Addiction

Chapter 5

By: Rachel

Rated: R

Genre: Romance/Drama

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Hope you enjoy this chapter. Spike gets divine justice from himself. Can Faye help, or is Spike still not willing to let her get near him?

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Holding her breath she waited for the door to slam shut before she screamed. Tears rolled over her eyes as she clutched at her aching throat. When was he ever so violent, when had he become so cruel? What had his addiction turned him into?

Spike wasn't in his room. He stared from a distance as Faye cried out in pain. She writhed and clawed at a metal bolt on the metal, rusting floor. "Stop crying, it's irritating."

"Bastard, why didn't you just kill me?" Faye screamed as loud as her aching throat would allow.

Spike smirked. "Just back off, Faye." Spike turned and walked down the hall. He looked at him room and then looked ahead and kept walking. He turned and looked at Faye's door, chewing on his lower lip.

Glancing to his right he grinned and stepped forward. Shakily he grabbed Faye's doorknob and pushed it forward. Holding his breath he rubbed the back of his neck and stepped in carefully, shutting the door behind him silently.

Stepping inside he turned on the light and stared down at her bedside. Pill bottles lay haphazardly, along with a glass half full of gin. "We both have problems it seems." He arched an eyebrow and took the glass finishing what was left before sitting on her bedside and picking up a handful of bottles. "Let's see, painkillers," he lulled before looking at the next two, "and antidepressants…Faye?" Spike stammered. Depressed, Faye wasn't depressed. He set the bottles down with a distasteful expression.

Was Faye depressed because of what had happened? He cupped his face in his hands as he remembered her tear streaked face as she begged him to stay. He didn't keep his promise to her. He didn't call them, not once. Spike took a slow deep breath as he rolled his head to the right. His lips rippled as he stared at the notebook on her dresser. "What have we here?" He cooed and stood up as he looked at her closet door, while walking over to the notebook. Notes on what to and not to do to upset him…this that wouldn't upset a heroine addict. He gritted his teeth and gripped tightly on the brown and black notebook.

Taking a breath he walked back to the bed and sat down again. Rubbing the back of his neck again laid back against Faye's two pillows and flipped to the first page…

…Entry One….

Dear Diary,

I should give you a name shouldn't I? A girl's or a guy's name, I wonder what would fit best. Well, we'll think of your name later then, now won't we?

He hasn't called yet. I'm writing in this to vent, and only to vent my anger. I can't help it, Jet is too frustrating, and Edward is too little to understand me. Then again, even if she does understand me, she would end up blabbing to Jet, and then I would never hear the end of it. God, they really are like my family now.

Why hasn't he called yet? He promised. I love him. I love him.

- Faye

…Present Time…

Spike eyed her words carefully before starting to turn to the next page. She loved him. Did she really love him though, or was that her missing him just for the sake of missing him? He didn't care of course, what he cared about was finding out how that silver haired bastard had managed to get killed before he did. How dare he die without a fight, and how dare he take Julia along with him.

The door handle started to turn. Spike's eyes widened and he leapt over to the other side of the bed and lied down, holding his breath. He had left Faye's diary on her bed. Luckily it was closed. The door opened.

Faye blinked as she watched her diary fall from the edge of her bed and onto the floor with a loud smack. Faye narrowed her eyes and scrunched her face together. "I swore I set you…" She sighed, shaking her head. Leaning forward Spike held his breath as Faye lifted up the bedspread to pick up her journal and exhaled when she didn't notice him.

"I'll write in you later." She yawned, as she slipped off her shirt and pants and changed into a bathing suit.

"Bathing suit?" he breathed, eyeing her finally as she tied the back of the black and pink stripped beauty.

"Spike, I put your bathing suit on your dresser. You can come in when you like. We put it in the workout room; it's regulated so that the water won't fly out, even if we loose gravity control, there's also a hot tub." She grinned as Spike let out a hiss and sat up.

"Vindictive…" He snarled.

"Thank you for not looking also Spike." She shuddered. "Did you read my journal, don't lie. I can tell if you're lying to me."

Spike arched an eyebrow. "And if I did?"

"I was telling the truth." Faye shut the door without another word.

Spike groaned and covered his face with his hands as the silence loomed over him. When the hell did they get the money for a pool, and not just a pool but a hot tub? Spike licked his lips in thought. "We have a bath already; it's a waste of water." He was lying to himself. He liked the idea of having these; he just didn't want to be nice to Faye yet. No, not yet.

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A week passed with little to no fighting. Bitter words were being used less and less. Spike was doing well. Well, as well as a recovering heroine addict can be.

He was floating on his back, mouth open eyes closed. The pool water was at a comfortable eighty-two degrees, and he was in heaven.

"Are you hungry?" Spike's eyes opened and he turned his head to the left as Faye walked into the room. "I'll make lunch now if you are."

Spike rolled forward and swam over to the side of the pool. "Whatever." Spike yawned as he rang out his hair with his fingers.

"What do you want? Sandwich, soup…?" Faye tapped on her lips in thought.

She watched Spike swim over to the ladder and climb out. "I could care less." Spike lazed as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Enthusiastic, as always Spike…" She muttered and walked out of the room.

She didn't have to say it. He knew he wasn't putting much effort into making her days go by faster. That wasn't his intention at all. He wanted to get off the damned ship. The Bebop was driving him right up a wall and over a cliff. Cracking his neck he yawned again and walked into his room to get changed.

His arm was healing. The scabs were started to crust, and peel away. The itching was still present, but he was learning to ignore it. He'd still find himself getting sick at night though. Half the time he would spend the night on the small blue carpet surrounding the toilet.

Few words were shared at all. Night came slowly. Faye had gone to sleep early. Spike turned in at eleven…

"Spike…" His eyes opened and he looked towards the door, his eyes narrowed.

"What? I'm alive, don't worry, I'm not that stupid." He rubbed his eyes and stared at the blurred figure standing in the door. "It's too late; I can't even see straight Faye."

"No, Spike." He sat up and squinted.

Spike's stomach sank as his vision cleared as he saw the syringe in her hand. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Spike looked her over as he watched the tears pour from her mint colored eyes. Her teeth bared, his lower lip quaked as her body trembled. Her right arm was raised, vein popped, needle ready. "What hell are you doing!" Spike stood up to grab the needle. He would only get it away from her, and then turn it on himself.

Faye let out a blood curdling scream as he came near her. Gritting his teeth Spike fell to his knees and put his hands over his ears as he let out a gag before falling onto his side. "Don't do it." He looked up at her with terror in his eyes. "Please, I beg you. Don't turn into me Faye. Please, don't do that to yourself!"

"Why not, you did." Spike died. He was dead. He was gone, never to be again. She had killed him with her voice.

He writhed in his tears as Faye stuck the needle into her arm. "Faye!"

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"Faye!" Spike sat up his eyes wet with tears as he tasted blood trickling down his mouth from biting down on his lip too hard. Sweat clung to his ghost, white skin as he shook in his on demise. "Faye…" He fell onto his side, and clutched his pillow. "A dream…it's just a dream. I was dreaming, and this is the hell I've woken myself up to.

Faye opened the door her eyes wide as she tied her white silk robe closed. "What is it?" She hurriedly walked in her eyes still half closed as she tripped over a towel and stumbled against the bed to find Spike starring up at her with the eyes of a child who had just woken up from a terrifying nightmare.

Spike coughed and sat up, bowing his head forward. He moved his lips to speak, but found that his vocal cords paralyzed. His arm was aching him, and he was aching to just cry out, but couldn't. He didn't dare, not when he was awake, and not while Faye was in a room with him. "A bad dream?" she sighed, tangling her fingers in her violet locks. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Spike shook his head. He moved his head to the left quickly to hide the tear that was about to trickle down his face. She could go now. Why wouldn't she get up and walk away? Since when did Faye come running to his rescue when he cried out in fear after having a nightmare?

"Yet you scream out my name? Well, cowboy, thank you for waking me up. Next time scream out to someone who won't come to save you from the boogieman."

Spike looked up as she walked towards the door. She turned quickly, catching him off guard. Spike hissed and looked down again.

"Here, your mouth is bleeding." She yawned. "Wake me up when you get hungry." Faye reached over to the tissue box next to Spike's meds and handed him one before she closed her eyes and blindly walked out of the room.

Spike exhaled as he clutched the tissue in his hand and let out a muffled cry as he leaned forward. "Don't do it Faye. Please, do ever do it. I'll never forgive you if you do."

Just do you know Spike has cried before, or at least he talks about it. At the end of episode 4, the trailer for Balled of Fallen Angles…Spike talks about waking up as if he were peeling an onion…AKA with tears in his eyes, crying. WAHAHAHA! Take that! HE DOES HAVE A WEAKER SIDE! I've said this before, but I'm just restating it.