Author's Notes: I do not own CB. This chapter is actually longer then some of the other ones.
Spike walked out of Faye's room and into his own. Shutting his own door he walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. His mind was racing with thoughts, and his heart was beating so fast he wouldn't be surprised if it jumped out of his chest. Falling backwards on his bed he stared up at the ceiling.
'How are you holding up?' the voice asked.
Spike ignored it for a few minutes, '...fine.' he replied slowly. Why did he always talk to himself, or think to himself whatever.
'You seem a little jumpy if I may say so myself,' the voice said sarcastically.
Again Spike ignored it and continued to stare at the ceiling spacing out.
'Hello? Hey lunkhead!' the voice screamed. Spike jerked his head up and then put a hand over his forehead.
'I'm getting a headache,' Spike thought to himself.
'Yeah, you're telling me...' the voice said. Spike got up from where he was laying and walked over to his dresser and grabbed a bottle of aspirins and took two out of the bottle, he then exited his room and walked into the bathroom.
He turned the faucet and poured some water in his hand, and took the pills then drank the water. Turning the faucet off he looked up into the mirror at himself; he seemed to look different. He inched closer to the mirror until he could notice the difference in the color of his eyes; it obviously wasn't his appearance that was different.
'You feel different,' the voice spoke out of nowhere. Spike ran a hand threw his messy green hair and sighed. The voice was right he did feel different. A lot different, he felt like he was floating on a cloud, he never wanted to get down from that cloud either.
'Do you feel different because of Faye?' the voice asked him. Spike only nodded and leaned against the wall that was behind him.
'Is it a good different or a bad different?' the voice asked, it was like playing 21 questions with him. Spike stood there for a moment with his hands in his pockets.
'A weird different...' he thought to himself. He didn't hear the voice anywhere; he expected that it probably went away again like it always does whenever he needs it to help explain things since he obviously couldn't do it by himself.
'This is sad, me relying on a voice that is inside of my head.' Spike thought again to himself.
'I'm not in your head that's for one thing. Your mind is clouded with too many things that I don't even want to try to mess with. Too many things that have been untouched since you had joined the syndicate, too many things that are unfinished up there since you lost Julia,' the voice said to Spike.
'Then where the hell are you coming from?' Spike asked getting angered by this goddamn voice. But the voice never answered, again.
'Damnit, whatever.' He thought to himself and decided this chat was now over. He wandered from the bathroom into the living area and laid down on the couch. Now he was curious to know where that voice had been coming from since it was not in his head.
Shutting his eyes he tried to let sleep take over him but sleep could not come quick enough to protect him from his thoughts. Slowly his mind began to think of the incidents of Julia dying, why was he thinking about her?
In slow motion it showed her long silky blonde hair falling, falling into the depths of death. It showed her eyes, how they were wide and open full of fear and maybe some sadness was hinted. Then the slow motion stopped and her body fell to the ground and a gunshot went off.
It showed Spike running over towards her and picking her up and placing her in his lap, but then suddenly the long blonde hair changed into short violet hair, and her eyes changed into green emerald ones. "It was all just a dream..." Faye said as her eyes shut and her body fell limp.
Spike's eyes shot open and he sat up. He was drenched in sweat; he placed a hand over his forehead. He still had that god damn headache. The constant pounding in his head was making it worse, and the pain every time a pound was made. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to make the headache go away somehow. No luck.
Faye's eyes shot open she was awoken so suddenly. She felt like something was wrong, her heart was aching and her stomach was churning. She shut her eyes and tried to make the feeling go away, but with no avail she got out of bed to go get some water. 'Maybe that'll help...' she thought to herself as she began to open her door.
When she did she was surprised to see a very uneasy, sweaty, awake Spike sitting up on the couch.
"Spike..." Faye barely whispered. But Spike didn't hear her; he probably didn't even hear her open her door either. Faye went into the bathroom and poured some water into a small paper cup and walked over towards Spike.
"Hey..." Faye said to Spike. Spike looked up quickly and saw that it was Faye and she was holding a small cup out towards him.
"Thanks," was all Spike could say as he took the cup and guzzled it down quickly. He sat the cup down onto the table next to him and wiped some sweat off his forehead with his shirt. Faye got a glance of Spike's stomach; she felt her cheeks get hot so she looked the other way as if she was looking for something.
Spike watched as Faye's cheeks turned pink and how she was so obvious as to trying to look other ways to avoid him, a small smile formed on his lips.
"What are you doing up?" Spike asked as he began to get up from the couch.
"I don't know, I like just woke up out of no where and my stomach hurt," she left out the part of her heart aching because he'd probably think she was crazy, "so I thought I'd get some water and I walk out here to find you drenched in sweat and looking like you've seen a ghost of some sort." Faye finished saying as she sat down on the couch and turned the television on.
"Oh I see..." Spike said as he began to walk into his room to change into his pajamas. Usually he'd shut his door but he didn't this time, in fact he changed right in front of his door.
Faye's eyes would occasionally drift to Spike's doorway as he changed from his pants into some shorts and then he lifted his shirt off. Faye's eyes went wide and she quickly focused her attention on the television but her eyes began to drift to the doorway, which was now occupied by Spike's body leaning in the doorframe.
Faye suddenly got shivers, but she wasn't cold at all. Spike walked over towards her and sat down on the couch next to her. Faye got the shivers again, 'What the hell is happening...' she thought to herself.
Spike noticed Faye's shivering, he placed a hand on her shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"
Faye got them again, "Spike...what were you dreaming about?" Faye asked as she folded her hands in her lap.