Chapter 4: Death of a Brother
Spike closed his eyes waiting for the fatal shot. The shot sounded, and he thought to himself how he still felt very much alive, and there was no pain. He opened his eyes and saw Diego there, eyes wide, blank expression on his face, and a bullet hole right between his eyes. He fell over, and the gun came out of Spike's mouth. Spike breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked for where the shot had come from. His eyes landed on Faye, propped up against the wall, gun still aimed, taking rapid, shallow breaths. She her arm and let go of the gun. She let out a low moan of pain. Spike got up and went to her. He brushed a lock of damp hair out of her eye, and wiped her sweat-drenched brow with his hand.
"Spike...get me out of here...," Faye said. Spike gathered her into his arms, and began the long walk back the Bebop, moving slowly and deliberately, so as not to jostle her, and cause her more pain. They reached the Bebop three hours later.
"What happened?" Jet asked clearing the couch, so Spike could lay Faye on it. By this time, she was unconscious again.
"Ed, go and get something to dress the wounds with," Spike said. Ed ran off to get the stuff. When she came back, Spike dressed the wounds and explained the situation.
"I thought it was a little weird that they had the same last name. Any idea, why he tried to kill her the first time?" Jet asked.
"None," Spike said wiping the sweat off of Faye's face with a cool damp cloth.
Jet patted Spike on the shoulder as he walked out. Spike cradled his face in his hands, and let his tough guy guard come down. Sobs wracked his body. Finally when he couldn't cry anymore, he gently picked Faye up and carried her to her room. He laid her down on the bed softly, and pulled the covers up to her chest. He pulled up a chair next to her bed, took her hand, and waited for her to wake up. He fell asleep, and Jet came in later and woke him up around 4:00 a.m.
"Spike, go get something to eat. I'll stay with her," Jet offered.
"Nah, I'm fine," Spike said his stomach rumbling.
"You sure?" Jet asked.
"Yeah," Spike said. Jet left.
Spike had fallen asleep again, but woke up when he felt a gentle squeeze on his hand. He looked up and noticed Faye stirring.
"Faye," Spike said. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Spike," she said managing a smile.
"How do you feel?" Spike asked concerned.
"Like I've been shot," Faye said with a lazy smile. Spike laughed. Then he got serious again.
"Faye, you scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going to die!" Spike said softly.
"Well, I'm not, so don't worry," Faye said trailing her finger across his cheek. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. "Hold me Spike." Spike gently climbed into the bed with her and took her in his arms.
"I love you," Faye whispered.
"I love you too," he whispered back, but Faye had already drifted off again.
Well there you have it. My very first completed fan fic. Tell me what you guys think Try not to be too harsh. Just kidding, be as harsh as you want.