Push You Off A Cloud
Chapter 2
I'll Be Here in the Morning
By: Rachel*
Rated: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Romance
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Here's Chapter 2! What's going to happen? How will Faye react to seeing Spike again? R+R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Faye inched her way back into the dimly lit bathroom. Spike stood in the doorway and waved, with that way to familiar smug grin on his face. She didn't say anything. Her face was pale. Swallowing, she fell back. Her hand landed on the razor. Faye's eyes shut tightly as the pain shot through her. The blades quickly sliced into the palm of her hand. "Damn it…" She cursed.
Spike's lips parted and he fell to his knees as the images of her dead body flashed into his mind. He shut his eyes and shook his head violently. Faye pulled the razor away and held her bloody hand up to her face and examining the wound. Spike frowned and stood up, grabbing a new hand towel, and tossing it over to her.
"Are you okay?" Spike pulled her hand over and looked over the wound carefully. It was just a small cut on her hand. He sighed, and rolled his head back. "You're okay…"
Faye shook as she looked at him. "You…" Spike rolled his head back up and frowned.
"Died," Spike finished for her. He let his fingers run through his mop of green hair as he stared over at her hand. "Why'd you do it?" Spike looked over at her.
Faye's eyes were glassy. He knew she was drunk, and that he most likely wouldn't get a clear answer, but he had to try anyway. "Do what?" Faye stammered.
Spike bowed his head and pointed to the razor. "You were going to kill yourself, why would you even consider doing that? Just giving up? Finding the cheaters way—" Faye slapped him clear across the face.
"Don't even say a word to me!" She screamed. Faye pulled her hand away from the towel. "How would you even know if I'd kill myself, especially over you, of all people?"
Do you love her? Do you love her?! Do you?! Do you…?
Spike cursed silently to himself as Shin's taunting voice screamed through his head. "Faye…I know you would of because I was sent to stop you." He paused as the words she'd said to him ran across his mind. He smirked and leaned towards her. "Oh, you do care about me, don't you?" He teased, she wasn't amused.
"Bastard, you don't know anything about me!" She pushed him away. Flinching, she stumbled towards the tub. Spike rolled his eyes and raced after her, grabbing her arm and jerking her towards him. Faye reeled back and into his arms. He sighed against her face and ran his hand through her hair.
Faye tried to pull away. "Stop it," he frowned and held her tighter. She grimaced.
"No, let me go!" She struggled and scratched at his arms. Spike turned and stared at the mirror. Faye stopped suddenly and took in a gasp of breath. "You…"
Spike pierced his lips together. Uncomfortably he stared at the mirror. Only Faye could be seen. "See what I mean, I was sent to—" Faye covered his mouth with her hands. She stared at Spike and walked him against the linen closet. Her hands moved to his face. She ran her fingers gracefully over his eyes. Spike relaxed as her fingers rested on his lips. Smirking, he kissed her palm. He frowned as she pulled back. "Am I real enough for you?" He soothed.
"How do I know this isn't a dream?" Faye cursed under her breath as he moved the towel from her bleeding hand and tossed it in the sink. He looked down and then back into her green eyes. His gaze was intense, and drew her attention to him.
"The day you buried me…You threw a rock at my grave and chipped the stone," He closed his eyes. "You said you loved me…is it true?" Spike wet his lips.
Faye stared at him and closed her eyes, shaking her head. "I'm going to bed." Faye muttered and started to walk away.
Spike straightened and turned around and looked at her again. "What…?" He gawked at her, dumbfounded by her change in tone.
"You wouldn't say something like that if you were real." His chest tightened and he clenched his right fist. "I'm an angel…" Faye paused and rolled her eyes looking back at him.
She turned back and stepped closer to him. Taking hold of Spike's collar she shoved him into the door of the closet and pressed her lips to his. Spike's eyes grew to the size of oranges and he refused to respond. She pulled back and bit down on her lower lip. "Well, this is a first that you've had control of a situation in my dreams Spike…" She arched an eyebrow up at him. Spike rolled his shoulders back and turned his head away. He wet his lips again, and tasted the bitter rum that Faye had been drinking. He looked over at the tub and noticed the broken bottle. "I'm all yours…" She sighed and rested her head into his chest.
Spike blinked and tried to speak. "Faye, I'm not kidding. I'm dead, you did bury me. I'm going to have to leave you again too—" Faye jerked him to the tile floor and he shouted out in pain as his head crashed into the back of the tub. "Damn it, Faye what are you…" He sat up and pulled his legs against his chest as she tried to move towards him. "Faye…" He was getting frustrated.
"What, are you scared of me?" Faye closed her eyes and smiled. Her cheeks were flushed with drunkenness.
Spike thought of things that wouldn't have happened in her dreams. He looked up at her and tuned his head the side. "I'll be there in the morning." Faye stopped. Her hands shook as she reached for his face. "Let's go to sleep, I'll be with you in the morning. Hold onto me all you want, I'll hold you back, but please…You have to believe me Faye." She looked up at him and just stared into his two-toned eyes.
Was she dreaming? Or was she actually seeing him, feeling him? Was this the rum talking to her? "Spike…?" His eyes were warm; he nodded and stood, forcing back the numbing pain in the back of his head. He offered Faye a hand and she took it.
Spike laced his right hand with her left, and guided her to his room. Faye pulled back and shook her head. She backed herself into the wall and slid down. "What's wrong?"
Faye bit down on her thumbnail and shook her head again. "I can't go in there." She shook.
Spike bowed his head as the guilt inside him began to eat away at his heart. He nodded. "Is yours alright?" He bent down and brushed her hair away from her emerald eyes. They were glazed with tears. Spike pierced his lips together and laid a kiss on her forehead, praying that she'd realize it was him.
Faye nodded and Spike lifted her into his arms and carried her to her room. He shut the door with a kick of his foot and sat her on the bed. Faye rolled onto her side and shivered. He walked over and grabbed her two spare blankets that she had on the back of a rocking chair and wrapped them around Faye's small frame. She reached her hand out and clutched onto his. Spike looked at her as she trembled. "Don't go…"
Spike's lips parted and he sat on the side of the bed. "I won't leave…" He moved overtop of her and fell onto his left side so he could face her. Their eyes met and Spike found it to be relaxing. He rolled onto his back and tugged at her t-shirt. Faye, still trembling nodded and moved so she was leaning into him.
She suddenly became aware of how real this felt. Not some surreal, half assed fantasy that she'd have in her dreams… This was the real thing; Spike was really there with her. "I missed you so much…" She shuttered into his shoulder and took a quick breath of air letting out a shaken cry. She prayed that he'd really stay.
Spike rolled his head back and shut his eyes letting his mouth hang open. "I missed you too Faye." He turned and looked out the small window at the black starry sky. As she cried he became aware of how much she really did care about him. "I should have stayed." He closed his eyes as she moved her head up and looked at him. "I'm sorry." He ran his fingers through her hair. He could have had so much more with Faye than with… His brown eyes opened wide and he shot forward holding his chest. "I-It hurts." Spike coughed.
Faye wiped her teary eyes and looked at him in worry. "What does?"
"Faye…" He rolled onto his back and arched forward, gripping at the pillow.
Do you love her Spike? Do you…? Do you?!
He clawed at the sheets. His body felt like it was on fire. He clutched his chest in pain. "Spike!" Faye did the last thing she could think of and kissed him. Spike closed his eyes tightly, and cleared his mind of all thoughts except for Faye. The pain stopped. She pulled away and he took long puffs of air into his chest. He brought his hands to his head and tugged at his hair. The realization that Faye was kissing him had come to mind. Faye, that shrew, bitter woman, that...loved him. He blinked, and slowly met her gaze.
"I'm okay." He sighed, and rested his hand on her cheek. "…God, am I sorry I left." Faye closed her eyes and smiled, pressing her face into his hand as his fingers tangled with her thin locks of hair.
"Just as long as you're here in the morning, I don't mind that you left me, because now you're back." She smiled and snuggled down next to him. Reaching her hand over, she covered them both up with the blanket. "Just like this." She breathed.
Spike closed his eyes tightly. He was back, but for how long? For all he knew, they'd bring him back in the middle of the night, leaving Faye stranded and alone again. "Do I love her?" He whispered softly, in a voice too quiet for Faye to hear.
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