Author's Notes: I do not own CB!
Spike and Faye didn't really speak to one another, during breakfast Faye asked Spike to pass the syrup and her finger slightly touched his and they both froze. Jets eyes glanced back and forth between Faye and Spike, neither one of them moving. Jet suddenly took the syrup for himself and poured it on his burnt pancakes.
Spike shook his head and got up from his seat and headed out the kitchen door.
"Where are you going?" Jet asked not looking up at him.
Spike turned his head around and replied, "Out for awhile," and he walked out. Faye watched him leave and then Jet turned to her and asked slowly, "What happened, that I don't know of?"
Faye dropped her fork and hung her head low, "I don't know..." Jet kept a steady eye on her.
"Well I think I deserve to know since this is my ship and all" Jet said as he got up and started cleaning the dishes. Faye sighed and began the story, "Well it all happened this morning..."
Jet listened to every word Faye had said and by the time she was done explaining he was pretty stunned. It was odd of Spike to show such an emotion, and towards Faye at that. He always knew that there was some sort of connection between the two, but he didn't expect either one of them to act on it. 'Bah...' he shook his head slightly, 'hell he could've been delusional and thought it was Julia. But Spike's not that cruel...or I think he's not.'
Jet turned around to say something to Faye but noticed that she had gotten up and left the kitchen as well. "Jeez, no need to say thanks or just help me with these retched dishes..." Jet said to himself as he dried a plate.
Faye walked into her room and walked over her small radio and turned it on. She needed some sort of comfort right now, the hard beats floated through the air as the sounds of a male voice blasted through the radio's speakers...
Half smoked cigarettes
And you're the trash
That infests my sheets
Can't make a wife out of a whore
Faye picked up her photo album and threw it against her wall and began thrashing everything that was breakable in her room. She hated this, why is her life so complicated. She lost her whole family, her old life, her expectations and now she believed she was loosing Spike.
Don't want your skin on me
And you're
You're addicted to the drug of lust
A de-tox in the cold sweat of shame
What was she talking about? She never even had Spike, maybe for a split second when she had laid with him this morning but that was it. She picked up her lamp that was placed neatly on her desk and tossed it at the wall across from her.
And I love your pain
Spike had never really left the Bebop he was sitting on the deck staring down at the water below him. This morning was torture to him, but he was the cause of it, Faye had been willing to get off him but he pulled her back on top of him.
I gave you these roses now
But I left in the thorns
I'd rather hurt someone
Than hurt myself
How could he have been so stupid? He cursed to himself and then heard a loud crash coming from the Bebop. He shook his head and thought 'Jet probably dropped a plate...' and continued on with mentally abusing himself. But then he heard another crash and then another. He got up slowly and walked back into the Bebop.
I'll dispose of you
Like a lighter out of fuel
I'll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf
Faye sat on the floor as frustrated tears streamed down her face, making her mascara run. Her room was torn up, glass everywhere, her mattress was flipped over and pictures were scattered everywhere in the room. In her hands she held the picture of Jet and Spike laughing, not really focusing on Jet she stared at Spike. He looked as if he was actually happy...
So this loves been worn down
Like songs on a tape
The sex has lost all of its fun
Like gum loses taste
Spike stood in front of Faye's room, he wondered if he should really open the door and see what was in front of him. Slowly he extended his hand to the doorknob and opened the door.
And you're
You're addicted to the drug of lust
A de-tox in the cold sweat of shame
And I love your pain
Faye looked up as she heard the sound of her door opening; she scrambled up and shoved the picture somewhere under the mess on her shelf. And awaited for whoever was walking into her room...
I gave you these roses now
But I left in the thorns
I'd rather hurt someone
Than hurt myself
Spike stood in the doorway. His shadow casted over the dark room, Faye's mind thought for a second that he looked like a dark angel of some sort or a hero in a fairytale coming to rescue his princess. Spike looked over the mess to find Faye and when he did he was surprised to see dark lines running down her cheeks. 'She had been crying...' his mind thought, 'because of me...'
I'll dispose of you
Like a lighter out of fuel
I'll lose you somewhere on the shelf
He began walking toward her but stopped at her cluttered shelf and began shuffling through things and found a picture, picture of him and Jet laughing. He looked over to Faye and asked, "When was this picture taken?"
Faye tried to find her voice but nothing came out so she turned away from him.
I'm here back in your bed babe
Remember what you said to me
"You can be my James Dean
I'll be your sweet queen"
Spike slowly placed the picture back where he had found it and slowly tried to not step on any of the glass that was all over her floor. He looked down and saw that she was not wearing any shoes, or socks for that matter of a fact. He bunched his eyebrows together getting frustrated that she wouldn't even think of her own safety.
I said that you were my first
But you weren't even close now
Like a frame in a movie
Your just one
Of many
Faye stood there with her back to him. She wanted him to leave; he had no right to be in her room right now. She shifted a little and stepped on a piece of broken glass and yelp out in pain. 'Jesus Christ!' her mind screamed as she tried picking out the glass as she suddenly lost balance.
Can you grant me one last wish?
Play Russian Roulette as we kiss
I'll be your cheap novelty
Blow your brains out on me
Spike watched in slow motion as Faye began to fall, he stretched out his arms and just barely caught her. "You know you should be more careful." He stated sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah I know..." Faye said as she looked up at him. His different colored brown eyes stared back down into her green ones. Slowly she began to stand but stood on another piece of glass and she yelped in pain once again.
I gave you these roses now
But I left in the thorns
I'd rather hurt someone
Than hurt myself
Spike shook his head and he slowly picked Faye up and threw her over his shoulder.
"Ah! You lunkhead! Put me down this instant!" Faye kicked and screamed as he began taking her out of the room. "You could at least hold me properly then!" she said. Spike slowly turned her around so that now he was holding her like a baby. Faye's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She didn't think he'd actually listen to her.
I'll dispose of you
Like a lighter out of fuel
I'll lose you somewhere on the shelf
Spike looked down at her and saw that her cheeks were flushed; so then his turned slightly pink as well. He continued to walk out of room, crunching noises were made as Spike walked over the glass and the music slowly faded away as well as the song ended.
Since they were now a good distance away from the room Spike set Faye down on the yellow couch and made her prop her foot on his lap. "What are you going to do?" Faye asked a cautiously.
"Taking out the pieces of glass you so stupidly stepped on." Spike answered as he began taking out the pieces.
"Ow ow ow ow!" Faye said as he plucked each piece out. "That hurts you know?" Faye asked in pain.
"Now you know how I feel every time you have to change my bandages and such," he chuckled. Slowly he traced a finger down her foot and she giggled a bit, "Yeah and that tickles!" Faye said as she continued to giggle. Spike took his hand and began to tickle her feet and Faye began to laugh loudly as she squirmed.
"Hahaha! Spike! Spike, s-s-stop it!" she yelled as she giggled. Spiked looked up at her and gave a small genuine smile. Faye's laughter stopped when she saw that smile, it was so real. She had never seen him smile, well at least one like that. Spike quickly retracted his hands away from her feet and his smile disappeared. 'What the hell came over me?' he asked himself.
'Nothing, you just actually felt happy for once,' the voice answered.
'Yeah whatever, what do you know anyway?' he asked himself again.
'A lot, I am a part of you Spike,' the voice said as it faded away. Faye watched Spike, as he seemed to be thinking. Faye slowly crawled over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Faye asked curiously. Spike was pulled from his thoughts as he turned and saw Faye's eyes staring up at him. He was shocked; not because she was asking but because when he looked into her eyes he saw an emotion he hasn't seen in awhile, caring.
He got up and began to walk away, "Yeah, I'm fine just tired I guess. And stay off your feet for awhile okay?" and with that he was gone again.