Addiction

By: Rachel

Rated: R

Genre: Romance/Drama

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Chapter 10 here for you all, and be sure to enjoy and review!

This is going to be longer than I thought. Okay, this takes place before the ending, in which Faye has yet to get her memories back. They will be coming back slowly. Spike has to help her now too. So it's a win, win, or lose, lose situation! Bwahaha! Hope you enjoy this. I'm making a doujinshi of my own based off of Murky Waters. If you read that fic. The plot was altered some, but it's pretty much the same thing. OMG…It's so hard to draw Spike and wet in water. Sorry for errors, I've got finals on the 14th, and 15th this month, which is June 2005 for you readers in the future. AHH!

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Spike kept his eyes closed as he stirred. He had awoken to the smell of thick smoke and the sound of wires snapping and sizzling. He listened as the flames around him crackled and popped.

Jet was going to kill them. He could picture his face. Eyes wide, mouth agape. He would be on his knees with his arms limp at his side. Ed would be next to him of course running in circles and shouting, ship go boom-boom-boom. He smiled at the thought. Ein would be running around in circles himself; he however would be doing it out of distress. Then there was Faye. He stopped his imagination and his eyes snapped open.

"Faye!" He chocked. His eyes stung. Sitting up Faye lay a few feet from him, head turned to the side, face bleeding. He winced as he put his burned hands to the ground and crawled to her side. "Faye, Faye, wake up." Spike demanded. He tapped her cheek lightly until she stirred.

Spike sighed, and bowed his head before forcing his eyes to look around. The ship was in ruins. Noting could be salvaged. It was take ages for Jet and Edward to find them if he waited in the middle of the Mars desert.

Staggering to his feet and placing his left hand over his wound. Spike took a breath of hot air and squinted his eyes as the sun glared down upon him. The wind stung his face and he winced as he lifted Faye into his arms. "Shall we go my dear?" He smirked and stepped over the burning rubble they once called home.

The rocky sand burned his feet. It was summer where they had crashed. There luck couldn't have been worse. The dry heat scorched his bare skin, and he let out a hiss as he felt one of the many sharp rocks cut through his feet.

Faye was cradled in his arms; head rolled back, mouth wide open. Not her most flattering moment. Spike looked down as Faye's eyes opened. She blinked a few times. The sky was on the ground, and the ground was in the sky. Faye moved her lips when she realized Spike was holding her, and walking. "Are we dead?"

"Might as well be," he muttered, "I don't think I'll get us to the city tonight at this rate either."

Faye rolled her head up and groaned. "You couldn't support my head while I was knocked out?" Faye rubbed his neck with displease.

Spike shook his head from side to side. "Nope, I couldn't." He stated simply.

"Put me down, I can walk, we'll get there faster." She wriggled in his arm lock and fell to the rough ground as he let her drop. "Jerk." Faye snapped.

"Yeah, and you're a shrew, why don't you be nice? I could have left you in the wreckage if I wanted to." He scowled and sat down next to her and rolled his head forward.

They fell silent as memories before they both passed out rushed through their heads. "We didn't die." Faye mumbled.

"We might as well be." Spike restated.

Faye looked ahead towards the direction they were headed. "We can make it."

Spike snorted. "You're not the one who's been walking for hours on end." Faye pierced her lips together.

"How's your wound?" She muttered.

"I stopped the bleeding." He pointed to the torn, red shirt he had wrapped round his waist. "It's half burned, but it works."

"You need to see a doctor." Faye sighed and pulled her knees towards her chest and rested her head. She ignored the fact that Spike was using her favorite red shirt and tried to think of what their next move should be after they got to the city.

They both wanted a cigarette. "We don't have the money."

"Jet put us both under his insurance while you were in the hospital." Faye stammered. "I being his daughter, and you being his son-in-law, it was allowed." Her cheeks flushed as Spike looked at her with wide eyes.

"No wonder the bastard wouldn't give up on the marriage crap." Faye forced as weak smile.

"Yeah." Her eyes darkened. "Come on, let's go." Spike starred at his feet. They were after Jet, Edward, and Ein then too.

Spike could tell that Faye knew what he was thinking. She didn't look back, and walked forward quickly. "Wait up." Spike called to her.

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Two hours later they climbed a hill of sand, beer bottles, and cigarette butts, and both rejoiced as they saw the lights of the city ahead of them. "We made it." Spike raised his right arm into the air.

"Thank God." Faye yawned. "There should be a hospital nearby."

"You hope." Spike chimed.

The city lights danced before them as the two battered and beaten companions walked into a looming alleyway. Taking hold of Faye's hand Spike tugged her close and stepped up the pace. "What's wrong?" Faye whined. She was too tired to walk this quickly, and Spike practically dragged her along.

Spike let out a hushed breath of warning. "We're in a bad area." Spike's eyes looked to his left. A man was dead by a dumpster, with a needle in his left arm. "Shit." Spike spat as his left arm ached him. He twitched. Faye looked at what he saw and her grip on his hand tightened.

"Don't look at it." Faye protested.

"Too late," he slowed down when he noticed how he really was dragging her along. Faye was happy that he slowed down, "damn it." Spike muttered.

"Do you know where we are?" Faye whispered as Spike rested against the filthy, brick wall of one of the many bars along the main street. Music from the bar made the ground rumbled beneath their feet, and the sounds from the busy street were deafening.

Spike gulped for air as he caught his breath and tired to ignore the pain in his arm, and the wound on his left side. "Tharsis, we're in the bad part of Tharsis." Spike stated. He tugged Faye's hand towards him and pulled her against his chest.

He locked eyes with two men that had been staring at her. "What are you doing?"

"Hugging you honey." He smiled warmly and kissed Faye's forehead. Her face flushed, and her green eyes widened. Leaning forward he moved his mouth towards her left ear. "They could have grabbed you, that's what I'm doing." He looked as the men crossed the street, muttering to themselves.

Faye followed his eyes and pulled back once they were gone. "Come on, let's get going." Spike nodded, refusing to let go of her hand. Her face was flushed. "Another thing," Faye fumed. Spike smirked, he had been expecting this. "I can take care of myself. I would have been just fine if they had grabbed me."

Spike nodded. "Is that so?" Spike arched an eyebrow in question. He knew very well that she could take care of herself; it was the fact that they were armed and she wasn't that made him grab hold of her.

"Yes it is." Faye stood tall, with a smug grin on her dirt covered face.

"Fine, next time I'll let them grab your ass..." Spike rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck as he followed the street signs and headed towards the center of the city. This however posed as a problem.

Spike was growing tense. He could almost smell his addiction as they past every darkened alleyway. His arm was hurting, more than the wound in his side was. Reaching center-city he stopped and cursed under his breath as his wound started to bleed once again.

"He really did get you, didn't he?" Faye walked in front of Spike and leaned forward a bit and examined his poorly wrapped wound. "The hospital is on the right." Faye mumbled.

Spike narrowed his eyes. "How the hell do you know where it is?" He was irritable, which was understandable.

"The sign right here on the light post." Faye pointed behind her as she straightened and pointed to the white and red sign that had an ambulance on it and pointed to their right.

Surely enough a few hundred feet to their right was Tharsis hospital and medical facility. The wind was picking up, and the air was thick. "It's gonna rain, let's get inside."

"You think they'll let us stay the night?" Faye looked at him. Spike smiled and took hold of her hand.

"If we're lucky, then again, this is Tharsis Hospital." Spike sighed as the sliding doors opened and a jet of cool air cooled their scorched skin. "Don't let go of my hand Faye." Spike swallowed as she glared at him. "Please." He mumbled as he walked her to the sign in desk.

They both hated hospitals, the smell of sterilizer, and the moaning of the sick and injured. The place reeked of a false happiness, and hope. They hated this feeling more than anything. The walls were white, and the floor was white, the ceiling was white, and the nurses and doctors were dressed in white. A hospital lacked color and life, they hated it, but they had nowhere else to go.

A woman looked them both over. They were filthy. Dirt covered, sun burned, and cut up badly. Faye had a cut above her eyebrow that had bled down her face, and Spike was still bleeding from the stab wound. "Can I help you?"

Faye stiffened. Spike eyed her carefully. "Our ship crashed." He nudged Faye away with his hip, but still made sure he kept a hold of her hand. "Out in the desert, we've been walking all day. My friend, he was killed, we couldn't bring him along with us, and my father in-law, well we haven't been able to get a hold of him, or my little cousin. It's their ship, but they were letting us take it for while, so we could do some traveling." Spike gripped onto the counter and tugged Faye closer to him. He gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry, it's just," Spike paused to make it seem more dramatic, "it's just that he was by best friend and—"

"You don't have to continue." The woman mumbled. "I'll get you two a room to share. No lying was necessary; your injury is enough to get you some bed rest for the night." She smiled.

Spike scuffed. It might as well be true. Faye had him tied to her hip, and Max at one point was considered a friend. Spike lowered his head. "Thank you." He mumbled.

"Excuse me." Faye pressed her left hand against Spike's shoulder and smiled warmly at the receptionist as she pushed him aside. "Could you get me my father's phone number from my file? It's a new line, and when the ship crashed, the paper with his number went with it." She shrugged her shoulders and forced some laughter.

"For you honey, sure I will." The woman was older, with dark curly hair. She was plump, and resembled Annie in a way.

An hour passed and Faye was sitting in a hospital chair beside Spike. Spike had gotten ten stitches in his side, and Faye had two on the cut above her eyebrow. "I can't fell the left side of my face." Faye mumbled.

Spike snorted, holding back laughter. "At least someone's smiling." She muttered. "So, do you want to call him, or should I?"

"You do it; I'm going back in my bed and sleeping." Spike sneered. They didn't give Faye a bed. She didn't need one they said. He rolled his eyes and groaned as he stretched his arms into the air. She would be the death of him. She really would.

He turned around and watched as Faye went in search for a phone. He had made their lives hard. Worst was that they cared enough to do something about his problems. He had to get away from Faye. She was just going to be killed. Then again, if he left, and someone found her, he would never know if she was safe or not.

"Spike!" Faye shouted. His blood ran cold. They were dead, right? "Spike, they're okay!" She ran into the room with a big smile on her paling face. "Do you want to talk to Jet?" Faye beamed. She had been just as worried as Spike.

He took the small, portable phone into his hands as he sat on the bed. She stood and wriggled in her place, clasping her hands together. She sure could get antsy, when she was excited. He smirked. "Yo."

"Spike, what the hell is Faye talking about?" He bellowed. Spike's brown eyes widened. "She said that the ship was raided by mad space pirates, and that you were stabbed, and you barely survived.

Spike glared at Faye. "Yeah," he shook his head, "something like that." Faye's cheeks flushed. "Nice job Faye!" Spike mouthed to her in silence.

"Do you want me to tell him the truth?" She hissed.

"What's that damned fox, yipping about now?" Jet groaned. The news had just cut his life expectancy in half.

"Nothing, she stubbed her toe is all." Spike quickly covered her mouth to keep her from spewing out profane words and gestures.

Jet was quiet for a moment. "How are you doing?" Spike bit onto his lower lip.

"Well, after finding out that you married me to Faye, I'm a little hazed, but I think I'm doing great considering the circumstances."

Jet chuckled. "It's forged. Edward made the papers up. I'm guessing Faye hasn't told you that part yet."

Spike eyed his green hair vixen. "No, no she failed to tell me that part." She yawned and stretched her arms into the air before sitting behind him. Spike continued to talk to Jet. He stiffened as Faye pressed her back against his and exhaled. She took hold of his hand.

He smiled and nodded. "How's Ed doing?" He laughed. "I see, same as usual, that's good." He could feel her warmth and was at ease. He was happy. His smile widened as he heard Ein barking. "Alright, we'll call you in the morning. Yeah, see you Jet." He hung up and rolled his eyes back. "Comfortable princess?" He yawned. He kicked the close button the door to their room and wriggled his shoulders. Arching an eyebrow he pushed back as he cradled Faye's sleeping form against his frame. "You really were tired." He hit the light switch and pulled the blankets over her.

Lying on top of the hospital coverings, Spike grabbed the spare sheet from under them and used that for his cover. It was all he needed. Leaning forward he watched her breathe. In and out, her breathing was getting deep. "Spike…" She trailed off and turned over and cuddled against him for warmth.

Spike's face flushed with discomfort. He didn't want to wake her, but he didn't want her lying with him all night. What would the hospital nurse think? Spike rolled his eyes. They were married, that's right. "You better not get used to this." He snapped and forced himself to relax. His arm slinked around her waist, and his legs tangled with hers. She still smelled of chlorine and jasmine. He let his eyes close and smiled.

And You're Alone…

So, tell me what you think! Haa. I got a new Cowboy Bebop doujinshi. It's a gag on how Faye tries to avoid her past. Rather amusing.