Anyway, I got hit with the magic lightbulb again and decided to introduce a
new character. Even though the title has the phrase 'Preacherman', don't
think for one moment that this guy is holy. Although he has holy
ties...okay, he's kinda of a preacher....you'll see what I mean....
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, but I do own Blair so keep your clammy hands to yourself1!! Just messing with your heads...
A Life Full Of Saturdays : Son Of A Preacherman
He was anything but holy. One could parade down a sidewalk, catch a glimpse of him, and automatically suspect that he was the product of the Almighty One, itself. However, he would open his parched lips and speak some rude comment, and any inention of giving a confession to the man was blown off by the insult. He was a goodhearted man, though, and would smile after rousing your temper and apologize, claiming he was only kidding. His name was Blair Whittaker, the son of the infamous Reverend Tucker Whittaker. Perhaps his father wasn't commonly known on Mars, but he consumed the havoc he induced upon the people of Earth, speaking 'words of the prophets' that Armageddon was closing on them. He hated his father for the nonsense he spoke. Armageddon was indeed upon them, but it wasn't biblical or anything of the sorts. People of Earth had brought the distruction upon themselves and were now facing the consequenes of poverity and depression. He now walked the sidewalks of Mars with a restless grin playing upon his features. He was a bit of a preacherman himself, now that he thought about it. Since he was five he had been brought up to follow in his father's footsteps - to become a man of the cloth. It was when he reached his seventeenth birthday that he realized that he never wanted to live that nightmare. Blair had watched his father give a sermon one Sunday and despised every word. The words he heard other preachers speak was nothing like the dark, gruesome gospels he father bellowed out. So, that night, he paid for a hooker and sinned all night. But he didn't sleep with the hooker, instead, he held a pistol to her head and gave her a choice - Live a life worth living that didn't include prostitution or go on with that life and die a miserable death one day. She chose the first one.
Sure, it wasn't your typical way of changing a life, but a year later, he found the same hooker working at an institute that helped battered women. Ever since then, Blair roamed the galaxy, helping lost souls and enlightening them of their choices in life. Sometimes, he would fail, and the person would spiral into a hopless life of self destruction. But the others, would thanking him for showing them those choices. He mostly kept to himself, chainsmoking his way down the streets. By pure chance, people would fall into his arms and plead with his violet eyes for help. He would comply and then mysteriously leave when he thought his mission complete. Women were the main wanderers who walked into his life. Call it his aura. Precisely. His aura. At 26, Blair's 'aura' was quite defined. His tame, shaggy, sea blue hair almost covered his orchid eyes entirely. His features seemed to be chiseled from a rare stone, but was speckled with his recklessness, shown by the whisps of unshaven facial hair. He was tall, and very lean and dressed very well for a roamer. You could usually see Blair Whittaker in a creamy loose tuxedo shirt and neatly pressed black slacks. The jacket that set off the outfit was hung over his shoulder on hot days and clinging to his muscular frame on cooler ones. A wooden cross hung flacidly around his tanned neck. But Blair Whittaker had more secrets than the people he saved. Secrets that were meant to be kept hidden. And he intended to do just that....that is, until a violecious haired woman ran into, almost knocking the breath out of him. Maybe what surpised him most wasn't the fact that her beauty transcended that of angel, but the fact that she held a Glock 30 to his head as she panted and refused to let the blood trickling down her forehead interrupt her vision...
Spike kicked a lonesome pebble down the first alley he came upon. It was eerily quiet, something Spike knew from exprience, was not a good sign. He kept his senses alert as he walked down the narrow pathway. Perhaps it was a deathwish to do so, for a found a large man towering over a small figure. The figure, though, didn't show a speck of fear. Instead, she watched the hovering man for a moment, before changing the direction of her silver eyes to Spike.
Serenity had thought it was safe when she poked her head out of the metal hinges of the fire escape. But her theory proved to be wrong as brute strength grabbed her by her fine locks and hauled to the wall, only to be thrown against the brick wall. The air was completely knocked out of her as her tiny spine crashed against the hard surface. She winced in pain but did not shed a tear. She learned a long time ago that tears got you no where and that went for this time as well. Her eyes shifted as Spike's presence lingered through her mind. She didn't think he would help her, but her opinion quickly changed as his monotone voice rushed through the stone hallway.
"It's not nice to pick on little kids, you know." Spike remained as cool as possible. Serenity was more trouble than she was worth but the kid had saved his life not too long ago. He may have wanted to die but she went through all that trouble....he might as well pay her back. The large man stared at Spike, his teeth gritting an uncanny rhthym.
"She saw too much. It's my job to make sure the brat doesn't tattle." Serenity curled up into a tighter ball, making Spike's heart ache with guilt. When did he become such a softie?!
"See, that's where we have a little problem. I know you intend to kill a helpless kid, and call me a wuss, but I don't like to see kids get hurt. Although I wouldn't recommend saying it."
"Wuss..." The man lunged at Spike, only to gracefully dodge every movement. He caught the man with a kick, followed by a forceful punch to the face, knocking the man unconcious. He proved to be an easy opponent.
"I warned you...." His mismatched eyes traveled back to the little girl trembling in the corner of the alley. Serenity brushed away a tear that had managed to sneak by her senses. Her bottom lip quivered for a moment as she struggled to stand. She had never been that scared. She never had a reason to. Serenity's life had been nothing but peaceful until she began to have visions of her Snow White and the mismatched Prince Charming. She stood across from Spike for a moment and peered at him before bolting towards Spike and wrapping her thin arms around his torso. She cried then for the first time in years. She was just so happy to be alive and it was because of this man. She buried her head deeper into the mangled yellow dress shirt that Spike always sported and found comfort in the hug that she recieved from the man.
Three things. He hated three things the most : kids, animals, and women with attitude. Yet, here he was, comforting the small girl with a gentle, but sincere, hug. He couldn't help it. She was just so helpless and defenseless. No one was around to pat her head and say 'It'll be ok.' No one to be there for her. Spike evev wondered if the child ever knew what it was like to have a family. He certainly couldn't tell her how it felt but....what was he saying? Of course he knew what it was like to have a family. He didn't realize until that moment that the Bebop crew was the closest thing he had to a family. A sickening ache, worse than the previous, swallowed his stomach. He had abandoned them, just like that. Serenity wiped away her tears and wiped at her runny nose with her torn sleeve.
"You saved me Spike Spiegel." Spike rammed his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't expect this all the time kid. I just happened to be in the same neighborhood." Serenity's eyes brightened at his statement for some odd reason.
"Faye brought you here!! She brought you here so you could find her!!" She pulled on his arm, unable to move the cowboy from his solid spot.
"What are you talking about Serenity? I haven't seen Faye." Serenity tugged even harder, almost knocking herself over.
"Then that just means you have to go save her from the mean red head so she won't eat the poison apple!!"
"What?!" Spike was growing more confused by the second. He finally brought down his hands on Serenity's shoulders to keep the kid still. Serenity huffed in frustration.
"You HAVE to GO SAVE Faye before she eats the apple!!!" Her cheeks were flushed with anger for the bounty hunter.
"Okay, okay. Just chill. Who took Faye?"
"A REDHEAD!!!"
"A name!! A name would be nice here!" Serenity shut her eyes and searched her memory for the man's name.
"Suk....i..moto? Yes!! That's what Snow White called him!!! Chuck!! Sukimoto!!" Spike's eyes dilated at the man's name and then resumed to a stoic coldness he hadn't shown since his showdown with Vicious. Another light tug brought him out of his bloodlust as he glanced down at the child below him. "Come on!! This way!! They went this way!" Spike proceeded to let the star crossed child lead him to where ever Sukimoto had taken Faye to.
Faye sighed heavily as she struggled with her binds. Damn that Spike. If it wasn't for him and his stupid charms, they would've skipped that dumb dance and captured Sukimoto long before Spike would go waltzing off to an irrational suicide. She struggled for a moment longer before she could feel the nylon rope slip over one of her wrists. She mentally congratulated herself before loosening up the wrist. Finally! Free at last! She scanned the dark room for any kind of object she could use as a weapon to defend herself with. No gun. Dammit. No knife of any sort. Damn it to hell. She would have to rely on her skills to get out of this one. She quickly hid behind the large door as the lock clicked, revealing an intruder. She darted behind him, but was caught off guard by Sukimoto's own swiftness. He grabbed for her arm, only to be kicked in the groin. He retailiated fasted than Faye thought possible as he backhanded her, his large gold ring catching her head. She could feel blood seep through her flesh but shook it off and answered the man with her own punch, breaking a perfectly trimmed nail. He would pay dearly for that one. While Sukimoto coped with the blow, he failed to see the pale leg swinging up to his face in time to block it. He fell to the ground in pain. Faye chose that moment to search for gun that he had so meticiously stolen from her. She yelled out in exicitment as her Glock 30 was returned to her hands. She peered carefully into the hallway. Her vision began to blur from exhaustion and blood loss. Silently, she scampered out of the room and ran to the nearest exit. Lady Luck must've been on her side that day, for she only had to worry about one guard, who lay sleeping by the exit. She busted through the doors and searched for someone to be her eyes for a moment.
She pushed by several people before spotting a man with a cross. A cross only meant one thing to Faye : religion. Ad men of religion were ones to be trusted, most of the time. She pressed the cool metal of her Glock to his head and let go of the safety. He raised his hands to show he was unarmed and willing to comply. At least he knew when he was beaten. Faye glared at him in desperation.
"Where am I?"
"Mars. Look, you're bleeding and in obvious need -"
"Shut up!! Do you have a zip craft?" Her crimson dipped fingers shook around the gun. She was nervous and forlorn, but most of all, scared to death. Blair shook his head, cobalt strands of hair shading his eyes, but not the coy grin he had formed.
"But I know where I can get one."
"Good. Take me to the Be-" Bullets whizzed past her ear and she pushed the man aside, taking aim at her assailants. There were too many. Funny, but she couldn't remember that many men inside. She leaned against the corner of the wall and shot at the men. She expected more ringing shots but heard only grunts and two single gunshots. Dominating over her stood the blue haired man who was supposed to whicking her away to the Bebop. His arm was extended and at the end stood a smoking barrel. Although, Fae couldn't tell where the origin of the smoke was - his mouth or the pistol that came from no where. She stood up herself and peered around the corner. The stranger hadn't let his shooting arm fall, meaning there was still another person standing and they seemed dangerous to him. His violet eyes narrowed towards the intruder as a smirk curled among the corners of his lips. Faye grasped the wall for support and glanced over at the man. Slowly, her jaded eyes traveled up the lanky form to the opposing chesnut eyes to the wild green mane of hair. His arm was level with her lifesaver and both seemed to be in a draw. Her dehydrated lips searched for some smart ass comment to catch the cowboy's attention, but the only she could muster was his name. It was powerful enough.
"Spike..." She collapsed right there, but Blair managed to catch her before she hit the pavement. His smirk was erased from his face and was now sporting a concerned frown. Spike grimaced as his foe's hands entertwined with Faye's frail form. She was battered and Spike regretted not getting there sooner. Serenity was still behind him, her tiny nails hanging on to the back of his jacket.
"Let her go!" Blair didn't flinch.
"She came to me Spiegel."
"Don't start that gospel bullshit with me Preacherman!" Blair looked away at the mention of his former nickname. It was one he wanted to forget.
"Why are you even here? Last I heard, you and Vicious had battled to the death."
"I see news travels fast. Let's just say that I was bestowed with a guardian angel." Spike could feel Serenity surpress a giggle. She was obviously glad about the way he had acknowledged her. Blair shrugged, adjusting the fallen vixen in his arms.
"So I see. It's a shame you let the first one get shot in the back." His statement was simple but it held more venom than any snakebite and Spike could already feel the deadly sting spread through his heart.
"I going to say this once and only once - let Faye go!" Blair glanced down as Faye lush eyelashes fluttered open.
"Spike? You....you ARE alive!!" She contorted within Blair's grip. Spike didn't budge.
"Hang on Romani...." Blair's grasp tightened as he fetched a small white orb with his free hand.
"If she means that much to you...." He threw the orb at Spike, a white cloud forming around the crowd. Spike ran forth towards the area where he last saw Faye but began to gag as the smoke overtook his lungs.
"SPIKE!!!" It was last words spoken by Faye as a blunt object knocked her unconcious fo r the second time that day.
You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you don't know what you already have until it's gone. Other times, you get something ten times better because you hung on long enough through the mistrials and errors and came out victorious. As Faye sank into an uncomfortable darkness, her mind created a still frame of the lanky figure with kelly hair that could never be controlled. He was alive and Faye was glad. Would she be this glad when they reunited? Probably not. When something that powerful intervenes with two people, it causes a deep scar that cannot be healed with modern medical technology. However, it WILL heal, with time. Time,care, and patience. Something neither Spike nor Faye are capable of. But Faye thought, no she knew, that the night she asked for Spike's return, she saw a single star fall, only to be replaced with a brighter. Maybe it was God's way of telling her her wish was granted. But stars fall for a reason, people, and this case is no different. Fallen stars can mean two things : that star has fallen from grace and will finally rest in peace, or it is taking a short break before relighting its aurora that had brightened your day from the beginning. Or if a new star has pushed its way through, maybe it's just time for the first star to simmer away and diminish for good. Whatever the reason, Faye knew she would be looking at stars for a good portion of her time for the next few nights.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, but I do own Blair so keep your clammy hands to yourself1!! Just messing with your heads...
A Life Full Of Saturdays : Son Of A Preacherman
He was anything but holy. One could parade down a sidewalk, catch a glimpse of him, and automatically suspect that he was the product of the Almighty One, itself. However, he would open his parched lips and speak some rude comment, and any inention of giving a confession to the man was blown off by the insult. He was a goodhearted man, though, and would smile after rousing your temper and apologize, claiming he was only kidding. His name was Blair Whittaker, the son of the infamous Reverend Tucker Whittaker. Perhaps his father wasn't commonly known on Mars, but he consumed the havoc he induced upon the people of Earth, speaking 'words of the prophets' that Armageddon was closing on them. He hated his father for the nonsense he spoke. Armageddon was indeed upon them, but it wasn't biblical or anything of the sorts. People of Earth had brought the distruction upon themselves and were now facing the consequenes of poverity and depression. He now walked the sidewalks of Mars with a restless grin playing upon his features. He was a bit of a preacherman himself, now that he thought about it. Since he was five he had been brought up to follow in his father's footsteps - to become a man of the cloth. It was when he reached his seventeenth birthday that he realized that he never wanted to live that nightmare. Blair had watched his father give a sermon one Sunday and despised every word. The words he heard other preachers speak was nothing like the dark, gruesome gospels he father bellowed out. So, that night, he paid for a hooker and sinned all night. But he didn't sleep with the hooker, instead, he held a pistol to her head and gave her a choice - Live a life worth living that didn't include prostitution or go on with that life and die a miserable death one day. She chose the first one.
Sure, it wasn't your typical way of changing a life, but a year later, he found the same hooker working at an institute that helped battered women. Ever since then, Blair roamed the galaxy, helping lost souls and enlightening them of their choices in life. Sometimes, he would fail, and the person would spiral into a hopless life of self destruction. But the others, would thanking him for showing them those choices. He mostly kept to himself, chainsmoking his way down the streets. By pure chance, people would fall into his arms and plead with his violet eyes for help. He would comply and then mysteriously leave when he thought his mission complete. Women were the main wanderers who walked into his life. Call it his aura. Precisely. His aura. At 26, Blair's 'aura' was quite defined. His tame, shaggy, sea blue hair almost covered his orchid eyes entirely. His features seemed to be chiseled from a rare stone, but was speckled with his recklessness, shown by the whisps of unshaven facial hair. He was tall, and very lean and dressed very well for a roamer. You could usually see Blair Whittaker in a creamy loose tuxedo shirt and neatly pressed black slacks. The jacket that set off the outfit was hung over his shoulder on hot days and clinging to his muscular frame on cooler ones. A wooden cross hung flacidly around his tanned neck. But Blair Whittaker had more secrets than the people he saved. Secrets that were meant to be kept hidden. And he intended to do just that....that is, until a violecious haired woman ran into, almost knocking the breath out of him. Maybe what surpised him most wasn't the fact that her beauty transcended that of angel, but the fact that she held a Glock 30 to his head as she panted and refused to let the blood trickling down her forehead interrupt her vision...
Spike kicked a lonesome pebble down the first alley he came upon. It was eerily quiet, something Spike knew from exprience, was not a good sign. He kept his senses alert as he walked down the narrow pathway. Perhaps it was a deathwish to do so, for a found a large man towering over a small figure. The figure, though, didn't show a speck of fear. Instead, she watched the hovering man for a moment, before changing the direction of her silver eyes to Spike.
Serenity had thought it was safe when she poked her head out of the metal hinges of the fire escape. But her theory proved to be wrong as brute strength grabbed her by her fine locks and hauled to the wall, only to be thrown against the brick wall. The air was completely knocked out of her as her tiny spine crashed against the hard surface. She winced in pain but did not shed a tear. She learned a long time ago that tears got you no where and that went for this time as well. Her eyes shifted as Spike's presence lingered through her mind. She didn't think he would help her, but her opinion quickly changed as his monotone voice rushed through the stone hallway.
"It's not nice to pick on little kids, you know." Spike remained as cool as possible. Serenity was more trouble than she was worth but the kid had saved his life not too long ago. He may have wanted to die but she went through all that trouble....he might as well pay her back. The large man stared at Spike, his teeth gritting an uncanny rhthym.
"She saw too much. It's my job to make sure the brat doesn't tattle." Serenity curled up into a tighter ball, making Spike's heart ache with guilt. When did he become such a softie?!
"See, that's where we have a little problem. I know you intend to kill a helpless kid, and call me a wuss, but I don't like to see kids get hurt. Although I wouldn't recommend saying it."
"Wuss..." The man lunged at Spike, only to gracefully dodge every movement. He caught the man with a kick, followed by a forceful punch to the face, knocking the man unconcious. He proved to be an easy opponent.
"I warned you...." His mismatched eyes traveled back to the little girl trembling in the corner of the alley. Serenity brushed away a tear that had managed to sneak by her senses. Her bottom lip quivered for a moment as she struggled to stand. She had never been that scared. She never had a reason to. Serenity's life had been nothing but peaceful until she began to have visions of her Snow White and the mismatched Prince Charming. She stood across from Spike for a moment and peered at him before bolting towards Spike and wrapping her thin arms around his torso. She cried then for the first time in years. She was just so happy to be alive and it was because of this man. She buried her head deeper into the mangled yellow dress shirt that Spike always sported and found comfort in the hug that she recieved from the man.
Three things. He hated three things the most : kids, animals, and women with attitude. Yet, here he was, comforting the small girl with a gentle, but sincere, hug. He couldn't help it. She was just so helpless and defenseless. No one was around to pat her head and say 'It'll be ok.' No one to be there for her. Spike evev wondered if the child ever knew what it was like to have a family. He certainly couldn't tell her how it felt but....what was he saying? Of course he knew what it was like to have a family. He didn't realize until that moment that the Bebop crew was the closest thing he had to a family. A sickening ache, worse than the previous, swallowed his stomach. He had abandoned them, just like that. Serenity wiped away her tears and wiped at her runny nose with her torn sleeve.
"You saved me Spike Spiegel." Spike rammed his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't expect this all the time kid. I just happened to be in the same neighborhood." Serenity's eyes brightened at his statement for some odd reason.
"Faye brought you here!! She brought you here so you could find her!!" She pulled on his arm, unable to move the cowboy from his solid spot.
"What are you talking about Serenity? I haven't seen Faye." Serenity tugged even harder, almost knocking herself over.
"Then that just means you have to go save her from the mean red head so she won't eat the poison apple!!"
"What?!" Spike was growing more confused by the second. He finally brought down his hands on Serenity's shoulders to keep the kid still. Serenity huffed in frustration.
"You HAVE to GO SAVE Faye before she eats the apple!!!" Her cheeks were flushed with anger for the bounty hunter.
"Okay, okay. Just chill. Who took Faye?"
"A REDHEAD!!!"
"A name!! A name would be nice here!" Serenity shut her eyes and searched her memory for the man's name.
"Suk....i..moto? Yes!! That's what Snow White called him!!! Chuck!! Sukimoto!!" Spike's eyes dilated at the man's name and then resumed to a stoic coldness he hadn't shown since his showdown with Vicious. Another light tug brought him out of his bloodlust as he glanced down at the child below him. "Come on!! This way!! They went this way!" Spike proceeded to let the star crossed child lead him to where ever Sukimoto had taken Faye to.
Faye sighed heavily as she struggled with her binds. Damn that Spike. If it wasn't for him and his stupid charms, they would've skipped that dumb dance and captured Sukimoto long before Spike would go waltzing off to an irrational suicide. She struggled for a moment longer before she could feel the nylon rope slip over one of her wrists. She mentally congratulated herself before loosening up the wrist. Finally! Free at last! She scanned the dark room for any kind of object she could use as a weapon to defend herself with. No gun. Dammit. No knife of any sort. Damn it to hell. She would have to rely on her skills to get out of this one. She quickly hid behind the large door as the lock clicked, revealing an intruder. She darted behind him, but was caught off guard by Sukimoto's own swiftness. He grabbed for her arm, only to be kicked in the groin. He retailiated fasted than Faye thought possible as he backhanded her, his large gold ring catching her head. She could feel blood seep through her flesh but shook it off and answered the man with her own punch, breaking a perfectly trimmed nail. He would pay dearly for that one. While Sukimoto coped with the blow, he failed to see the pale leg swinging up to his face in time to block it. He fell to the ground in pain. Faye chose that moment to search for gun that he had so meticiously stolen from her. She yelled out in exicitment as her Glock 30 was returned to her hands. She peered carefully into the hallway. Her vision began to blur from exhaustion and blood loss. Silently, she scampered out of the room and ran to the nearest exit. Lady Luck must've been on her side that day, for she only had to worry about one guard, who lay sleeping by the exit. She busted through the doors and searched for someone to be her eyes for a moment.
She pushed by several people before spotting a man with a cross. A cross only meant one thing to Faye : religion. Ad men of religion were ones to be trusted, most of the time. She pressed the cool metal of her Glock to his head and let go of the safety. He raised his hands to show he was unarmed and willing to comply. At least he knew when he was beaten. Faye glared at him in desperation.
"Where am I?"
"Mars. Look, you're bleeding and in obvious need -"
"Shut up!! Do you have a zip craft?" Her crimson dipped fingers shook around the gun. She was nervous and forlorn, but most of all, scared to death. Blair shook his head, cobalt strands of hair shading his eyes, but not the coy grin he had formed.
"But I know where I can get one."
"Good. Take me to the Be-" Bullets whizzed past her ear and she pushed the man aside, taking aim at her assailants. There were too many. Funny, but she couldn't remember that many men inside. She leaned against the corner of the wall and shot at the men. She expected more ringing shots but heard only grunts and two single gunshots. Dominating over her stood the blue haired man who was supposed to whicking her away to the Bebop. His arm was extended and at the end stood a smoking barrel. Although, Fae couldn't tell where the origin of the smoke was - his mouth or the pistol that came from no where. She stood up herself and peered around the corner. The stranger hadn't let his shooting arm fall, meaning there was still another person standing and they seemed dangerous to him. His violet eyes narrowed towards the intruder as a smirk curled among the corners of his lips. Faye grasped the wall for support and glanced over at the man. Slowly, her jaded eyes traveled up the lanky form to the opposing chesnut eyes to the wild green mane of hair. His arm was level with her lifesaver and both seemed to be in a draw. Her dehydrated lips searched for some smart ass comment to catch the cowboy's attention, but the only she could muster was his name. It was powerful enough.
"Spike..." She collapsed right there, but Blair managed to catch her before she hit the pavement. His smirk was erased from his face and was now sporting a concerned frown. Spike grimaced as his foe's hands entertwined with Faye's frail form. She was battered and Spike regretted not getting there sooner. Serenity was still behind him, her tiny nails hanging on to the back of his jacket.
"Let her go!" Blair didn't flinch.
"She came to me Spiegel."
"Don't start that gospel bullshit with me Preacherman!" Blair looked away at the mention of his former nickname. It was one he wanted to forget.
"Why are you even here? Last I heard, you and Vicious had battled to the death."
"I see news travels fast. Let's just say that I was bestowed with a guardian angel." Spike could feel Serenity surpress a giggle. She was obviously glad about the way he had acknowledged her. Blair shrugged, adjusting the fallen vixen in his arms.
"So I see. It's a shame you let the first one get shot in the back." His statement was simple but it held more venom than any snakebite and Spike could already feel the deadly sting spread through his heart.
"I going to say this once and only once - let Faye go!" Blair glanced down as Faye lush eyelashes fluttered open.
"Spike? You....you ARE alive!!" She contorted within Blair's grip. Spike didn't budge.
"Hang on Romani...." Blair's grasp tightened as he fetched a small white orb with his free hand.
"If she means that much to you...." He threw the orb at Spike, a white cloud forming around the crowd. Spike ran forth towards the area where he last saw Faye but began to gag as the smoke overtook his lungs.
"SPIKE!!!" It was last words spoken by Faye as a blunt object knocked her unconcious fo r the second time that day.
You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you don't know what you already have until it's gone. Other times, you get something ten times better because you hung on long enough through the mistrials and errors and came out victorious. As Faye sank into an uncomfortable darkness, her mind created a still frame of the lanky figure with kelly hair that could never be controlled. He was alive and Faye was glad. Would she be this glad when they reunited? Probably not. When something that powerful intervenes with two people, it causes a deep scar that cannot be healed with modern medical technology. However, it WILL heal, with time. Time,care, and patience. Something neither Spike nor Faye are capable of. But Faye thought, no she knew, that the night she asked for Spike's return, she saw a single star fall, only to be replaced with a brighter. Maybe it was God's way of telling her her wish was granted. But stars fall for a reason, people, and this case is no different. Fallen stars can mean two things : that star has fallen from grace and will finally rest in peace, or it is taking a short break before relighting its aurora that had brightened your day from the beginning. Or if a new star has pushed its way through, maybe it's just time for the first star to simmer away and diminish for good. Whatever the reason, Faye knew she would be looking at stars for a good portion of her time for the next few nights.