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After setting the auto pilot back to Mars, Spike walked in to rest next to Faye. Much to his surprise, the woman had moved slightly, but it still didn't appear as though she had woken up any. "Damn it, Faye!" Spike whispered gently, but urgently. "I need you now. . .more than ever," it surprised him how weak he sounded. Ah, so this is what family did to a man. He despised his sudden weaknesses, but he'd never take back all that had happened. Now he just had to fetch his life back. After all, he was Spike Speigal. He could do it.
A soft moan alerted the man and his head jerked up, gaze mechanically locking onto the woman who lay before him. Despite the predicament he was now in, his spirits soared. He wanted to say something, but he kept his jaw locked and held his breath. Slowly, almost painfully, Faye's fingers curled into a ball. Her lips slowly slid open as if trying to form a word, yet no sound escaped. Spike lifted himself to his feet and leaned over her. Her eyes were still closed.
What was going on? Could she be waking up? Could something dreadful be happening to her? Was she having a nightmare? What was going on? "Faye?" he questioned, his voice a mere croak. The woman's mouth slammed shut for a moment as if startled. It then opened again, this time a groan slipping out. "Don't try to talk," Spike then said, reaching out and placing his palm against his cheek. "I'll be doing enough talking for the both of us soon enough. . ." he then whispered, leaning to press his lips to her forehead.
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The fuzzy haired man hadn't truly noticed the condition that Jet was in before now. He admitted that he was too worried about others. However, now he saw that Jet needed medical attention that Spike didn't have the time, power, or knowledge to treat. The only alternative would be dropping him off at a hospital and picking him up later if he made it through. By he, Spike wasn't sure if he was referring to himself or Jet. It was possible that neither of them would live to see the start of a new week.
Once they had reached Mars, Spike wasted no time in getting Jet to a hospital. There he left him, leaving only vital information for the doctors. However, at this point in time, a few angry doctors wasn't the first thing on his mind. His son was and always would be. Now, as for finding out where his son was located, he didn't know how. Which syndicate had they taken him to? The man ignored that fact that Gage may not have even made it to a syndicate but was rather lying cold in a ditch somewhere. . .Spike shook the very thought from his head.
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Gage awoke in a dim room, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light. He didn't know where he was. He didn't even know if he was alive, truth to tell. All he could remember was the boy that looked like his father and then the ghost. . .He shuddered to think about it. That man done everything that living men did, but that's what he was. A ghost. Fear threatened to overwhelm the child, but he forced the tears back. He had to think rationally. What would my father do? He asked himself.
As his eyes started to regulate, he was then able to make objects out of shadows. There was a small and, by the looks of it, non-to-comfortable bed in the corner. He, however, noticed that he had merely been thrown onto the floor. So much for dealing with people who have pity. . .or hearts. He also noticed that he was not in a room, but rather a cell. Through the bars he could see a desk and a door, but nothing else. There was no one else in there with him.
His hands immediately fell to his pockets, searching frantically for the comm. link that had been a last minute idea to slip into his pocket just in case something such as this did happen. However, it was gone. Whoever they were dealing with obviously weren't idiots. He then slid his shoe from his foot and slid nimble fingers into it. If they hadn't found the tracker, also a last minute idea that he had stolen from his mother, then there was still hope left.
Gage's small hands wrapped around a tiny piece of metal and pulled it out, bringing it close to his eyes to make sure it was what he thought it was. "Yes!" he whispered enthusiastically, but then flinched at the sudden sound in the room. Without thinking another moment he quickly turned it on and then slid it back into his shoe. He knew deep down that his parents would come save him. . .they had to.