Dream to See You
Chapter 2
By: Rachel*
Rated: PG-13/R
Genre: Supernatural/Thriller
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
Here is chapter 2. I'm actually thinking about using this for my graduation project too. Just changing some of the names and stuff…hmm…what do you guys think so far? Also for those who would be interested in taking the time to edit my errors to help me out with my GP project, if I indeed, do decide to use this, the help would be great! ^.^' Anyway, since I'm going to use this for my GP project, I don't want you stealing things! You steal you get it! This is mainly because of the programs all teachers have to see if your text matches 100% with someone else's stuff. I've already told them that I've got it posted online, but only the original, and this version!! +_+ Please tell me if you want to post this anywhere else. Also READ + REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
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Spike had been screamed at, hit by several flying objects, but had finally gotten to the point where he was just being cursed at every time he asked what was wrong. "What's the matter with you Julia?" Spike razed his hands into the air, ready to fend off whatever evils would fly towards him next.
Julia scowled. "I hate you…you…" It looked like the vein in her neck was about to burst. Spike shuddered.
Spike shut his eyes and sighed. "I got that…but what did I do? What have I done to get so angry?" Spike pleaded with her.
The egg in her hand broke and she looked down, grimacing. "You…" She shook her head and shuddered holding back an outward cry. Spike stared worriedly at Julia as she sank to the floor.
"What," Spike persisted. "What did I do to make you so
upset? Tell me Julia—"
She slapped him as he came over to her. "Get away from me!" She screamed. Tears rolled off her cheeks. "Get away! Just get away from me!" Spike fell back against the fridge and stared in shock. He'd truly lost her. She wouldn't let him near her.
"Julia—"
"Who is she…?" Julia spoke barely above a whisper. "Do I know her? Do you work with her, or is she some slut off the streets?" Julia looked into Spike's eyes with a look to kill.
Spike shook his head, his lips parted. Appalled and shocked he just gaped at her. "I…" He mumbled. "I'm lost, what are you talking about?"
She shut her eyes tightly and clawed at the floor. "Faye, you said Faye…not…" She rippled her lips together. "You always say my name, but instead, you said Faye." The name, Faye rolled off her lips with pouring anger and despise. "Just…who is she Spike? What did I do wrong, wasn't I pretty enough, have I not been home enough? We're moving...so we can fix that, I'll be home much sooner, and I won't be going to work—"
Spike shook his head. "Stop." his voice was deep and pained. "I don't remember saying that. I don't even know a Faye, Julia." Spike opened his eyes and looked at her blankly. "I love you…I…" He shut his eyes. Faye, who could that of been? The girl in his dreams, was she the one responsible for this?
Julia sighed. Walking over in silence she sat on the cough. Looking down, her teary blue eyes fell onto Spike's sketchbook. She picked it up and turned a few pages past. She blinked staring at one picture particularly interested her. "No Faye, Spike…? You say you don't know a Faye?! That's it, I'm leaving!" She threw down the sketch book and grabbed her coat and slipped on a pear of shoes over her bare feet.
"Julia. Julia wait, I don't get it!" He pleaded. "Where can you go?!" she glared at him as she opened the door.
"I'll call you in the morning…" She slammed the door shut. Spike's keys fell off the key hook. Spike stared off at the door in a daze.
Turning heel he staggered to the cough and stared emotionlessly at the sketchbook. "Hell, I'm in a living hell…and you're the devil." He shut his eyes picturing the blackness. Turning his head to the right he looked at the sketch Julia had been so angry about. His two-toned brown eyes opened wide and he moved his lips to say something, but nothing came out. "Jesus…" he muttered after several moments of silence. "What are you doing to me…what am I doing…to me?" Spike stared at the sketch of a girl. Her face was smooth and her eyes stood out. Her hair was shoulder length and colored in darkly. With the way her hair was placed, it was like she was in water. Spike wet his lips. "Faye…" he muttered. All around the sketch of the girl was her written over and over again. In more than one font, some bubbles, others barely legible. "When did I draw this?" He flipped back and looked at the other pages. All covered with scribbles of the name Faye. Who was she, what was she doing to him? Or was it just him, losing his mind?
Spike covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath. His teeth were clenched. What was happening to him? Chosen one, a dagger, the dreams, and the painting…it was a never ending nightmare.
Standing he swayed from side to side as he stumbled into the kitchen. His hand ran along the granite counter. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath as he picked up the phone and punched in some numbers. "Hello…?" A voice groaned into the receiver. Spike stared down at his hands and tiny blood stains seeped through the gauze.
Spike sighed and leaned into the counter. "Vicious, can you come over?" Spike mumbled staring down at the floor where the broken egg landed. He winced as Vicious growled out various obscenities. "Julia and I got in a fight and she just ran off…" Vicious was silent. Spike opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle labeled Ibuprofen and then grabbed a glass. "Thanks," he sighed as Vicious hung up the phone.
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Vicious blinked staring at the picture of Faye, and then to the other various sketches, and pages with the name Faye written all over them. "You even dated them…" He pointed to the dates in the corners of the pages. "You really don't remember drawing these?"
Spike shook his head and sipped from a glass of water. "I remember drawing a few sketches of the cave, but otherwise I don't remember a thing…this is really starting to bother me to."
Vicious ran his hands through his hair and yawned. He smirked. "You think Annie's losing it? I mean…the chosen one? I personally thing she's a little off her rocker with that one." Spike frowned.
Sighing he rolled his head back and looked up at the ceiling. "I guess it could be that, they did take her off all her medications except for pain killers." Spike looked back at Vicious. "So, am I losing my mind, or what?"
Vicious arched an eyebrow, frowned and stared at the floor. "I say talk it out with Julia in the morning, and then if things don't work out, take a vacation at your new place…in fact if the two of you are together, the both of you should go." Vicious smiled weakly. "I'm gonna get going…you alright by yourself now?"
Spike smirked and nodded. "I'm fine, thanks for coming over tonight, I owe you."
Vicious nodded. "Big time, you owe me." He sighed as Spike laughed. "Call me and tell me how things went with you and Julia, okay?" Spike nodded and staggered towards the door and watched Vicious leave. Spike's smile faded as quickly as it had formed.
His head was pounding; Julia had run out on him, he personally thought he was losing it. "Damn it!" Spike kicked over the small glaring lamp and its small table. The lamp smashed into small pieces, scattering across the hardwood floor. Spike gritted his teeth and headed back to the bedroom. Shoved the door open and it banged against the wall and bounced back, shutting behind Spike as he fell onto the mattress. Face down he shut his eyes, his arms sprawled out, and his body half hanging onto the floor. "Faye, who the hell are you…" He curled up, drawing his knees to his chest, and rolling onto his side. His head rested on Julia's pillow as his eyes drifted shut. "Just let me sleep, please." Were his last mumbled words as sleep claimed him as its own.
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Sun rushed down in beams of warmth through the bay window, landing on Spike's side of the bed. "Julia…" Spike gargled, letting his eyes drift open. He shut them tightly rubbing his face, as the sun glared into his eyes in an angered rage. He grimaced and sat up remembering what had happened the following evening. He straightened. "Julia." He piped. He looked at the clock and muttered a curse stumbling out of the bed he ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. It was already one in the afternoon.
Several minutes later Spike ran back out a towel clinging around his waist, water dripping from his wet hair as he looked at the clock and cursed again. Grabbing his clothes he quickly got dressed and threw some gel into his hair. Jogging out of the bedroom he grabbed his shoes and a coat out of the closet. Grabbing his keys and his wallet he locked the door and ran down the hall heading towards Julia's corporate office. She dealt with risk taking decisions that kept her in the office for longer periods of times
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Spike raced around the corner, his car tired skidded and he gritted his teeth as the security guard narrowed his eyes at him as he reached the parking garage. "Sorry," he showed his identification and the guard nodded.
"Have a nice day Mr. Spiegel." Spike waved and nodded his head as he sped around the corner and over a speed bump.
Spike sighed, bowing his head as he parked his car near the elevators. He was lucky to get such a good spot; normally it would have already been taken. He stared across from where he had parked Julia was here all right. He stared at her car and then took a deep breath. He pressed the up button and went inside when the elevator doors opened. He pressed the button for the fifteenth floor. "What am I gonna say?" Spike muttered and leaned into the back corner of the elevator. "Forgive me; I'm sorry for ever hurting you…" Spike bit down on his lower lip and figured that he'd wing it when he saw her.
Spike shut his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck letting out a sigh. He needed a cigarette. He'd tried quitting with Julia four months back, but he was getting back into the habit. He rolled his head forward stretching out the tension that was getting worse with each ding of the elevator as he went up a floor.
"Spike," Spike's brown eyes widened and he looked up seeing a faded silhouette in the frosted mirrored surface in front of him.
Spike gritted his teeth. "Damn it, Faye, leave me alone!" The doors opened and he was on the fifteenth floor. The secretary that managed Julia's appointments blinked as she heard him shouting.
She smiled weakly. "Well, good morning sir." She bowed her head forward. "I'm afraid that Julia's in a meeting right now…would you like me to send her the message that you're here when she's done?"
Spike stared blankly at her. He was still freaked out by Faye's little appearance in the elevator, and still uncertain as to what he was going to say to Julia. "I…where is she? I need to speak with her now." Spike clenched his fists and walked over to the woman's desk in three quick strides. She was petite her hair was pulled into a loose bun. Her hair was blue and her eyes were green.
She frowned. "You know the rules, you're going to have to wait—"
Spike hit his fist into her desk. "I need to speak with my fiancée now!" Spike growled. She shuddered, and flinched, moving back in her chair.
Taking a deep breath she nodded. "Ye…yes sir." She murmured. Spike sighed. "Julia…yes, it's Spike here to see you…" She waited for a moment. "Very well," Spike turned to his right as the double doors down the hall opened and people scattered about mumbling and laughing. Julia followed them, an angered appearance plastered on her porcelain face.
"What is it Spike? Are you here to beg for forgiveness? Do you think I'm going to move on that easily?" She showed Spike her left hand his heart wrenched. The ring he'd given her was no longer there. "Spike, I don't want to marry you." She whispered. "I'm sorry, but just leave. I don't want to hear another word. I'm staying in the city too. I don't want to move to that house anymore. Your family used to own it anyway, so go there. Just, please don't bother me anymore, okay? Give me a call when you move out. I'll use my key to get my stuff cleared out."
Spike stared at her with a broken heart. Her words were bitter, and laced with hatred. "Do you hate me? Is that it? You're just giving up on what we had? Julia, you won't even listen to what I have to say?" Spike chewed on his bottom lip.
Julia sighed and let a trace of a smile form on her lips. "To tell you the truth Spike…I'm not even that sad about it." She walked forward and right passed him. "If you'd be so kind and leave now…"
Spike's brown eyes hazed over. His heart had been torn into a thousand pieces and left to rot on the floor. His lips parted and he slowly glanced back at her. "Goodbye then." Spike mumbled and walked inside the elevator as it opened and a man stepped out.
"Mr. Koga!" She brightly smiled and shook the man's hand giving Spike one last glance as the doors slid shut. Spike just stared towards her, shocked, scared, and crushed.
Spike fell to the floor and curled his knees to his chest. "Faye, what do you want from me? You've ruined my relationship with Julia, I'm losing my mind…what do you want?" he shook hiding his face, afraid that the world would see him cry.
"You…Spike…"
His lips parted and he looked up, but nothing was there, the doors opened again and he was back in the parking garage. Spike stumbled out and headed towards his car. "Yo, buddy?" A voice called. Spike blinked and looked ahead to see a short, round woman glaring at him. Her hair was black and pulled into a ponytail. "This, your car?" she pointed, and he nodded. "You're parking illegally; I'm going to have to ticket you." Spike rolled his eyes and bowed his head.
"It's not like my life could get any worse, and then it goes and gets worse…" Spike sighed and stared at the sign labeled, employees only. She frowned and handed him the paper. "Thanks a lot lady."
She shook her head, and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just doing my job, so don't get huffy at me." Spike rolled his eyes and roared out of the parking garage and back to his apartment. He called Vicious and told him what had happened, blindly driving, he managed not to kill himself, or anyone else as he parked in his usual spot.
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He opened the door and dropped his keys on the floor with a rattle, and let his coat slip off his arms and fall limp at his feet. He walked towards the kitchen and blinked. He stepped a foot closer and blinked again. Walking to the counter, his trembling hands touched the red tattered lid to the box that held the rusted dagger inside. "You aren't real." He snarled. "I threw you away." Spike lifted the lid a bit, and the handle glistened as it caught the kitchen light in its view. "I threw you away!" Spike chucked the box into a wall. The lid snapped off and the dagger fell, sliding towards him and stopped at his feet. Spike's eyes narrowed. He stormed over to the phone and dialed Annie's number. "Hello, Shin?" Spike barked. "Yeah, did you go digging in the trash and bring that gift Annie gave me back to my place?" Spike was fuming.
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Shin sat on the couch and took the last bite of his sandwich. "What are you talking about…?" Shin mumbled with his mouth full. "I left it alone, the trash guys came in the morning and threw out that trash and everything…" Shin blinked. "Quit joking with me—" Shin's eyes widened. "You and Julia broke off the wedding?!" Shin sat up and coughed, chocking on his salami and mustard on rye. "What the hell happened?" Shin after a minute nodded. "Listen, I don't have classes tomorrow, I'll be over, okay?" He nodded. "Just take off from work, I mean…do you really want to get back to dealing with petty crimes and shit at the law firm right after you just broke up with Julia?" Shin smirked. "I'll see you later man…yeah." Shine blinked. "Well, the school let me off cause I've got my interview in the morning about my book…" Shin nodded. "I'll be over after that, watch me on the news, I'll be on channel six, alright see you tomorrow." Shin hung up and sighed taking the last bite of his sandwich.
"It's him…" Shin blinked and looked towards the staircase to see Annie holding onto the railing so tightly that her knuckles were white.
Shin's eyes grew, and his mouth parted. "What the heck are you doing out of bed?!" Shin squawked. He stared in amazement; Annie hadn't walked, let alone had the strength to move out of her bed for the past two months, and yet there she was, standing there halfway down the stairs.
"Spike, the dagger, has chosen him…he'll awaken…her." Annie's eyes rolled back and she started to fall as Shin bolted up the steps and grabbed onto her.
Shin shook his head. "What the hell are you babbling on about on now mom?" He sighed bowing his head. "You've been losing it since they took you off the medications…" He carried her up the stairs and towards her room.
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Spike lay down in his bed. He stared up at the ceiling. "Are you going to haunt me again tonight? Is that what you're going to do?" Spike shut his eyes. "I'm not going to let you get me; I swear to that, I won't fall to you…Faye, or whoever the hell you are!" He shouted throwing his arms into the air and letting them fall to his side.
An hour later he fell asleep. He tossed and turned every so often, not used to all the space in his bed, not used to the absence of Julia. "Come back…Faye…" He whispered. "I miss you." He buried his face into his pillow. Not even aware of what he'd just said allowed.
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The air was damp. He sat up on the slanted floor and gritted his teeth. "Faye, where are you?!" Spike bellowed. His voice echoed. He slowly slid down to the edge of the smooth surface. The water rushed past him from below. He could make out the makeshift rocks. It was about a ten foot jump. Spike narrowed his eyes. "Faye, answer me damn it!" His voice echoed again, but still there was no answer. Standing, he steadily looked across, planning out what he was going to do. He figured he could survive a scrape or two, but who knows how jigged those rocks really were…he remembered the pain and the deep cuts he gotten in his hands from his last jump. "Faye, am I going to get hurt if I jump?"
"Help me…" She whispered. Spike blinked, her voice was surprisingly weaker this time. Shutting his eyes tightly he held his breath and took a leap forward. He shouted out in pain as his left leg slid against the rocks.
"Damn it…" He clawed and the solid ground that he'd landed on and staggered to his feet. He put his full weight on his right leg. "Where are you? Why do you keep asking me to help you?! Are you trapped somewhere in here? Where is this place, why does it have to be me that helps you?!" Spike threw his arms into the air. "I'm getting killed just getting over this damned river; now tell me why you keep screwing up my life!" He was enraged. Anger boiled in his veins. He cried out. "Answer me!" He growled, the last time he'd been so angry was when his father died.
Spike let out a rush of air through his parted lips. "It hurts so much…" He took a step inward. She was crying, his heart wrenched and he felt an overwhelming emotion take over him. He suddenly needed to help her. His hands shook, he was like a nerves puppy. He looked around franticly. It was like something had taken over him.
"Where are you, tell me where you are! I'll…" He stopped. He pierced his lips together. He suddenly wanted to help her so much, but how could he if he didn't even know if she was real, if the cave was real... What if he was just sleepwalking, what if the pain in his let was him cutting himself in his sleep?
She whimpered and he heard a sound from up ahead. "Spike, hurry up, you're fading! Hurry up Spike this way!" She cried out. Spike blindly walked forward. Grimy sand lay overtop of the smooth surface this time, his feet made a grinding sound with each footfall.
"Why me Faye, that's all I want to know right now…" He stopped. "Tell me that, and I won't be so persistent with questions." He could hear her fading away; he knew he knew that she needed to say something quick.
She shuddered out a cry. "Because…you're the one that I lo…" he couldn't hear the rest of her words…
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Spike's eyes opened and he took a deep, slow breath. He could already tell that his leg was bleeding badly. "I'm not sleepwalking." He muttered. Sitting up he cursed under his breath as he saw the blood seeping through the sheets and comforter.
Turning on the bed lamp he shut his eyes and squinted until his eyes got used to the light. Sighing he pulled back the covers and stared at the wound on his leg. As Spike reached to pull back the blankets there was a knock from his front door. Spike stared over at his clock it was six in the morning. Wetting his lips he shut his eyes and pulled back the covers. He gritted his teeth it felt like he'd just torn off a layer of skin. Groaning he hobbled on one leg to the doorway cursing as he felt blood dripped down his ankles and off his foot onto the carpets. He had spent an entire weekend laying them in the apartment with Julia not too long after they'd moved in together. There was another loud pounding at the door. "Spike, open up!" the voice shouted.
Spike frowned. "Shin, what the hell are you doing here this early in the morning?" He muttered. Spike ran his left hand along the wall for support as he hobbled around the broken lamp and stared through the eyehole.
"Mom…she…" Spike stumbled forward and unlocked the door. "She wouldn't wake up…" Shin bowed his head and walked in. "I didn't know who to call. I figured the hospital, but I…" Shin shrugged his shoulder and stiffened when he saw the blood on the hardwood floor. "Spike, are you bleeding?" He looked around and saw the broken lamp and tipped over table.
Spike frowned and pointed to his leg. "I dreamt that I jumped onto some rocks and cut my leg, when I woke up this was there, the same thing happened two nights ago, except I grabbed onto the rocks with my hands." Spike showed his bandaged hands to Shin.
Shin grimaced. "Shit, that thing looks ugly." Shin frowned and pulled off his coat and hung it in the closet. His shoes crunched against broken pieces of ceramic glass. "Did you sleepwalk into the lamp and cut your leg that way?" Shin frowned and kicked some larger pieces away with his foot.
Spike sighed as Annie's death came back to mind. "I knew she didn't have that much time left, but still, I figured she'd see Christmas…" Spike sighed. "I'll make some coffee if you get the first aid kit out of my bathroom, okay?" Shin nodded.
"You want me to clean the floor up for you? I think you've trailed blood all the way from your room." Spike shrugged. "Guess you didn't do crash into the lamp then!" He called from Spike's room as he noticed the blood soaked sheets.
Spike let out a puff of air he stumbled into a stool after filling the coffee pot with grinds and water. "Do what you want; I think I'm going to go stay the new house in the mountains…" Spike mumbled.
Shin frowned walking into the kitchen with the kit in his hands. "Yeah, well, both our lives suck…do you know how much debt mom was in?" Spike looked at him half conscious of what he was saying. "It'll take me a year and a half's worth of my salary to pay everything off. I'm surprised the IRS hasn't kicked her out sooner, she hasn't paid taxes for the past two years!"
This Spike heard and looked at him surprise. "Yeah…" Spike zoned out again.
Shin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "She's dead…" Shin whispered. Spike frowned. "I guess in the back of my mind I knew it'd happen at some point, but she even had her eyes open." Shin shuddered. "I closed them for her and then I freaked and ran out of the house and came to your place. I'm supposed to be at the news station in two hours also…"
Spike nodded. "Her names Faye," he whispered.
Shin blotted Spike's leg and wrinkled his nose together as he saw fragments of what looked like actual rock in his wounds. Shin looked up. "You really cheated on Julia?" Shin piped; shocked that Spike would ever do such a thing.
Spike shook his head. "No, I wouldn't ever do that to her. I wanted to marry her…Faye is the person who wants me to save her. She's in my dreams every night. I hear her in my head, see her in elevators…" Spike pulled at his hair and gritted his teeth as Shin poured some rubbing alcohol over his leg. "Watch it." He growled.
Shin frowned. "Sorry," he thought over Spike's words. "Are you overworked lately?" Shin sighed. "That could be doing it."
Spike shook his head. "I was doing fine…Julia had been going through some of my old things and found my old sketch books and drawings and went out and bought me an art easel and canvas. I was looking through some of my old drawings after waking up and in the morning sketched the cave that I'm always dreaming of." He sighed. "I drew her too…I haven't even seen her, but I know it's her. I drew her name over and over again on the page. I drew the picture blindly, like something had taken over me."
Shin stared up at Spike blankly. "Recurring dreams?" he chimed in. "Do you want me to get you some sleeping pills? It should cut out those dreams right out, you'll be in too deep a sleep to—"
"I'm starting to almost want to dream to see her though." Spike covered his mouth with his right hand, shocked by his own words. "I told you about why Julia ran out right?" Spike looked down at Shin as he started to warp Spike's leg with gauze.
Shin shook his head. "You said you'd tell me today…" He smirked. "Well, later of course, but you get the idea…" Shin bowed his head. "Do you want me to go? I know I should have called you before hand, it's just that…" Shin frowned. "You're all I've got left family wise and it's just a scary thought."
Spike smirked. "I see how it is…I'm scary." Shin looked up with a hesitant look. "I know," Spike mumbled, "you didn't mean it like that." He leaned back and opened the fridge. "Want a beer?"
Shin frowned. "Mom would have killed you if she found out you gave me one." Shin frowned.
"That's right…" Spike grabbed two anyway. "I keep forgetting that you don't take this stuff well."
Shin laughed. "I remember on my twenty-first birthday mom let you, Lin, Vicious, and some of my friends from college drag me out to the bars…I was throwing up for hours on end after eating ten hamburgers on the stupid dare you guys put me through—"
"You got drunk after one damned beer too." Spike laughed. "The look on Annie's face when she saw us coming home," Spike sighed and looked over at the beers and then to the clock. He groaned. "It's too early for these." The coffee pot chimed in and the sweet aroma called caffeine swept by them both.
Shin smiled. "The coffee smells good." He sat in a stool after he finished wrapping Spike's leg.
"We'll get funeral preparations made for the day after tomorrow…" Spike trailed off. "We'll call anyone we can think of and tell them about her passing." Spike sighed as Shin nodded frowning. "Would you call Julia for me?" Shin looked up and after a moment of thought and nodded.
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Shin stared off into space. A third of his mind thinking about what the hell was going to do with his life, another third thinking about his mother's death, and the other third thought about Spike and his predicament. His eyes scanned the room searching for anymore bloodstains. Spike had spent the past hour cleaning them up while he sat wallowing in his own sorrow. "Missed a spot." he mumbled pointing towards the front door. "Even on the welcome mat…you really did screw up your leg." Shin frowned and drank the rest of his third cup of coffee.
Spike grimaced. "I think I'll leave after the funeral. Take leave from work, take the money I was going to use for the honeymoon and waist it away on the rural hick back water town that Julia so loved with all her heart." Spike kicked his bucket of cleaning water and chemicals and cursed as half of it spilled onto the welcome mat. He narrowed his eyes.
"At least she picked it out lovingly…" Shin trailed off.
Spike turned back and snarled, giving Shin a death glare. "It's got a freakish resemblance to Twin Peaks!" Spike opened his front door and threw the mat into the wall and slammed the door shut.
Shin frowned. "I wasn't old enough to see that show…" He sighed.
Spike growled in pure frustration. "I wasn't either; it was some show they showed on the old movie station that Annie used to watch. I watched it a few times with her when she let me and Lin stay up with her."
Shin nodded, smirking despite the fact he knew he was running the risk of being killed. "Like I said, I wasn't old enough to watch that show." Spike's left eyes twitched ever so slightly and Shin could see the vein popping out of his neck. He sighed. "I'll start calling people and tell them about mom…" Shin lulled a reply, ignoring Spike's infuriation.
Spike stiffened. "I'm going to go take a shower I think." Shin nodded, knowing that Spike wouldn't want to be around when he called Julia.
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Spike carefully stepped into the shower, not really caring if his gauze got wet, but more so of the pain shooting through his leg. He shut his eyes and let the water pound onto his face, and soak his hair. He spited water from his mouth and rubbed his face. "I need to get out of here." He muttered and bowed his head forward. He glanced down at his feet as the water ran over his neck and back. He frowned as a pool of red flowed down and around his feet, flowing down into the drain. "I really did a number on myself Faye."
He shut his eyes and her face flashed into his mind. Shoulder length violet hair and her eyes. He shut his eyes tightly a vibrant, lively green. "Spike, I called Julia!" Shin shouted from the bedroom door. Spike opened his eyes and looked towards the bedroom blindly. The shower glass was fogged over.
"Why the hell are you shouting if you're right in the bathroom?" Spike mumbled feeling insecure as he stared at the shadowed figure behind the shower glass. It was frosted to begin with, but also has a layer of steam caked on.
Shin blinked. "What are you talking about Spike; I'm standing in your room!" Shin shouted. "Come on out already."
Spike froze. He knew someone was there, there was a shadow. "Faye?" he whispered. He slid down the wall as the shadowed figure disappeared. Spike reached up and turned off the shower and sighed. "You're gone…" he mumbled sighing with relief.
Shin walked out and leaned into the doorway. "Are you coming or not?"
Spike nodded. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."
Shin shrugged his shoulders. "I've got to go in a half hour!" Spike frowned. It was a Saturday and she wasn't home? Normally she'd spend the whole day resting and eating, with the occasional cleaning of a room or two. She, actually out and about on a Saturday was a rarity.
Spike stumbled out and a chill ran over him. He felt uneasy as he wrapped a towel around his frame. Turning of the fan, he frowned, thinking that he should have turned it on sooner. Walking over to the sink he felt dizzy and turned on the sink and splashed his face with some cool water. "Damn it," he cursed and looked up. His eyes widened and hairs on his arms stood on end. He swung his arm back forcefully. "Faye?!" he reeled back to try and find the familiar silhouette he'd just been staring at in the shower, and not was again eyeing him in the mirror. "Leave me alone! God, if you want help just come out already! Let me talk to you! Tell me where you are!" Spike hit his fist into the counter and fell forward. "…let me see you." He whispered.
Shin stood outside the bathroom and blinked. "Shit, he really isn't doing good." He muttered and walked away quickly when he heard Spike get up.
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Shin sat nervously in the news station. He sipped from a glass of water as he stared out the ground floor window. He smiled weakly at the girls waving towards him. "You seem popular…" The news lady smiled. She frowned. "You're pale, are you feeling okay?"
Shin bowed his head and shook it lightly. "Actually no…I'm not." He sighed leaning back in his chair as he held onto a copy of his book. He sighed and rubbed his face. "My mother died last night, and my cousin isn't doing too good himself either, he just broke off his engagement with his fiancée, and…" He sighed shaking his head, looking up at the woman.
She covered her mouth and looked towards the camera men, thankfully that hadn't been shown on air. "You poor thing…" She snapped her fingers and a man ran over with a cup of coffee.
Shin shook his head towards the cup. "Thanks anyway…it's just, you think I could handle this kind of stuff, I mean I'm going to be a psychiatrist, you think I'd be the most sane person in the world…" He frowned. "I'm sorry, let's get the show started."
The woman nodded. The man held up three fingers and he counted down in silence. "Hello and welcome to the wake up morning show!" The woman smiled. "Today we'll be talking to Shin Spiegel, the new face in psychiatry, he was dubbed a prodigy, and his new book on the children's mind is hitting the top sellers' lists!"
Shin forced a smile and waved towards the camera weakly. "Hi." He sighed.
She laughed. "So…"
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Spike held his breath. He stared at the television, but couldn't help but zone out. Faye was wracking his brain. "I can't take this…" He whispered. He covered his mouth and shuddered holding his arms and bending forward.
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The funeral was small. Only Spike, Shin, Vicious, Julia, and another small handful of people who had known Annie attended. Spike frowned as he noticed Shin holding back tears. He looked across the way to Julia who looked away from him the moment his brown eyes met her blue ones. He frowned as his heart wrenched. Spike stepped forward and tossed a white rose into the grave, letting it land towards the top of Annie's coffin.
The rose's were followed by the others, and finally Shin's. "Good-bye mom." Shin whispered and started towards the car. Annie had requested once that there shouldn't be an after party for her death, and so there was none.
"I'll drive you home." Annie was buried in a local graveyard, not far from the house. Spike drove up to the driveway and stopped when Shin bowed his head.
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"You okay?" Spike mumbled looking down at Shin.
Shin shrugged his shoulders. "I could be worse, I guess." He stared at the house. "Think it's time to sell this old thing…that's all." He looked over at Spike. "Unless you want it." despite how upset he was he smiled. "Think it'd be better than living in the Twin Peaks house?" Spike smirked and shook his head.
"I'd feel weird living in Annie's house." He sighed. "Too many memories that'd just put me into a depressed mood." Spike turned off the car. "I'll come in with you for a little bit. By the way, you still haven't given me an autographed copy of your book yet…" Shin laughed nodding his head. "Send it to my new address, okay?"
Shin nodded. "I got you those sleeping pills too." Spike blinked as he got out of the car. "You said the dreams were freaking you out, right?" Shin walked inside. "I'm allowed to prescribe things, as long as it's to a patient…so I made a file and stuck it on my desk." Shin sighed shaking his head. "I haven't even graduated and I'm doing illegal things." Shin walked inside and tossed his coat on the bench to the right of the coat closet and jogged over to the counter. "Here, take one about ten minutes before you go to bed, okay?"
Spike took the orange bottle from Shin's hand and read the label. He pierced his lips together and nodded. "Thanks," Spike ran his hand loosely through his hair. "You alright by yourself?" Shin nodded his head. Spike frowned and hugged him, and lightly patted him on the back. "It'll be okay…" Spike frowned; he hated saying things like that. It'd take a while for things to get better.
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Spike pulled off his sunglasses as he walked into the large law firm office. "Mr. Spiegel, it's nice seeing you!" A bubbly girl who worked at the front desk piped. Spike smiled weakly and waved. He couldn't remember her name for the life of him.
"You too!" he sighed as she offered him a newspaper. "I'm okay, I'm not staying long, I'll be taking some work home while I take a little vacation.
She smiled. "You and Julia are moving early?" She turned her head to one side.
Spike let his mouth part slightly. She looked like a dumb dog that didn't get what the hell you were saying to it after it had just gone to the bathroom all over the carpet in your living room. Spike frowned and shook his head. "No, just a little me time…" he sighed. "I guess you can spread the word." He walked over and leaned into the counter.
She blushed and bowed her head. "Whatever you want Mr. Spiegel." Spike shut his eyes tighter to hold back his smirk. He knew she liked him to some extent.
"You can call me Spike, if you want." She looked up and her whole face turned beat red. Spike sighed. "Anyway…Julia and I broke off our engagement. We suddenly noticed how different each of us was in the end." Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked you such personal questions to begin with and—" Spike put his finger to his lips and she stopped talking. "Sorry…" She sighed. "Well, I hope to see you back here soon then…Spike." She blushed again.
Spike smiled weakly and nodded. "Thanks a lot." He turned and started to walk away.
"It's Kasadey!" She called as he stepped into the elevators. Spike's brown eyes widened and the doors slid shut. She simply smiled with a slight blush still on her cheeks.
Spike sighed and pressed the button for the tenth floor and leaned into the back of the elevator. "What cave are you in?" He whispered shutting his eyes. The doors opened and a man walked in. Spike frowned and waited in silence for the elevator doors to open onto the tenth floor. He shut his eyes; he was almost disappointed that she didn't talk to him. Walking down the hall he turned towards the double doors and rang the bell.
"Come in," a voice rang from the intercom. Spike opened the doors and the man at the desk frowned. "It's just you Spiegel, and here I thought you were my cheese stake." The man sighed and smiled warmly. "How are you doing? I heard about you and Julia through Vicious yesterday. Was the funeral nice for Annie?"
Spike nodded. "Very nice…Yeah, about Julia and I…" Spike trailed off again. He found himself doing that more and more often. "Can I take some vacation time sir? I'll take work with me too—"
"Yes, yes! No, don't take anything with you. If I were you the last thing I'd want to do is law firm work." The man leaned back in his chair. "Take a nice long vacation for a month or so and then come back. You're a hard worker Spiegel, I'd hate to loose you, so go have some fun, meet someone new, and then come on back. That sound okay with you?"
Spike smiled weakly when he mentioned meeting someone new. "Yes, sir…Thank you." Spike bowed his head forward and stood up. "I'm going to say hi to some people, is Vicious here yet?" The man's face paled a little.
"Well, no. He took off the rest of the day to take Julia home." Spike blinked and nodded his head. "Have a nice vacation then Spike." He smiled.
"Thanks a lot…" Spike tangled his fingers in his hair and walked out the doors as they opened and shut behind him. "Meet someone new." He sighed. "Faye, this is what you want? For me to find you? To find the cave?" he whispered as he stepped into the empty elevator.
"Spike," Spike shut his eyes as he felt the hair on the back of his neck prick up, and he shivered as the room grew cold. "Find me…help me, please Spike, help me." Spike smiled despite how scared he was. Was he really losing his mind?
"I'll find you…Faye." He let out a breath of air as he swore he felt her icy cold hands brush over his lips. He shook his head and let out a slight chuckle. "God, what am I doing?" He wet his lips and opened his eyes, no one was there…
Chapter 2 is finished! What will happen? Will Spike really try to save someone in his dreams? Is Faye really…real? If so, can he get someone to believe that he's not going insane? +_+ FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 3!! If anyone noticed, my chapters are a lot longer for this series than in my other fanfics. Don't know why, I think its cause they were originally for my Tenchi Fanfic too. *_*
PS – Apologies for errors, I've only done a quick skim and added some description, anyone interested in helping out with editing the errors E-MAIL ME!