Addiction

Chapter 11

By: Rachel

Rated: M

Genre: Romance/Drama

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Sorry this took so long to get posted. I've been done it for awhile, but I've been busy with summer stuff/work. Happy 4th of July everyone! Anyway, this chapter is good, and chapter 12 is on the way!

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.

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Spike's left arm had stopped shaking, and he was at ease with the warmth of another body against his frame. With a whined, yawn, Spike's eyes peeled open slowly. It was still dark out. He sat up and rubbed his face. Rolling his head back Spike let his shoulders relax and smiled. Looking back Faye curled back missing the warmth that was now missing.

A doctor had chuckled when he first saw Spike wearing nothing but a burned bathing suit. They were a pair of torn jeans cut just below the knee. The so called doctor, felt bad, and had given him a spare undershirt and scrub bottoms. Spike sighed; at least he had been left in something. He was also glad that they were too poor to afford real bathing suits. A Speedo in Tharsis would have been worse than being nude. At least a cop would have taken him in before the street guys got a hold of him if he was naked.

Climbing out of bed carefully, Spike wrapped his blanket over Faye and pressed his pillow against her back in hopes to help her fall back to sleep. "I don't want to go." She mumbled.

Spike forwarded his eyebrows and smirked. "Go where?" He sighed and brushed her hair back before he continued to stretch.

"Please," she breathed, "don't want to go." She uttered. Her eyes closed tightly and her fists balled. She rolled onto her back and her lower lip trembled.

Spike straightened and swallowed. "I won't make you go. You don't have to go Faye." He urged. He walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge and felt her forehead. She didn't have a fever, so at least he knew that wasn't causing her nightmare.

"No!" She screamed as her eyes opened. Faye let out a cry and sat forward. She grabbed onto Spike and held him tightly as she shuddered. Spike swallowed with surprise, his face flushed with shock and hesitantly patted her back. Tensing, he looked back to make sure that their room door was shut.

"That was some nightmare." Spike smiled as she pulled back and held her face in the palm of her hands. Spike couldn't see her expression. Was she crying? He pierced his lips together and wrinkled his nose a bit.

"It was so real though." She mumbled.

Spike smirked. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Faye scuffed. "I was a little younger than I am now, I was in a white dress, with white, pump sandals, and I had a purse below my seat." Faye nodded. "It was like an airplane, except we were all in space. An older man and woman were at my side. They were smiling and talking with me." Faye bit on his right thumbnail. "Then the ship shook violently, and the glass window next to me cracked. There was screaming, and then…" Faye shook her head. "I woke up."

"An airplane?" Spike laughed, "Why do you say it was an airplane? Those things are in the history books, were you reading one of my old earth books or something?" Spike paused and rolled back onto the bed. "You dreamt of a crash, because of the Bebop crashing, that's all." Spike eyed the ceiling. "Anyway, get your bearings; we're getting out of here soon."

Faye shrugged her shoulders. "I need your help Spike." Spike looked back at her, his eyes filled with confusion.

He smiled. "Help? You need help, from me? With what might I add?" He cooed his voice soothing, yet questionable.

"I don't know. When I need it, I'll tell you." Faye smiled and stared into his two-toned eyes. Spike stared back long and hard at her. He was in a daze, and his eyes were being drawn into those green pools of light. She was freedom. He could almost touch it. His arms reached behind him. She was still too far to hold onto. His eyes darkened. "Airplanes, if I saw one, I could point one out to you. Otherwise, I don't know what they look like."

Spike shook his head and smiled. "Come on my dear, it's time for us to do what we do best." He grinned. Spike watched as her pale cheeks flushed. He extended and hand and she took it willingly as he turned on the bathroom light. He pulled her in front of him. Being gentle, he pulled her against him lightly, and pulled her hair back out of her face. Leaning forward Spike rested his head on her right shoulder and sighed. "Let's disappear." He said as they stared at one another in the mirror.

She looked at him, her body was shaking. Like a nervous puppy, she was all thumbs. "Disappear, Spike?" He looked into her eyes, meeting her intense gaze. They were beaten and broken a thousand times over. He smiled meekly and nodded. "But haven't you noticed, Spike?" Faye breathed. "We've been invisible all along." Her eyes were tearing. Spike's smile grew and he rested the bridge of his nose against the back of Faye's shoulder blade and started laughing. They really were a sorry bunch. A man with a deep dark past, and a drug addiction, a woman with no past, and the strong yearn to remember it, despite her fear of the unknown. Then there was the little girl who appeared to have no family, the stray dog, and the older man left with his battle scars, and a broken heart. If you looked up sad in the dictionary, there their names would be: Spike, Faye, Jet, Edward, and Ein. End of definition.

"You know us both so well Faye." Her left hand reached up and back to rest on Spike's prickly face. He knew he needed to shave; Faye however didn't seem to mind. "Fine," he turned her around and pressed her against the bathroom door as it clicked shut. The light was flickering on and off. Faye squinted as Spike's face inched closer. "Let's make a big change. We'll make ourselves known to the world." He licked his chapped lips. "Everyone will want to be us. We'll dine in the finest restraints." Faye had lit a spark in Spike's eyes that had been missing for some time now.

Faye smiled, her eyes drifting off, imagining them both being rich. "We'll dress to the nines." She sighed in content.

"And hang with the coolest of the cool." He added arching an eyebrow at the thought. There would be gorgeous women surrounding him, while Faye stood off in the distance. Her smile lighting the dimly lit clubhouse, while she swayed to the music, laughing. He swallowed when he realized that the women surrounding him were gone and it was just Faye he was imagining.

"People will kill to be us." She swooned and tangled her fingers in his green locks as she threw her head back, pushing her back off the frame of the door as Spike's hot breath on her neck sent a chill over her body as she laughed.

He grinned and bit lightly. "Or die trying." Faye's eyes were wide. The spark had died just as quickly as it had appeared. Spike himself was even a little shocked. He pulled back and bowed his head. With his eyes starring at Faye's bare toes, hidden under the hospital gown that was two sizes too big, Spike raised his eyebrows. He was still content on watching her dance in a nightclub with woman surrounding him.

Faye rolled her knuckles inwards. "I'll go get dressed." And just like that, the fantasy had died.

Spike nodded. "You do that." He agreed. "I'll go check us out downstairs."

Faye stepped out and paused at the bed. "Spike," she paused and waited until he turned out the bathroom light and stepped out, "where will we go?"

Spike didn't answer at first. "To a place where invisible, is a dream, and we're really alive." Spike watched as her head lowered. He waited in her shadow for her to speak, but she said nothing. He held his breath in silence.

"Sounds like an amazing place." Spike exhaled and thanked the gods that he didn't believe in.

"I'll be back in a few minutes." Turning to his right he opened the door and stopped quickly to look back at Faye as she struggled to get the tie in the back of her hospital robe. "Do you need help?" He turned away quickly incase she would be offended.

Spike could feel her face scrunching together she was so flustered and frustrated. "No." She stated sharply. Her eyes lightened and she straightened. "Oh, but ask the front desk about Jet. He said he might be able to wire us some money!"

She turned as Spike walked up behind her. He was looking up and the ceiling. "Turn away so I can grab the tie. Is it just the middle one that's causing you all this fuss?" He held back a chuckle as he watched her twitch out of the corner of his eyes. She didn't answer. "Well, is it Faye?" He would have rolled his eyes, but then he would have looked down, and he wouldn't dare risk such a catastrophe.

"Yes, it's just that one." Spike nodded and reached forward. His hands rested on her hips and she squirmed, ticklish. Spike coughed and quickly moved to the tie and pulled the string. "Thank you."

Spike smiled. When were they ever nice enough to thank one another? "You're welcome." He yawned. "I'll go check out the money situation, and then check us out. You want a soda?" He asked quickly turning as she slipped the robe over her shoulders. His eyes widened and he turned away. His mind wondering what he might have seen if he had kept staring.

"We can spend our money on more valuable things than a can of soda, Spike. I'll be fine." She sighed.

Spike was surprised she let him go off on his own. For the past couple months she'd be attached to his hip as if it had always been that way, but now things seemed to be back to the way they used to be. Okay that was a lie. He thought as he reached the elevator. Closing his eyes he inhaled. He smelled of chlorine and jasmine. The doors opened and a stretcher rolled out with an old woman on it. She was holding her grandchild's hand while a doctor decked in white told her that the persuader would be short and simple. "It'll be okay grandma!" She looked like she was about the same age as Edward.

Spike bowed his head and trudged into the white elevator, and pressed the white button as the white doors slid shut. "Why did I get that close?" he moaned and shook his head. "Never again," he nodded, "she won't get to me again." He licked his teeth as a sly grin crossed his chalk colored face.

As the doors opened the nurse that had helped him greeted him with a smile. "You two have a nice nap? You looked so cozy I didn't dare wake you up." She chuckled and patted Spike on the back. "You've got your hands full with that girl, honey." Spike struggled to let of a whimpered laugh. "You better keep a close eye on her." She winked as the doors shut behind him as Spike walked out.

"I won't let her get to me." He nodded firmly. "No, she won't get to me!" He balled his fists took powerful strides as he approached the front desk. "Excuse me." Spike smiled at the plump woman who they had talked to earlier that evening.

She nodded. "The couple sleeping in the same hospital bed," she nodded. "Everyone's talking on how cute you two looked." She chuckled. "Your father-in-law wired you a couple hundred in cash too. We told him the whole thing, he seemed pretty shocked though."

Spike's face aged a thousand years, and his shoulders sank. "I see." Spike stammered. "We-" he breathed. "Can you check us out please?" He groaned.

The woman let out a boisterous laughter and slapped her hand onto her work desk. Rolling her head back, her eyes were shut tightly. "Oh, you two truly are making this old goat have a good day." She controlled herself after a moment, and looked up at Spike with a coy smile on her wrinkled face.

"We're in a hurry." Spike looked down and tapped on the top of the desk. Coughing he gripped at his left arm.

The woman's smile faded. She knew that reaction all to well. "How long boy." She mumbled.

Spike looked up hesitantly. "What?" He gritted his teeth. "Please, give us the money and check us out. We need to get out of the city." Spike smiled. "We're going to pick up my little sister and meet up with my father-in-law."

"How long have you been clean?" She typed quietly on the computer and proceeded to check them out.

Spike swallowed. "A couple months, why?" Spike clenched his jaw, why wasn't Faye hurrying up?

She shook her head. "I'm proud." She handed him a money card and a slip of paper. "You lasted longer than my son did." Spike straightened as the cheerful woman, saddened. "Keep it up now, you hear me?" She narrowed her eyes. "For that wife of yours, you hear me?"

Spike smiled. "Yeah, I hear you." He took the card and piece of paper and nodded. "Thanks lady." He turned and watched as the elevator doors opened and Faye walked out. Fidgeting she stepped out, and looked around for a moment, like a lost puppy she had a frightened look on her face. It faded as she looked in front of her and noticed Spike.

She hurriedly jogged forward. "Here, one of the ladies gave you socks, and a pair of work clogs!" She waved the black shoes in the air and the white socks. Exhaling Spike shut his eyes and nodded as he wriggled his bandaged and burned feet. Everything was sunburned, and his hands thankfully didn't blister too badly, the heat had been so intense the outer flesh had cooked. As the doctor had so kindly told Spike before handing him a tube of Neosporin.

"Thanks," he handed Faye the card and paper and leaned against the back of the front desk as he pulled on the new socks and shoes.

"Do we have enough to get out?" Faye smiled as she unfolded the paper, which she figured read the amount.

"If we take a cab," Spike looked up, "we should be able to hit city limits, from there, we'll improvise…" Spike trailed off.

Faye's hands were shaking as she held onto the paper. She read it again and then licked her lips. "Baby, can I have a hug before we go?"

Spike blinked. Something wasn't right. She was tense, her eyes were wide, pupils dilated with fright. Spike grinned. "I can do more than that Faye." He pushed her against a wall a pressed her face into the crook of her neck. "What does it say?" He whispered.

Faye laughed. "Spike, we're in a hospital!" Spike smiled. "Let's go back to our room for that." She tugged him quickly and as they passed through the waiting room, and into the hall, she made a sharp left and darted down the hall. "Spike, catch me if you can!"

Spike balled his fists and ran after her. She weaved in and out of people and practically leaped over a stretcher as a nurse pushed it from a room and into the hall. "Faye, wait up!" He was no longer laughing. Screw faking it. She wouldn't be running that fast if everything was okay. Her legs were moving so fast she looked like she was floating in the air. Her hair wiped back as she darted back and forth towards the bathroom, running her fastest.

Faye ran to the end of the hall and into the women's bathroom. "Come and get me!" The door shut loudly and Spike's breath caught. Don't disappear. His cooked hands were aching as he dug his nails into the burnt flesh.

"Faye, don't go!" Spike screamed out and pushed his hands past the door. The floor was wet. Spike slid forward and Faye was standing there, her eyes wide, and her arms open to hold onto him.

"I'm here." Faye breathed into the nape of his neck as Spike gulped for air. "But, so are they."

Spike's grip on Faye tightened. The caution sign had been snapped in two by the force of the bathroom door slamming into it when Spike had rushed inside. "Never leave my sight again." Spike rested the top of his head against the front of Faye's neck as he took hold of the paper the woman had given him.

Don't look around Spike; the men chasing the both of you are here. I told them that you weren't leaving until morning. If Faye comes down, act like you're going back to your room like all is normal. Take the first hallway on your left, go down to the end and the women's bathroom has a broken window that should open for the both of you to escape. I called a cab and it'll take Faye to a place where she'll be safe for the rest of the night. You on the other hand will have to go get her tomorrow afternoon at twelve sharp. You'll stay at the hotel across the way. All was paid for, courtesy of the hospital. Take care of that girl Spike. She loves you.

- Your Fairy Godmother and Company.

Faye pulled back and looked into Spike's eyes. "Shall we go?" She smiled. "Let's make ourselves known to the world Spike. I don't want to be invisible anymore."

His eyes darkened. Spike took her hand and looked around. The room was small, a two stalled bathroom with a trashcan below the window, and two sinks to the right of them. In silence he climbed onto the trashcan and looked out the window. "I don't like the idea of you staying someone else, that's all."

Faye smirked. "Afraid I'd run off without you?" Spike straightened and looked back at her with a dull expression. She pushed him back and climbed up next to him. "Well, are you?"

Spike shook his head. "I trust you." He muttered quietly. Faye turned and looked Spike over suddenly.

She bit her bottom lip. "I see," smiled weakly.

Spike groaned as he pushed the window out. "Are you going first, or am I?" If she only knew how the idea of her being away from him was worrying him so. The sheer thought that something could happen to her was driving him mad.

Spike watched as she carefully climbed out and jumped down with care. She smiled back up at him, arching her eyebrows up at him. "Well, are you going to sit there are day and wait until they find you, or are you going to jump down?"

Spike blinked and nodded. "I'm coming." He mumbled and joined her on the ground.

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