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Eh, I would've gotten this out earlier but I was gone for the weekend… Thanks to my reviewers. Oh yeah, and to sweet fragance-Whoa! Think there were enough reviews!? Lol, thanks! I loved them! Erm…no song this time. I haven't found many that would fit. And BTW, this is a 'filler chapter' its just going to be a bit of Spike/Faye stuff…
WARNING:
This chapter refers to rape near the end. Although it isn't graphic or anything to that affect, if it bothers you, you might want to skip this chapter or…something. Don't tell me that I didn't warn you…
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Spike's eyelids slowly slid open, trying to break through the gloom of the room. There was a window, but the curtains were drawn and thick. He wasn't sure where he was or what time it was. The light was out, which enveloped the room in shadows. Indistinctly, the man noticed a door across the room before his eyes fell shut again.
He tried to yell, but it only came out as a gurgled moan as a result of the dryness in his throat. He pulled his eyelids up again, attempting to sit up. Where was Faye? How long had he been here? Where exactly was 'here?' Spike found that the more awake and alert he became, the easier it was to operate his limbs. "Faye?" his voice was somewhat stronger this time, but still rather raspy.
His heart nearly fell through the floor when he got no response from anything. He fought through the steps to the door, leaning on it a moment and glancing around the room to see where his gun was. It wasn't on him, nor did he see it lying anywhere. 'Damn…' He thought, eyes narrowing. He opened the door just a crack, and light flooded into his eyes.
Spike hissed, recoiling from the door slightly. Upon blinking a few times, he finally forced himself to look out the door. There wasn't anyone there. He slid out of the room, gritting his teeth against the pain in his side. It was then that he heard music playing, even though it was turned down low, and he followed it. The hall opened up into an even larger room with chairs and a sofa thrown in no particular order. They didn't exactly match either.
There was someone laying on the couch, which was in front of him and facing the other way. He wasn't sure who for he couldn't see them. Cautious not to make a sound, he glided across the floor and leaned over the sofa and snaking hands out to grab whoever was there. A short shriek filled the room, followed by a curse and Spike abruptly dropped his hands from the other figure.
The woman rose, emerald eyes holding a dangerous fire in them, lip curled into a snarl. "Spike! What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Faye hissed through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to slap him and instead rubbing her arm where he'd grabbed her. Spike frowned, "I didn't know it was you!" That was supposed to have sounded better than it did, the fuzzy-haired Cowboy knew, but it didn't.
"Well, who else would be here?" Faye asked, trying to calm herself down. . . That wasn't her style. "Well, I only thought that Code had killed us both by now!" Spike then exclaimed, digging up his own attitude. "He had 'something better to do,'" Faye snarled, remembering how Code had strangely disappeared. Faye had presumed that he would wait until she walked away and shoot her in the back. However, she made it out and patched Spike up at the small apartment she had been renting using the money that she'd stolen from the hospital.
With a sigh, she collapsed into a nearby chair, leaving Spike the couch. "We might have another problem," the woman then said, her tone rather bitter. "I was looking in the docking bays for the Bebop. It left the same night that Code attacked us and we killed Brian," she told him, looking over to meet the taller man's eyes. He had, as she suspected, plunged onto the couch.
Spike's lips twisted into a deep frown, his forehead creasing. What? Why would Jet leave them? "Perhaps you should be checking on your partner rather than wasting your time trying to kill me!" That was what Code had said that night. How long ago had it been? "How long have I been asleep?" Spike asked before he could think too hard on the matter of Jet. "About a week," Faye said. She was slightly surprised that he had recovered so fast.
No, the bullet hadn't hit anything vital, it had merely bit into his skin. The scratches were virtually gone, but Faye could see that he moved with slight tension. His side was hurting and she wasn't about to let him walk around and open the wound back up. They had other bigger things that they had to save their energy for. If that lunkhead reopened his wound, that would be at least another week.
"I've tried to contact him," Faye then said, referring to Jet, "but I haven't gotten any luck. No one answers me. I don't even know if the Bebop is still intact." Spike's eyes narrowed, "That's great news," he muttered sarcastically, leaning back. His eyes were still narrowed in thought and, unconsciously, his hand slid up to his shirt pocket, looking for a pack of cigarettes. He exhaled noisily, irritated, and sat up giving Faye a pointed look.
The woman surprised him, already in her outstretched hand was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "So, how do we go about cleaning this one up?" her voice came out unusually soft. Spike couldn't answer her question so instead he shrugged and pulled the cigarette to his lips. "We have to go get Jet and Ed," Spike stated. Faye rolled her eyes, "Thank you for that bit of information, Captain Obvious. It was oh so needed," she muttered, grabbing herself a cigarette.
"Sitting here won't help," Spike snapped at her, in the process of standing. Faye placed a hand on his arm, signaling for him to sit back down. "How? The Redtail is trashed, from what I've heard you either destroyed or left your ship somewhere along with Jet's. How are we going to get to the Bebop when she's in space?" She said, her voice of reason. The man beside her grunted, sitting back down.
His eyes were narrowed dangerously, his brows furrowed, and a frown pasted upon his lips. How did this happen? "Damn!" he yelled in frustration, finding that he couldn't come up with any bright ideas other than stealing a new ship. Faye didn't have enough stolen money or she would've already bought a ship. So, they were stuck once again.
"Do you know where Code is? After all, you seem to know him," Spike said sarcastically, looking over to the purple-headed woman in the chair. Faye sent a sharp look at him, envisioning ripping his throat out, but reluctantly banished the thought instead. "I only saw him in the hospital," she then said, her voice low. "Oh, the hospital! And that's another thing, Miss Faye Valentine! You are alive! Tell me, what's your secret?" the man said, his annoyance bubbling out of him.
Faye looked wounded for a moment, cautiously eyeing her comrade. Why did she even waste her time with him? "I was almost dead when I went in, and then I was almost killed. Code paid the hospital, big bucks from what I've heard, to dispose of me. To tell you that I died!" and that was the woman's reply. Short and simple.
"Almost killed after you were in the hospital?" Spike asked cautiously after a few minutes of silence, "Faye . . . What did he do to you?"
Faye's eyes widened as she stared at him from behind her cigarette, analyzing the man. "Why would you want to know?" her voice was low, nearly inaudible.
"God damn it Faye! I want to know because I fucking care about you! Can't you see that?" Spike yelled louder than he needed to. He stood as he was telling her this, proceeding to walk to the other side of the room. To get away from her before he did something stupid. He snubbed the cigarette out on the windowsill that he was leaning on, throwing it out the window carelessly. He was trying to calm himself down, surprisingly finding that it was slightly easy this time. How. . .unusual.
"He . . . I . . ." Faye sighed behind him, not sure how she was going to tell him this. Spike turned around, curious miss-matched eyes falling on the woman. He forced himself to walk over, placing a arm on her shoulder but afraid to do more than that. He had never been good at comforting anyone. Why would this woman be any different?
She then sighed, closing her eyes. She had to say this quickly and all in one shot before she lost her nerve. Well, here goes nothing. "I woke up, what I find out later had only been three hours since I'd been there. I was shackled to the bed. He and Brian raped me, that along with the blood I'd lost had nearly killed me," she said, the second line so fast that Spike hardly caught it all.
"He paid the hospital to dispose of me, but they messed up,. I escaped, and now I'm trying to kill them. For what they did to me I mean. You. . . You wouldn't understand,. Spike it's-" She was rambling slightly. Slowly, Spike slid an arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her to him. He wasn't sure how she'd react, considering what those men did to her not that long ago, but he couldn't resist the urge to try and comfort her.
Faye's voice was cracking as she continued, and Spike noted the tears in her eyes. "There's something worse, Spike. . . I knew him. I knew him back on earth, before I was frozen. I remembered it when. . ." her voice trailed off, Faye being unable to say it. Spike nodded, muttering for her to continue. "He claimed that I owed him something, of what I don't know. He was different back then. I think I loved him, but this was not to Code I knew! I don't even know how or why he's still alive! I don't know why he did that to me!"
Faye was openly crying now, pressing her face against Spike's shoulder. He tensed a bit at her actions, but forced himself to relax as his brain tried to chew up and sort the information he had just received. A boiling anger had begun in his chest. At Code, at the hospital, at anyone involved with Code. How could they do that? Gritting his teeth and trying to think of something logical to say, he wrapped his other arm around Faye, whispering in her ear that Code would die for it.
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Um . . . Before you say anything! I know that I cannot write nice little lovey kinda chapters that have to do with comforting someone. Anyway, I don't like this chapter much and it is kind of a filler chapter, but I had to have it. So you knew a little bit about Code and why he was after Faye and how he fit into it, ya know? Anyway, please review. Thanks for reading, blah, blah, blah. Alright, I'm leaving now.
Eh, I would've gotten this out earlier but I was gone for the weekend… Thanks to my reviewers. Oh yeah, and to sweet fragance-Whoa! Think there were enough reviews!? Lol, thanks! I loved them! Erm…no song this time. I haven't found many that would fit. And BTW, this is a 'filler chapter' its just going to be a bit of Spike/Faye stuff…
WARNING:
This chapter refers to rape near the end. Although it isn't graphic or anything to that affect, if it bothers you, you might want to skip this chapter or…something. Don't tell me that I didn't warn you…
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Spike's eyelids slowly slid open, trying to break through the gloom of the room. There was a window, but the curtains were drawn and thick. He wasn't sure where he was or what time it was. The light was out, which enveloped the room in shadows. Indistinctly, the man noticed a door across the room before his eyes fell shut again.
He tried to yell, but it only came out as a gurgled moan as a result of the dryness in his throat. He pulled his eyelids up again, attempting to sit up. Where was Faye? How long had he been here? Where exactly was 'here?' Spike found that the more awake and alert he became, the easier it was to operate his limbs. "Faye?" his voice was somewhat stronger this time, but still rather raspy.
His heart nearly fell through the floor when he got no response from anything. He fought through the steps to the door, leaning on it a moment and glancing around the room to see where his gun was. It wasn't on him, nor did he see it lying anywhere. 'Damn…' He thought, eyes narrowing. He opened the door just a crack, and light flooded into his eyes.
Spike hissed, recoiling from the door slightly. Upon blinking a few times, he finally forced himself to look out the door. There wasn't anyone there. He slid out of the room, gritting his teeth against the pain in his side. It was then that he heard music playing, even though it was turned down low, and he followed it. The hall opened up into an even larger room with chairs and a sofa thrown in no particular order. They didn't exactly match either.
There was someone laying on the couch, which was in front of him and facing the other way. He wasn't sure who for he couldn't see them. Cautious not to make a sound, he glided across the floor and leaned over the sofa and snaking hands out to grab whoever was there. A short shriek filled the room, followed by a curse and Spike abruptly dropped his hands from the other figure.
The woman rose, emerald eyes holding a dangerous fire in them, lip curled into a snarl. "Spike! What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Faye hissed through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to slap him and instead rubbing her arm where he'd grabbed her. Spike frowned, "I didn't know it was you!" That was supposed to have sounded better than it did, the fuzzy-haired Cowboy knew, but it didn't.
"Well, who else would be here?" Faye asked, trying to calm herself down. . . That wasn't her style. "Well, I only thought that Code had killed us both by now!" Spike then exclaimed, digging up his own attitude. "He had 'something better to do,'" Faye snarled, remembering how Code had strangely disappeared. Faye had presumed that he would wait until she walked away and shoot her in the back. However, she made it out and patched Spike up at the small apartment she had been renting using the money that she'd stolen from the hospital.
With a sigh, she collapsed into a nearby chair, leaving Spike the couch. "We might have another problem," the woman then said, her tone rather bitter. "I was looking in the docking bays for the Bebop. It left the same night that Code attacked us and we killed Brian," she told him, looking over to meet the taller man's eyes. He had, as she suspected, plunged onto the couch.
Spike's lips twisted into a deep frown, his forehead creasing. What? Why would Jet leave them? "Perhaps you should be checking on your partner rather than wasting your time trying to kill me!" That was what Code had said that night. How long ago had it been? "How long have I been asleep?" Spike asked before he could think too hard on the matter of Jet. "About a week," Faye said. She was slightly surprised that he had recovered so fast.
No, the bullet hadn't hit anything vital, it had merely bit into his skin. The scratches were virtually gone, but Faye could see that he moved with slight tension. His side was hurting and she wasn't about to let him walk around and open the wound back up. They had other bigger things that they had to save their energy for. If that lunkhead reopened his wound, that would be at least another week.
"I've tried to contact him," Faye then said, referring to Jet, "but I haven't gotten any luck. No one answers me. I don't even know if the Bebop is still intact." Spike's eyes narrowed, "That's great news," he muttered sarcastically, leaning back. His eyes were still narrowed in thought and, unconsciously, his hand slid up to his shirt pocket, looking for a pack of cigarettes. He exhaled noisily, irritated, and sat up giving Faye a pointed look.
The woman surprised him, already in her outstretched hand was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "So, how do we go about cleaning this one up?" her voice came out unusually soft. Spike couldn't answer her question so instead he shrugged and pulled the cigarette to his lips. "We have to go get Jet and Ed," Spike stated. Faye rolled her eyes, "Thank you for that bit of information, Captain Obvious. It was oh so needed," she muttered, grabbing herself a cigarette.
"Sitting here won't help," Spike snapped at her, in the process of standing. Faye placed a hand on his arm, signaling for him to sit back down. "How? The Redtail is trashed, from what I've heard you either destroyed or left your ship somewhere along with Jet's. How are we going to get to the Bebop when she's in space?" She said, her voice of reason. The man beside her grunted, sitting back down.
His eyes were narrowed dangerously, his brows furrowed, and a frown pasted upon his lips. How did this happen? "Damn!" he yelled in frustration, finding that he couldn't come up with any bright ideas other than stealing a new ship. Faye didn't have enough stolen money or she would've already bought a ship. So, they were stuck once again.
"Do you know where Code is? After all, you seem to know him," Spike said sarcastically, looking over to the purple-headed woman in the chair. Faye sent a sharp look at him, envisioning ripping his throat out, but reluctantly banished the thought instead. "I only saw him in the hospital," she then said, her voice low. "Oh, the hospital! And that's another thing, Miss Faye Valentine! You are alive! Tell me, what's your secret?" the man said, his annoyance bubbling out of him.
Faye looked wounded for a moment, cautiously eyeing her comrade. Why did she even waste her time with him? "I was almost dead when I went in, and then I was almost killed. Code paid the hospital, big bucks from what I've heard, to dispose of me. To tell you that I died!" and that was the woman's reply. Short and simple.
"Almost killed after you were in the hospital?" Spike asked cautiously after a few minutes of silence, "Faye . . . What did he do to you?"
Faye's eyes widened as she stared at him from behind her cigarette, analyzing the man. "Why would you want to know?" her voice was low, nearly inaudible.
"God damn it Faye! I want to know because I fucking care about you! Can't you see that?" Spike yelled louder than he needed to. He stood as he was telling her this, proceeding to walk to the other side of the room. To get away from her before he did something stupid. He snubbed the cigarette out on the windowsill that he was leaning on, throwing it out the window carelessly. He was trying to calm himself down, surprisingly finding that it was slightly easy this time. How. . .unusual.
"He . . . I . . ." Faye sighed behind him, not sure how she was going to tell him this. Spike turned around, curious miss-matched eyes falling on the woman. He forced himself to walk over, placing a arm on her shoulder but afraid to do more than that. He had never been good at comforting anyone. Why would this woman be any different?
She then sighed, closing her eyes. She had to say this quickly and all in one shot before she lost her nerve. Well, here goes nothing. "I woke up, what I find out later had only been three hours since I'd been there. I was shackled to the bed. He and Brian raped me, that along with the blood I'd lost had nearly killed me," she said, the second line so fast that Spike hardly caught it all.
"He paid the hospital to dispose of me, but they messed up,. I escaped, and now I'm trying to kill them. For what they did to me I mean. You. . . You wouldn't understand,. Spike it's-" She was rambling slightly. Slowly, Spike slid an arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her to him. He wasn't sure how she'd react, considering what those men did to her not that long ago, but he couldn't resist the urge to try and comfort her.
Faye's voice was cracking as she continued, and Spike noted the tears in her eyes. "There's something worse, Spike. . . I knew him. I knew him back on earth, before I was frozen. I remembered it when. . ." her voice trailed off, Faye being unable to say it. Spike nodded, muttering for her to continue. "He claimed that I owed him something, of what I don't know. He was different back then. I think I loved him, but this was not to Code I knew! I don't even know how or why he's still alive! I don't know why he did that to me!"
Faye was openly crying now, pressing her face against Spike's shoulder. He tensed a bit at her actions, but forced himself to relax as his brain tried to chew up and sort the information he had just received. A boiling anger had begun in his chest. At Code, at the hospital, at anyone involved with Code. How could they do that? Gritting his teeth and trying to think of something logical to say, he wrapped his other arm around Faye, whispering in her ear that Code would die for it.
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Um . . . Before you say anything! I know that I cannot write nice little lovey kinda chapters that have to do with comforting someone. Anyway, I don't like this chapter much and it is kind of a filler chapter, but I had to have it. So you knew a little bit about Code and why he was after Faye and how he fit into it, ya know? Anyway, please review. Thanks for reading, blah, blah, blah. Alright, I'm leaving now.