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Chocolate eyes drilled into citrine ones. Spike slowly stepped into the room. Faye was rooted to the spot, face pale against the ivory colored robe. Slowly Spike approached Faye like one would to a wild animal they just didn't trust. His eyes never wavered from her gaze.
"This could be a cautious delicate situation." Spike grasped her hand and cradled it against his chest.
"Yeah, I guess it could be." Breathless, Faye looked down to hide her rosy cheeks from his probing gaze. Every part of her body touching Spike was alive with awareness. Her head was swimming from the sensations.
Snaking his arm around her waist he pulled her closer. Lowering his face to her hair he detected the scent of gardenias. Still cradling her hand and body to his he spoke again. Faye's stomach filled with butterflies.
"Good thing I'm not the cautious delicate type." Spike leaned closer intoxicated with her scent and nearness. Faye's head came up and she bored her eyes into his.
"Good thing I'm not either." Her free hand swung around and connected solidly with Spike's cheek, breaking whatever magical spell he had been weaving.
"The hell Faye-"Spike was flabbergasted. One second she was putty in his arms, now she was a spitting wildcat.
"How could you? You let me believe you were dead for TWO YEARS!" Faye's voice was cruel and harsh. "Two years..." it was just a whisper now. Taking the few steps to the couch she collapsed there. She just couldn't take any more. "Do you even care what I went thr-" Spike cut her off mid sentence.
"I'm sorry." His voice cracked on the end. Those two words dropped like hopes into the lake of despair. They sounded as though they were wrenched from his soul. His soul was pouring from his eyes. Those two words Faye never thought she would ever hear from Spike Spiegel's living breathing lips.
Frantically searching for an explanation for Spike's uncharacteristic behavior Faye began to pace the room talking to herself. Spike watched in horrified awe.
"That's it. You're not Spike. I was at Spike's funeral. I cried in agony for him. I laid those goddamn red roses he was so fond of on the casket. I watched them lower him into the ground. I watched the rain bury him under silver mud. Every time I try to lay him to rest he just keeps coming back to life!" Faye was talking very fast and not all her words were intelligible. She was as close as someone could get to losing it with out actually going crazy. Babbling like a crazy person she whipped around to unleash her venom on Spike. "Dammit Spike, WHY? Decide if you want to live or die! And for gods sake next time you goddamn die STAY GODDAMN DEAD!" Now Faye was openly sobbing. She slid down the wall she was leaning and became a dejected, crumpled, pathetic heap on the floor.
Spike watched in distress. Was this downtrodden broken woman the Faye he remembered? No. It couldn't be! The Faye Spike remembered was a strong stubborn beauty who never let any one best her. The Faye he knew would have shot him by now instead of letting him see her break. Maybe she isn't the same woman...maybe it's all my fault...
Spike felt sharp pangs of guilt thinking he was to blame for the scene before him. Before he realized it he was sitting on the floor and pulling Faye into his lap. He cradled her head in the crook of his neck and held her hip with his hand. The other hand found its way to her hair, stroking it gently.
"Shhh. It's ok now Faye. I'm alive. I swear it. Shhh. Easy Faye. Relax." Spikes sultry voice crooned nonsense into her ear. Surprisingly she began to relax. He felt her breaths on his neck slow. With a final whimper she stilled. Faye had gone to sleep. Spike stiffened as he heard the words she was mumbling in her sleep.
"Spike...don't leave...love...." Faye sighed and snuggled closer. Spike heaved a large sigh and shifted Faye's body. He closed his eyes and tried to sort out his feelings for the changed woman in his arms.
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"I don't know where he is Sir. He just walked out of the bar for no reason. Said something about finally waking from a dream. That was all Sir. No Sir, he didn't say where he was going or who he was going to see. But Sir - yes, I understand. We will find them. If he is there we will retrieve him. Yes Sir, we have ways of making them talk. We will send our best men. They will find him. Good day Sir."
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Rays of sun boldly burst through the window across from Spike, bathing his face in a golden blush, accenting the green highlights in his hair. He opened his eyes grudgingly. Mornings were not his friend. Shifting his arm he felt a strange weight press. Faye... Looking down he saw her normally pale skin colored rosy gold in the rising sun. The sun kissed her purple hair turning it to violet flames. Spike just stared in wonder. Julia had never looked so vibrant and alive. Ever.
Sharp pains shooting through his back reminded him of the incongruous position he had spent the night in. He debated whether he should wake Faye. After the shock she had last night, maybe sleep would be best. The pain exploded again and decided for him.
"Faye. Hey, Faye, wake up." The gravelly smooth voice rumbled in her ear. He bounced her slightly to get her attention. She shifted and snuggled her head closer, raising her mouth to him. She didn't awaken. Spike thought a minute and came up with an evil plan to be executed at once. The old Faye would kill him for this. Maybe even bring him back from the dead just so she could kill him a second time. He better be prepared to run for his life.
He brushed silken strands from her face running the backs of his fingers over her perfect skin. He could feel every inch of her body against him. Could feel how she fit in his arms perfectly. Julia never fit like this. Where did these traitorous thoughts keep coming from?
His gaze locked on her lips. The night before they had been scarlet. Now the color was smudged and faded leaving coral colored lips. How he wanted to taste them. Cradling her head in one hand he moved his face closer. Their lips were almost touching. Spike could feel Faye's tiny breaths against his skin. Half his mind was screaming for him to continue while the other half thought gleefully of how mad she would be at him. Just the tiniest movement would do it.
Spike inclined his head and their lips brushed the tiniest bit. Oh god, if she's gonna kill me I may as well make it worth my while...Whatever happens...happens.
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"Yes sir, we have located him. Yes sir, she was one of his comrades in a past life. We have not located to rest of them. We will. He will not evade us for long. Sir, it will take more than a swat team to capture him. He's like a damn cat with nine lives. We need to set a trap. To set a trap we need a mouse to lure our tiger striped cat in. Yes sir. Of course sir. He has been pinpointed almost exactly. Yes sir. Have a good day sir. No really sir, thank you for this opportunity.
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A/N: Oh my god. There is actually a plot to this story! Besides the whole angsty Spike and Faye meeting thing...haha. I'm sure we have all figured out whom they are talking about capturing. Can anyone take a guess at who is looking for him? Hint: It's not Jet or Ed.
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Shadowfow83: Now why would you think Spike would do something stupid to screw things up? It's not like that is in his personality or anything! ;P