spike gritted his teeth and took a firm hold of her hand. "What are you doing?" He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Faye only pulled away and traced the scar again.
"Did Vicious do this?" Faye let her hair fall into her face as Spike's body tensed.
He swallowed and nodded. Leaning into the backboard he watched as Faye sat up and looked into his eyes. "I missed you." She whispered.
Spike blinked. Slowly Faye moved into his frame and rested her head in his arms. Slowly her hands moved to his lips and she brushed against them. Spike swallowed. "Faye," he shook his head and pushed his away. "We can't do this…"
Faye bowed her head as a tear fell onto his arm. Spike inhaled sharply and he shook his head more, and straightened his frame while whipping the tears away from her eyes. "I thought you were dead…" She whispered.
Spike shook his head. "I'm sorry." He closed his eyes as Faye leaned into him again. Her skin was cool to the touch, and her hair felt like tiny strands of silk.
Faye kissed him in the corner of his mouth. She heard him sigh and hesitate to her actions. Faye shook her head. "I want this to happen, Spike." She moved down and kissed along his chin line. "I…" She didn't finish her words and kissed him on the lips.
Spike was shocked, but soon closed his eyes and melted into her words, and kisses. "Faye," he sighed into her mouth. Faye pulled away and moved back to the scar and kissed it tenderly. Spike closed his eyes and let out a small groan. "We really shouldn't…" He sat up as Julia's face popped into the back of his head. "I can't Faye, I still…" He stood up and walked out the window. The setting sun was in his eyes. Narrowing them, he closed the curtain. He heard Faye stand, frowning he turned to find Faye by his side. She took his hand and led him back over to the bed. She sat down and looked into his eyes.
"Spike, she's…" Faye didn't want to finish.
Spike looked into her eyes and then looked down at the carpet. She was right. Julia was dead, and wouldn't be back. "Move on…" He nodded his head and looked up at her. "Move on." He whispered again, and kissed her full on the lips.
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Spike had thought he'd known what love was when he'd been with Julia, that guilty pain he'd felt in the back of his mind was always there, but he thought it was right…with Faye there was no pain, everything was right. He wanted this to last, to move on from Julia, and fall for Faye fully and completely. "Faye," he let out a low growl, as Faye cried out digging her nails into his back. She arched her back into his chest as they let their masks fall.
Forbidden words that were never to be shared between one another were spoken. They knew each others emotions. If only for a second they were one. Faye let two tears fall from her eyes, and Spike quickly kissed them away and he buried his face into her neck. "I love you," she whispered.
Spike smiled and nodded his head. "I know." He rolled onto his back and pulled Faye close, holding her tight. Leaving the covers around their waists they lied there together listening to each others' breathing and steady heartbeats.
He inhaled and Faye let out a small sigh, snuggling closer, and running her left hand down his arm. Spike closed his eyes. It was dark out. The window was still open. He felt a cool breeze blow over the two of them, the curtains made a shuttering noise as they bumped against the sill. His fingers buried themselves in her violet locks. She smiled and kissed around his collarbone. "This changes things, you know that." Faye's voice was low, and crisp.
Swallowing, he nodded and stared back up at the ceiling. "I know." His voice was deep, and soothing. Faye's green eyes rested on his soda that was still on the ground from earlier. "We should get some sleep, they'll find us soon."
Faye nodded and moved up a hair so her head was resting in the crook of Spike's neck. Spike moved his arms and titled her chin up to meet his face. Tenderly he kissed her forehead and then gingerly kissed her lips. Faye bit down on her lower lip. Spike smirked, and she blushed, lying back down. "We should go in three hours tops." Spike agreed and the two of them let sleep take over them.
Iris
By: The Goo Goo Dolls
And I'd
give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
