Searching for Salvation
Chapter Two, Martian Memories
Spike...I can almost hear his voice in my dreams, him whispering in the depths of my mind, comforting me. I want to see him again, but I don't know how...he vanished from the hospital, and that was three days ago. I know he'll try to find me...after what I did; I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to kill me...
Spike was angry and tired. He'd searched every nook and cranny of Mars, every bar, brothel and casino on the whole damn planet, and still no sign of Faye. He was beginning to think she was hiding from him, afraid of him, and he couldn't understand why. He loved her, needed her, and he had to fix his mistake, he had to tell her... It would be a cold day on Venus before he let her escape him. She couldn't have let him die, could she? His dark angel, fallen goddess, who haunted him with the memory of tears in her clear green eyes... Her velvet black/violet hair had touched his pillow, the remnants of the Bebop had saved that for him. The agony of her tears had soaked his spare jacket, but these signs were old, months old. He knew Jett was wasting away down by the docks, trying to drink away his memories of Spike and adventure. Ed...well, Ed and Ein were gone, and a good thing too. Spike didn't want them to see him like this, lost over some two bit whore who relished danger and lived on the knife edge of death.
His angel, his will to live rekindled in the fire of her kiss, the icy coldness of her hands when she was afraid. Julia was dead, had been dead for years, and he had nearly died with her. It was Faye who had been there at the end, cradling his head in her lap as the medics stormed up the stairs and snatched him from her...Faye, his fairy princess who knew no joy, save that of loving him...
Spike stumbled down the street, buffeted around bye the devilish Martian winds past places he'd loved Julia, places he'd lost Faye. He had barely noticed how she had finally remembered, that terrified despair for all that she had lost in her eyes, her embrace, her begging him not to leave her. He stumbled, tripped, fell, and got up again, cursing what little time he had left to find her, to love her.
Spike was all I could think of, living there on Ganymede. Jett's old, wise remonstrations couldn't help me, nor could his tender, gentle loving ease the agony. I gave up my guns, my ship, my wings, and my dreams to forget him, and it wasn't enough. Spike...I need you...find me, please...
It was dusk when Spike reached the barren hill with its tiny house perched on top. A kindly neighbor had directed Spike to it, saying that it was the last place anyone had seen Faye. He climbed the crumbling stone steps to its crest, and looked at the pitiful derelict shack, neglected as he had neglected Faye. But no loving caress or tender gift could undo how he had carelessly used Faye, calling them name of another woman as he held her. Spike sighed and tried to inhale past the constriction in his throat. He pushed the rotted door in, and watched carelessly as it fell of its hinges into the dust.
"Faye...?"
There was no response, and Spike walked back down the hill without going inside. He had searched all of Mars, and now he would go to Venus, where the goddess of love and beauty was said to live. What better place than that for his Faye?
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