Addiction

By: Rachel

Rated: R

Genre: Drama/Suspense

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If you're wondering where this story takes place it's just after Faye remembers her past, and Ed meets her father. Yes, Vicious and Julia thing…I'll get them out of this fic somehow though. I might have Shin in it…who knows. LoL, anyway, Enjoy, and REVIEW!

By the way have you seen the cover for the new Cowboy Bebop PS2 game coming out in February? It's Spike/Faye! Super-cute! I really want to get it. Also, I'm getting a PSP for my 18th! Yea, it's the portable Playstation. It's 2 times more powerful than the PS2, and its hand held! The screen is larger than the DS, and it'll blow Nintendo away! Wahahaha! If you have any questions feel free to ask. I work as GameStop, and if I don't know the answer the guys I work with will. '

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Cowboy Bebop.

…One Week Later…

"Faye, I'm leaving. It'll be you, and him." Faye nodded her head as she sipped from a wine glass. "You read the book, right?" She continued to nod. "Are you sure you'll be okay? I mean, there is no way you two can get out, what if he gets out of hand?"

Faye narrowed her eyes. "I'll kill him." She hissed.

Jet blinked, sighing. "Make sure he has a proper reason to die before you go and stab him, okay?"

Faye scuffed. "Who said I was going to stab him?" She grinned and set down her glass and licked her lips. "Ed has her things too?" Jet nodded. "Ein is all ready to go too?" Jet nodded yet again.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go pick him up and drag his ass onto the ship before I go there and strangle him for calling me a bitch." She balled her fists and dug her heels against the metal floor.

Jet groaned. "Why do I think the rehab is more for you than it is for Spike?" Faye looked up and glared at the balding man standing on the balcony above the living room.

"Will you go get him already?" Faye pressed.

"Yes, I'm working on it." Faye shut her eyes as he left to go pick up Spike.

"Welcome to hell, can I take your order?" Faye plastered a fake smile on her face before screaming in frustration. Why did she decide to do this anyway? All Spike had done for the past week is beg her to take off those damned restraints, and when she shook her head he'd glare with the coldest of looks and either curse at her, or start screaming like a banshee because his arm started to tease him. Thankfully a week had passed, and the worst of the withdraw period had passed.

…One Hour Later…

The door to the Bebop rolled open and Faye looked up as she heard Jet shouting. "Get your ass in there, and stay in there!" Jet shouted and checked Spike inside. She frowned as she watched Spike stumble and grip onto the handle.

"See, it isn't just me that's pissed off at you." Faye snapped.

"Just shut up." Spike snarled.

"Spi-Spi is home!" Ed laughed, running into the room and skipping towards Spike.

"Ed, go back to your room for a minute will you?" Faye demanded.

Ed rippled her lips together. "Faye-Faye…" she whined. "I want to give Spi-Spi a hug—"

"Edward, now." Faye hissed. Ed bowed her head and nodded weakly, following Faye's instructions.

She straightened and walked over to Spike as he sat up. Pinning him to the stairs she glared, holding her face a few inches away from his. "Will you—"

"Ed doesn't know where you've been, or what's wrong with you." She licked her lips. "Let's keep it that way, shall we? If you so much as raise your voice at her in a way I don't like," Faye smiled, her eyes sparkling, "I'll make sure that you never see the light of day again, do you hear me?"

He smirked. "Please Faye—"

"Do you hear me?!" Faye screamed at the top of her lungs, as she pressed her hand into his left arm.

Spike's eyes widened and he gagged. "I get it!" He shouted back and rubbed his arm as it burned. "Now, can you get off me?" Faye's face flushed and she let out a hushed yip and leaped off of him.

Jet stared at Faye. She really wasn't going to give him any slack. Hopefully it would turn out for the best. "Just don't kill each other after we leave."

Spike sighed as Faye called for Ed to come back. "He's ready to see you now."

"Spi-Spi!" Ed jumped up and landing in his lap her upper half landing on his left arm. Spike's eyes blazed and he growled, throwing his head back and kicking the stairs with his right for to keep himself from screaming, and sending Ed flying across the room.

Faye noticed this and quickly ran over and picked Ed up and away. "Ed, I told you to be careful, didn't I?"

Ed bowed her head whispering her apologies, before looking up at Spike with a smile on her tanned, childish face. "Sorry Spi-Spi."

Spike forced a pained smile. "It's okay Ed." Spike bowed his head as he smiled. He was home. Now look at him. Broken, and battered, they acted like he would break if they so much as patted him on the shoulder. Would he though?

"Well, Edward, get Ein and we're out of here, okay?" Jet smiled, crossing his arms.

Spike looked back blankly. "Where are you going?" Spike coughed and closed his eyes and shook his head removing the images of needles and vials from his mind.

"The beach, and some other places, everywhere but here until Faye says we can come back." Spike turned back to Faye and eyed her carefully.

"What about us? Where are we going?" Spike licked his dry lips and gritted his teeth as his arm twitched.

"We're staying right here." Faye ran her fingers through her hair as she sat down on the lime couch and crossed her legs. "Whether you think it or not, you do need help."

"And you're it?" Spike droned. He bowed his head and tangled his fingers in his hair as a wave of nausea washed over him.

"Yeah, I'm it." Faye walked over as sat down next to him as Jet walked away with Ed to go help her carry her things into his zip craft. "Nauseous?" Faye mumbled, hesitantly placing a hand on Spike's back.

Spike tensed and glanced to his right struggling to see her face through his hair that had fallen in his face. "Don't touch me." Spike hissed, and stood up. "I'm going to go take a shower."

Faye stood up and walked passed him and into the bathroom quickly, removing several things into a bucket before turning towards him. She smiled. "Don't want you trying to hurt yourself, now do we?"

Spike hissed. "What did you just take?" He muttered and walked in, staring at the bucket.

"I took the razors and any toxic cleaning products." She smiled warmly.

"What if I want to shave?" Spike pointed to the stubble on his chin.

"Call me when you're dressed and I'll help you." Faye smiled before bowing her head and shutting the door behind her.

Spike gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly as he bent down and rocked back and forth slowly. "Wake up. Wake up." Spike clutched his arm. Was Faye right to take the razors away? Was he that sick to stop the pain that he'd resort to that?

Standing he gagged and ran to the toilet and heaved when he thought he was about to throw up his breakfast. He wasn't eating much yet. He didn't want anything, only the damned needle in his arm.

Standing he wiped his mouth and coughed, bowing his head as he pulled back the curtain. Staring at the new shower head he noted that they had removed the previous one because it could be used as a chocking device. "Thanks a lot." He groaned as a chill washed over him again. He turned on the hot water and let the room steam up before stepping in.

Staring up he let the water beat down on his face.

…Five Months Ago…

"What do you mean you don't want it?" The man cackled. Spike stared at the needle in his hands and eyed it carefully. "It's a new needle if you're one of those careful types. Don't worry, my dealer is the best, his stuff gives you the best high, and it's never too much to kill you."

Spike arched an eyebrow at his carefree tone. "Really, I've been clean for two years…I'd like to stay that way." He lied.

The man glared. "You don't act like you were an addict at all to me. You aren't even scratching at your arms or legs. You've got some will to hold back from the itching pain. Even after two years you think that with a needle in your arm you'd ache a little." He patted Spike on the back as he readied his own needle.

Spike could take him down right now. He had the chance he could—

"Yo, there you are Max." Spike looked up, his eyes dark. "What are you doing, getting the got messed up again. Didn't he tell you he's been clean?"

Max closed his eyes and smiled as he shot himself up. "Yeah, but why bother keeping him clean, with all of us, he'll do it himself again soon, why not get himself started now?"

Spike coughed and held his left arm. What had he gotten himself into, he hadn't even seen Spagola yet, and here he was hanging with a bunch of junkies that were using Spagola's goods. "It's fine." Spike rolled up his shirt sleeve. Holding his breath, he tapped at the vein in his left arm and watched as it bulged.

"Dude, I was kidding. You know, a few laughs between friends." The guy shook his head, his eyes widened as he watched Spike stick the needle in his arm and press down on the syringe.

…Present Time…

He coughed as he swallowed the hot water down. Spike laid down, on his back as the water beat down on his chest, spaying the water against his face as he smiled. "I'm home." He was home, Faye was there, Ed was there, Jet was there, even Ein was there to greet him, but it wasn't the same. They looked at him as if he were broken. A Spike that they weren't used to, they felt awkward around him.

He didn't want them to be scared of him, he didn't want them to shelter him, hold him like a baby. He sat up and grabbed the bar of soap to his right and with closed eyes put it against his healing left arm and scrubbed hard. He bit his lower lip hard until he felt it bleeding. He kicked the tub with his feet and let out a cry of pain.

"What's wrong?" Faye screamed and came scrambling in.

Spike's brown eyes widened and he dropped the bar of soap as he looked to his right. Faye was standing over him, the shower curtain torn off and hanging on the floor, her face flushed eyes wide with fright.

Spike curled his fingers in as he watched the soap foam at the end of the tub by his feet. Spike opened his mouth ready to speak by nothing came out. "I…" He trailed off. "I was cleaning my arm, and it hurt, that's all. You can go. I'm not killing myself or anything. I'm getting out anyway."

Faye let out a whimpering nod of agreement as she bowed her head. Faye turned around, her face as red as an apple. "Sorry, I heard you scream—"

"Whatever, stop worrying." Spike stood up, and yelped as he slipped on the bar of soap, tumbling forward.

Faye screamed and tried to get away, but Spike held on tight, as he lost his balance. Opening her eyes she felt her white t-shirt and gray sweatpants absorbing the water on Spike's body, as he lay on top of her. Pushing herself up Spike quickly got up and grabbed and towel, bowing his head, he slipped on the tile before grabbing the doorknob and running out.

Faye was left on her hands and knees, her face flushed, her clothes soaked. She didn't mean to barge in on him, he screamed, what else was she supposed to do? She was following the book the doctors gave her. She spent the entire night and day reading from front to back, she had notes lining her walls, and the doctor's personal number on speed dial incase of an emergency. "How can I tell him about what happened when he won't even let me near him?"

What could Faye have to tell Spike? Will the rehab help Spike, or make him go insane? Will Spike and Faye's relationship continue to be on pins and needles? (No pun intended…) Be sure to review!