Addiction

Chapter 2

By: Rachel

Rated: R

Genre: Drama/Suspense

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Look, its chapter 2 already! I no longer have writers' block. By the way, Dream to See You, fans, keep waiting just a bit longer and the last chapter will be out.

…Four Months Ago…

"How much?" Spike held his left arm protectively as he grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket.

"How many hits ya want?" The man waved him into the alleyway. It was raining, lightning danced through the sky, roaring through the clouds in an angry furry.

The dealer was in a pair of torn navy jeans, with a red t-shirt, and a yellow coat. His skin was tanned, and his green eyes were bloodshot and sketchy.

Spike coughed, and stared down at his shaking hands. "How much can you give me with this?" He handed him all the money he had left.

The man grinned. "You new at this, aren't you?" He smiled at Spike who bowed his head. "Are you a bounty, or a bounty hunter that got caught up in the Spagola case?"

Spike coughed. "Spagola," he nodded and with shaking hands took the vile filled with his sugar, his heroin.

…Present Time…

Faye ran into the entrance of the hospital forgetting the fact that she had just parked her zip craft along a busy roadway, blocking traffic. "Spiegel," she stammered as she gasped for breath, gripping her hand onto the desk she stared at the desk clerk. "Spiegel, he's here, I'm his…" She swallowed and raised her hand into the air showing off the fake wedding band.

"Spike, of course, the doctor told me you would be here soon." The woman typed on her keyboard and looked up the information on him. "He's in the detoxification ward. Floor seven, room seven twenty-tree." She smiled. "Now, you can't stay very long either, just so you know.

Faye's face paled. Detoxification, she nearly passed out when the doctor had told her on the phone. He didn'ttell her what was wrong exactly, buthe had told her, Spike's options for rehabilitation and the steps that they could take to get him clean."Alcohol?" she knew that drinking would be a problem, but nothing he couldn't overcome.

The woman frowned. "The doctor will tell you everything Missus Spiegel." She pointed towards the elevators and Faye bowed, nodding her head.

"Thank you." She mumbled and hurriedly walked towards them.

…Twenty Four Hours Ago…

A man walked inside the warehouse. Shuddering, he cupped his hands over his mouth and blew into them trying to gather warmth. "Hello?" He swore that he just heard someone inside.

Walking to the back he shivered and took a sharp breath of air as he saw the kid lying on his stomach. The needle rolled about a foot away, his clothes were tattered, and his hair was mangled. "Hey, buddy, are you alive?" He walked over and rolled Spike onto his back. "You don't look like your even thirty yet." He frowned, and pulled out his cell phone and called for an ambulance.

…Present Time…

Spike moved his head to the left and took a sharp inhale of breath as his eyes opened. He coughed, and shut them tightly. He moved his right arm to go scratch as his left, but found that his arms and legs were bound.

Inhaling sharply he gagged on reflex as he felt the pain shooting through his body. "God!" Spike clamped his eyes shut and hissed out in distaste.

"Spike," the voice was barely above a whisper, but was all that Spike needed to hear. His body relaxed and a smile curved on his chapped lips.

"Say it again." His voice was crackly, and harsh.

She smiled and bit on her lower lip as she stood up and walked towards the side of the bed. "Spike…" She breathed, this time saying it louder.

His eyes drifted open, as he stared up at the blurred face above him. Tan, violet, and green smears mooched together were all he needed to see to tell who was standing their watching over him. He tried to move his hand up, but his arms were bound. "Faye," he licked his lips and coughed before staring at his left arm irritably, "undo my arms?" He smirked weakly as he watched Faye's expression change.

Faye stared at him long and hard. He had changed. Six months had done a number on him. "Is that all you can say to me?" She looked down at his left arm, scabbing at the joint, she cringed as she watched it crack and bleed as he struggled to get himself undone.

Spike narrowed his eyes and bowed his head as he felt the paining itch aching up his left arm again. "Hello." He mumbled.

Faye sighed and pulled up a chair and sat by the edge of the bed. Placing her elbows on the bed, she rested her head in her hands and stared at him, studying him as he slowly rolled his eyes to the left to glance at her. "Hello Spike." She smiled bitterly. She didn't like the tone of Spike's voice as he spoke. He looked like a trapped, rabid animal itching to get loose and go for the kill.

Spike looked around the room. A white hospital room, the floor was tiled. Pale blue and white checkers for the design, and then the same pattern followed for the blankets on the bed. "So, are you taking the straps off?"

Faye shook her head and yawned. "Nope, you're not getting that lucky today."

Spike glared down at her. "Where am I?"

"The detoxification ward at a local hospital on Mars. It's right by the harbor, were not even a mile away from you." Spike eyed her carefully.

"You took me from Calisto?" He stammered. "Why?" He raised his voice. "Why'd you do that?" He shouted. Spike shook his head and let out a shout of anger. "Damn it, I was so close!"

"To dying Spike!" Faye screamed, and hit her fits into Spike's left arm.

Spike gagged and screamed out, arching his back he trashed violently. "Make it stop! Stop it, stop it!" He groaned and screamed, trying to free himself. He kicked his legs about.

Faye trembled as she fell back onto the floor. Spike continued to toss and scream as she reached her hands up to her face and covered her mouth. Faye eyes teared and she quickly wiped them away. "Spike, I'm sorry. I didn't…"

"Stop it!" He tore the checkered blanket and screamed his eyes wide and bloodshot.

Faye reached her arms out and shakily stepped forward. "I'm here, it'll be okay. You can get over this." She trembled as she leaned forward and pressed her hands into his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. Her eyes started to tear again. She hated crying, like this. Most of all she hated to cry in front of him after how he left. She vowed to never do it again. Look at her now; she hated herself for breaking down like this. "Spike, please stop. You're scaring me."

He tried to control the urge to rip off his arm as he looked at her. His eyes weren't blurred anymore. Faye's hair had gotten a bit longer. It was touching her shoulders now. He looked up and stopped all movement when he saw her crying. She never cried. At least, he never had seen her cry in front of him. "I…" he bowed his head as she leaned forward and hugged him. "Hello Faye," he struggled to say still.

Faye smiled mid cry. "Hello Spike."

Spike shut his eyes waiting to wake up. "Are you real?" He looked up at the ceiling. "It's so hard to tell my dreams from reality anymore Faye." He looked to his right and stared at the fading light coming in through the curtain covered window.

"Are you real?" Spike smiled at her response and shrugged his shoulders. "You know why you're here though at least, don't you?"

Spike's smile dissipated and he nodded. "Can we go home?" Spike whispered. "I don't want to be here."

Faye narrowed her eyes. "No, not right now Spike. You have to stay here awhile, okay?" Faye ran her fingers through his green hair as he shook.

"I don't want to go to a rehab." Spike said blatantly.

Faye sighed. "Jet, and I figured as much." Faye pulled back and sat down at the edge of the bed and stared hard into Spike's brown eyes. "That's why we used the money we had to buy enough food to last us awhile on the Bebop." She paused in thought. "We're disabling the zip crafts, and going into space, and we will be staying close to Mars." Faye looked away for a minute. "Regardless if you go to a rehab, or not, you'll be in one. Weather you stay with us, or go to one. I'll make sure that you can't sign yourself out of one too Spike."

Spike's eyes lit on fire and he bare his teeth. "You bitch." He gagged as his arm started to ache him. "What the hell is the matter with you?" he shouted. "Faye, damn it, I'm fine!"

Faye sat back, her face blank. He wouldn't say something like that to women. At least, he had never called her that. They had changed him, it was the drugs, she knew that, but would he ever change? "Call me what you want, I'm here to help you. You think you're fine, but you're not Spike. Look at yourself, you're a wreck."

He hissed and clawed at the mattress. "Get out." He growled.

Faye bowed her head and smiled. "Jet bought a lot of the best steak we could find too." She looked up at Spike for a moment to see his reaction.

"I don't give a shit about food; get me the hell out of here! Are you going to untie me Faye?" He howled. Faye stood up and held her tongue.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." Faye waved Spike goodbye.

"Faye!" Spike screamed. Faye shut her eyes and moved her hands up and covered her ears, but she could still hear him screaming her name.

"Goodbye Spike." Faye whimpered.

So, how was it? Be sure to RR! Also, thanks for the 10,000 hits on my Spike/Faye web site!! I'd update, but I've been busy, and only had time to write today. Anyway, I've got to get to bed. I'm tired, and have work tomorrow. Everyone have a great New Years!!