A/N: So, I decided to stop being lazy, and I've gone ahead and posted the second to last chapter. In this one, I'm doing my own interpretation of why Spike showed up, bloody and beaten, on Julia's doorstep on night. Is this accurate? I dunno, probably not. But hey, it does work for my story. It's kinda short and it definitely is a prelude to a heartbreak. So, read and enjoy!
Cause life carries on…
And who knows how far the night would have gone? Too bad the two were carjacked. And this is why necking in the backseat in the bad part of the city can get you killed.
Like idiots, neither Julia nor Spike were armed, so they had to rely on their hand-to-hand skills. Too bad the jackers preferred guns. Spike told Julia to run while he fended them off. There were only three of them. Spike could handle himself.
Julia, fearful and shaking, quickly kissed Spike as she dodged into an alley, unnoticed by the thugs. Spike readied himself and fought them off, but these guys were crafty. And lucky. Mostly lucky.
By the end of it all, the three jackers were dead, but Spike wasn't doing too much better. He had been shot twice: once in the leg and once in the chest. He was in bad shape, indeed. Heaving a sigh and pulling himself up, Spike stumbled down the street. He must have walked for hours, so it seemed to him. He finally made it to his destination: Julia's apartment. He rapped on the door and waited for it to open.
It goes on…
He woke up to humming. Such beautiful humming.
"Just like that…sing for me," Spike rasped.
Julia smiled at him.
"Welcome back, Spike. You had me worried for a minute."
"So, how long was I out?"
"A little over two days."
"Great," Spike drawled, not at all excited.
"So," Julia whispered as she kissed Spike tenderly. "How about we finish what we started?"
"Hey, I'm an injured man, here," Spike said, eyes wide and heart racing.
"I'll be gentle," she hushed seductively.
It goes on…
"So, what in the hell happened to you?" Vicious questioned Spike as he ambled home a week later.
"Eh…thugs wanted the car. Couldn't let 'em take it without a fight, now could I?"
"What hospital where you in?"
"Um…one on the other side of town."
"Why?"
"Why what? I guess that's the one they wanted to take me to."
Vicious eyed Spike, knowing full well he was lying. When he heard what happened, he had every hospital in the city checked for Spike and Julia. He had no idea what had happened. And he didn't know wherethe two hadgone. But he did know that they weren't in the hospital. Or her apartment. But Vicious didn't want to push it at the moment.
"So," Spike said, seeing his friend in thought, "What did the wrinkle squad want?"
"Hm? Oh…they just felt the need to inform me that a snake cannot eat a dragon."
"Gee, cryptic much?"
"Just what I said. You want some tea?" Vicious asked as he headed to the kitchen.
"Nah, just get me a beer, and I'll be fine."
Life carries on.
It had been another three weeks and Spike was almost fully healed. He always healed quickly, so it was no surprise. Things with Vicious, however, weren't so good. Spike knew that he knew something. But to what extent? He sure wasn't going to bring it up because that would be signing his own death warrant.
Spike also hadn't seen Julia around, either. She was back at her apartment, now, Spike figured. When he turned up on her doorstep after the attempted jacking, they had went to another town and held up in a hotel, knowing Vicious would be searching every hospital around.
It had been a week, indeed for the him and Julia. But as Spike thought back on it, he felt pretty bad about what he was doing to Vicious. This was his girl, after all. But she came to him, so it wasn't entirely Spike's fault. And hey, she had even said she loved him. What do you know? As long as Vicious didn't find out, everything would be fine. And at the rate he and Julia were going, the two would be broken up in no time.
Life always had some crazy way of carrying on, leaving people behind, sweeping people away and acting as if nothing had ever happened.
"Well, I'm heading out, V. I've got some things to do. I'll be back later," Spike called as he headed out the door.
"Sure…knock yourself out." Vicious bitterly whispered.
He wasn't an idiot. A fool for love, but no idiot. He told Spike to be careful, but it just didn't get through his thick head.
A/N: So, there ya go. And yeah, very short. But I figured I'd let you wait for the finale. I really hope you're all likin' it so far. So please, review kindly so I can stop being lazy and get this last chapter out for you lickity split! Thanks for sticking with me!