Sanity
Chapter 12
Kiss Her
By: Rachel*
Genre: Drama/Suspense
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
Here's chapter 12! Sorry it took so long, the holiday has been stressful…or busy rather. Anyway, I hope everyone likes this one! Be sure to R+R and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
She took slow, deep breaths. Her eyes opened slowly. This was new to her. Love, that word with Spike and her was right and wrong at the same time. "The Advil's starting to work." She whispered. They'd remained in silence the entire time. He said that he loved her, swore to never keep anything from her. Was it really love, or just wishful thinking. Faye couldn't help but have these thoughts scream through her mind. Especially after how he'd hurt her before.
Spike stood up first and looked around. It way about six-thirty in the morning, the birds were beginning to sing their chipper songs. "Right," he helped her to her feet and brushed his cheek against hers. His eyes fluttered shut and so did hers as his heart wrenched. "Get on my back again." He pressed the bridge of his nose against her neck and sighed letting his hands rest on her hips.
Faye kept her eyes shut and nodded. Spike took hold of the first aid kit. Her leg hadn't bled through yet, so he didn't want to waist the gauze. She sighed and held onto him tightly. His eyes seemed comforted and he stepped through the water and to the other side of the bank. "Are you okay?" She coughed.
Spike raised his eyebrows and thought the words over. "I've been better…but yeah, in these circumstances, I'm good." He smiled. He felt something new. Love, no…he'd felt this before. He knew he loved Julia too, but with Faye the love was equally returned, if not more so. Faye hugged him, clinging to his back. There was that unfamiliar feeling again…
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The man took a drag of his cigarette. "How are Jack and his little party doing?" His voice was gargled and old.
"Well, sir. They've figured out where they're going, but Spike killed half of Jack's men." The man's reddish brown eyes darkened.
"If we don't get that chip back…" He snarled.
The guy next to him frowned. "He lied to us sir, but…what do you expect, wouldn't you if you were put through that kind of—" The man shot and killed the guy.
"Kid, in the syndicate, no one tells lies unless they're trying to get away. No one feels pity unless their weak and no one gets away alive…" He smirked sipping from his glass of gin. "Clean up this mess." The man standing by the door nodded and called in a few people from the hall to help him.
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Spike's feet crunched on the braches and leaves with each heavy step. They'd been walking for two more hours. "Time to check your leg…" Spike yawned and stopped. "Faye, hey," he shook his back around and she opened her eyes.
Her pale cheeks flushed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She sighed and got down on one leg and plopped to the ground. Spike arched his back and sighed when it cracked.
He smirked. "You're heavy." He mumbled. Faye punched him in the shoulder. He smiled and looked at her and then to her wound. It had bled through and a stain was left on his shirt. "Faye, why didn't you tell me?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I fell asleep."
He sighed and nodded his head. "Does it hurt again, or is the Advil working?" He tried to recall what the doctors had asked him when he'd been shot in the past.
"It doesn't tickle, but I'll manage." She flinched as he undid the bandage. Spike grimaced as he looked at the wound, it was swelling up around the center, and a clear residue was beginning to leak from it. He prayed it was just healing itself, and not an infection.
A chipmunk ran under a pile of leaves and Faye smiled. She'd never seen one in person and thought it looked cute. Spike looked over to where she was staring. "Tree rats, them and squirrels." Spike shook his head and dabbed some alcohol on the wound. Faye gritted her teeth.
"I think they're cute." Faye she spoke through clenched teeth.
Spike smirked. "You would." He mumbled and took out a clean roll of gauze. There was only one left. He sank his shoulders forward and shut his eyes before he began wrapping her wound. The two spare gauzes would have been fine if they'd gone towards the highways, but now that they were cutting through to the lake, Spike didn't know how many they'd need.
Faye fought back the pain by gripping onto the fabric of Spike's shirt. Their clothes were already dirty and they'd only been in the woods for a few hours. She ignored Spike's comment and continued to look around. "Which way are we going? I'm all turned around now, I forget."
Spike raised his left arm and pointed towards the hills and endless rows of trees. Faye nodded her head as he pulled back. "That way," he mumbled and offered her his hand. "Want to get on my back again?"
"You can't keep doing that the entire time, I'll just hobble behind you—"
"Get on." He was persistent with that harsh tone of his. "We'll lose daylight if you walk. You can try tomorrow if you're up to it."
Faye straightened. "Tomorrow, do you really think it's going to take until tomorrow to get to the roads from here?" Spike shrugged.
"Who knows, it might take more than three days…" He trailed off as she climbed onto his back. "I'm just worried that we'll run out of supplies for you." She smiled and leaned into him resting her head against the top of his back. He stumbled and tensed before taking a breath and continuing a slower pace.
"Do my eyes deceive me or are there two people walking up to me?" Spike froze and backed away quickly. Faye looked up as she saw a man stand with a shotgun on his arms. Her eyes widened and she held tightly onto Spike. He frowned and looked at his gun and smiled. "Sorry, I won't hurt you." He seemed older than Spike, but not quite as old as Jet. "Are you two lost, I've got a cabin not too far from here if you want to rest. I can call the rangers and they can get help—"
"No!" Spike's voice echoed and some of the birds in the tree above him flew away squawking. Faye pulled back and looked at the man and then to Spike. "I…" Spike bowed his head as the man took a step back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout, just don't call anyone to draw anyone's attention to us."
The man ran his hands over his salt and pepper colored hair. He looked at Faye on who was on Spike's back. "You two in some kind of trouble?" he gripped his hand around his gun and walked up to Spike. "You don't seem like the kind of folk that would be criminals'…"
Faye smiled weakly. "We're being chased, we'd be grateful if you could help—"
"Give us a place to rest." Faye bit her tongue. She knew what he was doing, he was being more careful; she didn't want him to end up like the people at the store did. "Also, you wouldn't have any spare bandages, or gauze on you, would you?" Spike pointed to Faye's leg.
The man rolled his lips together and whistled. "Well, you sure did get a nasty scrape on that there leg missy." He smiled warmly. "I think I can scrounge something up. Come on, it's about a ten minute walk from here. Also, if you'd like, I can get you to the falls. You'd have to stay for the night though. I'm going hunting with a few of my buddies, after you get past the falls, it's only a half an hours walk to the highways." Faye's never seen Spike's eyes light up so quickly. If she wasn't on his back she'd almost expect Spike to jump at the guy and hug him.
Spike bit his lip. "That'd be wonderful." He nodded his head.
"Name's Sam," he smiled towards Faye. "You look pale, are you feeling okay?"
Faye yawned. "I'm tired."
Spike sighed. "She's got a fever too, I think it might be from her injury, but I'm not sure." He nodded towards Spike and waved them towards his home.
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Jack yawned and backed away as a mug of coffee was shoved into his face. He looked up and his lips parted. "Kate…" He tensed. "What are you doing here, we're trying to catch them, and he'll try and hurt you!"
Faye scuffed. "I'm a big girl; I think I can handle a little bit of adventure in my life…here you look tired, have you gotten any sleep?" Jack growled and shook his head taking the coffee and chugging it down.
"Sir, I think they went the other—" The man stopped when he saw the glare he was getting from Jack. "Do you want some of us to venture into the woods?" He stared at the girl who turned and smiled at him.
"Very well, take fifteen men of your choice and do what you wish, this missions going to hell anyway." He rubbed his head and rested on the hood of his car. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I don't know. I came to pick up my car, and then I heard some gunfire and saw Spike and Faye running into a clothes shop." She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just leave the syndicate?" She sat next to him as she watched the rows of men who filed into the woods, guns rose.
"I was born into it. I had no choice, my father and mother were both involved, I thought about leaving…the only one who's gotten so far away from us alive is Spike, and now we're catching up to him." His eyes widened as Kate took his hand. He looked down and then up at her. "I…"
She smiled and leaned into his shoulder. "Why not join them. Lets help them get away…I'll go with you." Jack blinked.
"I can't I'd never live it down if you got hurt—" She kissed him and he tensed as he saw some of his men notice out of the corner of his left eye.
She blushed and pulled back. "Always wanted to do that," Jack brought a hand to his lips for a second before stiffening and staring at the ground.
After gaining his composure he stared at her. "Kiss someone?"
She laughed. "No, kiss a guy on surprise." She sighed and sipped from her own coffee. "So, what do you say? Tell them you're taking me home, and then we go to the highways and get them out of this place."
He sighed and bowed his head. "I'm not as kind as you think I am…I've killed people Kate, do you really want me to help you? Do you realize what you're really getting yourself into?"
She laughed. "Don't be stupid, I'm already involved. I don't care how many people you've killed, I've seen that smile of yours, it's not fake, it's real. You're a kind person when you get down to it…you've just been living a rough life, that's all." He stared at her his eyes fixed on hers. Nodding he took her hand and waved a few of his men over.
"You two take charge, I'm taking Kate to the highway, she says she's got a lead, and I want to check it out myself." The stared and nodded. Jack sighed and escorted Kate to her car.
He shut his eyes as they both sat down. The sound of her sipping her coffee was deafening. He thanked God for the tinted glass as he sat back in his seat and rolled his head back letting out a shout of frustration. This was over a chip, one God damned chip that was destroying his life, and not to mention his sanity.
Kate pouted and ventured to brush his bangs away from his face. He turned to face her. "Jack, it'll be okay."
He took her hand and sighed shutting his eyes and holding it against his chest. "No…no it won't, all we can do from here on out is run." He wet his lips and started the car. "You just jumped from the frying pan into the fryer my dear." She blinked and buckled her seatbelt as he sped around the corner.
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Spike sat on a musty old chair. "Here, take this." Spike looked up as Sam held him a glass of ice water and two Advil. Spike's eyes brightened. "Don't worry; I'll give you the rest for that girl of yours too."
Spike nodded and bit his bottom lip. "Her name's Faye." He sat up as he heard the shower stop running. "Thank you again by the way." He stood up and stretched. "I'm Spike, by the way."
Sam nodded. "So you two, are you married…?" Spike's stopped mid-step and turned back with a look torn between bliss, and pure terror on his tanned face. Sam chuckled. "Bachelor still I can tell by the look on your face. Sorry for intruding."
Spike smirked and nodded his head. "It's alright, I'm not bothered." He walked towards the bathroom. "I'm just going to make sure she's okay."
Sam nodded and walked onto his porch.
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Spike knocked on the door and pocked his head in. "Faye, you need some help?"
Faye stood behind a pink shower curtain. The room was small and dirty, the floor didn't look like it had been cleaned in awhile. Her eyes darted to him and she yelp, covering herself. Spike pierced his lips together. "What are you—" She stopped herself, almost forgetting what had happened to them over the past twenty-four hours. He started to leave. "Wait, could you hand him a towel Spike?" Her voice was quiet and sweet.
He looked up and with a nod he walked in and grabbed a clean towel out of the cabinet. Turning he gave to towel to Faye. He closed his eyes as she held onto his arm for balance as she stepped out. Leaning against the wall stared at him a pale blush on her cheeks. Spike looked into her green eyes and poured out every emotion he could feasibly show her with his eyes. Faye opened her mouth to speak as Spike covered the air between them and kissed her. His right hand slipped around the back of her neck and he let out a small gasp for breath as he pulled back. His stomach sank and his heart raced. "Faye…" He kissed her cheek and then trailed down her neck letting out quick puffs of air and sent chills over Faye's body.
Faye sighed and opened her eyes looking towards the window. "Spike, we shouldn't…" He kissed her again and pressed her into the wall. He smiled and buried his face into the nape of her neck. "Spike…" She shut her eyes and started to push him away.
"Afraid to make a scene?" he smirked. He kissed her again and then rested his forehead against hers placing his hands on her hips. He glanced down as water droplets fell from her hair onto his arms.
Her cheeks burned and she shakily nodded as he swayed from side to side with her. "Yes, Spike…that's—" She stopped as he pulled her tightly into his arms and pressed her face against hers. She shook in his embrace. "That's…that's it exactly." She let out a winced cry as she put weight on her leg.
"He's not that kind of person, and he's outside on his porch, only the tree rats could see us…" He smirked coyly watching her squirm in his arms. He liked how she fit into his arms, and that blush she'd get when he'd get close to her. She pushed him away he nodded. "Kidding…" He looked back up at her.
"You're not funny." His grin crossed from ear to ear as he caught the smile on her face as she hobbled towards the door. "Cary me?" he laughed at the sound of her voice.
"Yes my dear damsel in distress." He crossed the floor with the grace of any noble knight and scooped her into his arms. This was so different from anything he'd felt before. Nothing like the love he'd had for Julia. What was he thinking; he was even starting to doubt his love for her altogether. "What is my reward for my good deed malady?"
Faye's lips curved upward, he had the Old English accent and all. "My brave knight…" She thought as he set her on the spare bed. The room was directly above the bathroom, and was cold, but there were plenty of blankets. "What shall I give you?" She tugged at his tie and brought him down to face level. "I believe a kiss is fitting, don't you?"
Spike nodded and looked into her eyes as their lips met. "Fitting indeed…" He tilted her head up just a little bit.
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