Author's Fore note: thanks for guessing about my age, 15's a little low though. And thank you for the balloons MalletofDoom. Keep guessing ^.^ -Yuki-
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Chapter 4: Sleeping
Faye was in the kitchen, undoubtedly looking for something to eat. Spike couldn't really blame her too much. Jet's lack of edible material on the ship, made his normally wonderful and at the least sufferable cooking, unbearable. It's not that Spike didn't give him points for trying, but…well…yeah it was pretty much that he didn't give him points for trying. When Ein wouldn't eat it…that was just where he drew the line. He'd starve.
Faye wasn't like that though, she needed food, and she needed a lot of it. He wondered how she stayed so slim, but he didn't ask. He knew better than that.
"Hey Faye, I need a favor."
"Forget it Spike," she didn't even look up from her rummaging through the refrigerator.
"But I…"
"NO! I heard Ed's sick. If you wanna play nursemaid, that's your choice, but keep me out of it buster."
She marched past him, empty-handed, Spike noted with some satisfaction, and out of the kitchen.
"Bitch," he muttered.
"I heard that!" She called.
"Good for you!" he shouted back. He took the pan full of water and the wash-cloth and went back to his room.
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Ed lay deathly still in Spike's bed, Ein at her side looking nervous. It was disconcerting to have her be that still, sick or not. He rolled up his sleeves and dipped the cloth in the pan of water.
"Spike," Edward moaned quietly, and he saw that she was looking at him out of fever-weary eyes.
"Yeah kid?"
She blinked slowly, as if it hurt and when she opened them again they were slits, "If I died, would Spike cry?"
It was the most sane thing he had ever heard her say and it scared him shitless, "You're not gonna die Ed."
She closed her eyes and there was a tiny smile on her face, "I know, but would Spike cry?"
He placed the wet rag on her sweaty forehead and leaned back in his chair. He lit a cigarette and studied the orb that Jet had given him.
"Edward would cry if Spike died," She muttered.
Spike closed his eyes against the words, "You don't know what you're saying Ed."
"Uh-huh," Ed groaned.
Spike felt tears prickle at his real eye. This was insane! Edward liked him? He had never shown her any real kindness. He understood her certainly, but he hadn't done anything to warrant any devotion from Ed.
"You're nice," she muttered.
"Shut up Edward."
The young girl started a horrible coughing fit, it was wet and dangerous sounding. Spike flinched at every heave of the small body.
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A/N: I haven't brainstormed past this for the moment, but I hope this is okay for now.