Author's Notes: I do not own CB, nope. Not at all...
Spike leaned back against the couch and his head fell backwards, placing an arm over his forehead he felt his headache getting worse and worse.
"Too much for one night..." Spike mumbled.
Faye turned her head and looked at him, "Spike...please, tell me what you were dreaming. Why were you sweating so much? You looked so tense and when I woke up I felt like something had happened, something bad." Faye said as she inched closer to him.
"Do you really want to know Faye?" Spike asked as he lifted his arm off his forehead and turned his head side ways facing Faye.
Faye only nodded and bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
Spike didn't know why he was making such a big deal out of this. It was only a dream, a silly little dream. He has had many dreams, dreams that were worse then this one. But this one really made him...uneasy, something about it wasn't right.
Spike slowly sat up and bent over forward so his head was hanging, "It started off as the scene when Julia had gotten killed. It showed her in slow motion, her long silky blonde hair falling and her eyes wide and frightened,"
Faye gasped a little but Spike took no notice and continued on, "and then the scene began to go faster and her body fell to ground and a gunshot went off. I ran over to her an I lifted her into my lap," Spike stopped and turn his head so now he was looking Faye directly into her eyes which were round and wide full of fear of what was to happen next.
"Then her hair began to change, it got shorter and it changed colors. Went from blonde to...violet," Spike reached a hand up and played with strands of Faye's hair, "then her eye color changed from blue to emerald green..." Spike stopped there and dropped his hand from Faye's hair.
"Spike..." Faye whispered and placed her hand on top of his, "please continue..."
"Then you whispered, 'It was all just a dream' and then you..." Spike turned his head away from hers and whispered, "died..." he refused to face her. He felt Faye's hand on top of his tighten its hold Spike only sighed.
He then felt Faye's hand leave his and listened as her door shut. Looking up he saw her nowhere in sight, feeling like crap even before this whole ordeal he felt even worse now. His headache had not gotten any better and now his whole body felt like it was going to fall apart any minute now.
Finally finding the motivation Spike got up and walked into his room retrieving some more aspirin, walking into the bathroom he got some water and took the pills and guzzled the little water.
Heading back to his room he walked over to his dresser and picked up the picture of Julia, Vicious and himself. Feeling anger build up in him he tore the picture in half and threw it onto the ground. Sitting down on his bed he sighed heavily and decided he needed to go to bed, if he could actually fall asleep that is.
Lying down, he rolled onto his side and after a few minutes passed he finally fell into a restless sleep.
Faye tossed and turned in her sleep, she wasn't even really asleep. She was half conscious and half asleep; her mind would not shut off. It kept replaying the dreadful scene over and over again, and the gunshot kept getting louder and louder.
She thought she was going to go insane before the night was actually over. Sighing, she sat up in her bed and leaned against the bed board. Hitting her head on the back of the board a few times out of frustration it began to actually hurt. Deciding it wasn't the best to sit there and kill her brain cells she got up and out of the bed and walked over to her small window.
She placed one of her small hands on the cold glass and traced it over the stars that were above her. Her eyes drifted along all of the stars and then finally stopping on probably the brightest star out there, it was not the biggest one by far but to her it seemed the brightest.
"That'll be my star," she whispered into the night as her hand went over the glass and stopped over 'her star'. She wished she could just pluck it out of the sky and wear it around her neck, and show off its beauty.
Shaking her head, she got up from the window and walked out of her room. 'It began as such a wonderful night and now it's ending up as a nightmare,' she thought to herself as she wandered into the kitchen.
"That glass of water sounds good right about now," she said aloud to herself as she got a cup from one of the cupboards, turning on the water she got her water and walked back into the living area, stopping there for a moment she decided she needed to get out.
Walking out into the fresh air was a relief to her. The light breeze in her face twirling her hair around and the smell of the water made her senses tingle. Getting off the ship she walked toward the edge of the dock and sat down so she could dangle her feet off the edge of it.
She swirled her feet around in the cold water but it didn't seem to bother her. She was sort of taking in the peaceful moment. Taking a sip of her water she looked up at the sky and skimmed around to find 'her star'.
When she found it she reached her hand up as if she was to grab it, closing her hand around it she brought it down and then reopened it in front of her. Nothing.
Spike leaned back against the couch and his head fell backwards, placing an arm over his forehead he felt his headache getting worse and worse.
"Too much for one night..." Spike mumbled.
Faye turned her head and looked at him, "Spike...please, tell me what you were dreaming. Why were you sweating so much? You looked so tense and when I woke up I felt like something had happened, something bad." Faye said as she inched closer to him.
"Do you really want to know Faye?" Spike asked as he lifted his arm off his forehead and turned his head side ways facing Faye.
Faye only nodded and bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
Spike didn't know why he was making such a big deal out of this. It was only a dream, a silly little dream. He has had many dreams, dreams that were worse then this one. But this one really made him...uneasy, something about it wasn't right.
Spike slowly sat up and bent over forward so his head was hanging, "It started off as the scene when Julia had gotten killed. It showed her in slow motion, her long silky blonde hair falling and her eyes wide and frightened,"
Faye gasped a little but Spike took no notice and continued on, "and then the scene began to go faster and her body fell to ground and a gunshot went off. I ran over to her an I lifted her into my lap," Spike stopped and turn his head so now he was looking Faye directly into her eyes which were round and wide full of fear of what was to happen next.
"Then her hair began to change, it got shorter and it changed colors. Went from blonde to...violet," Spike reached a hand up and played with strands of Faye's hair, "then her eye color changed from blue to emerald green..." Spike stopped there and dropped his hand from Faye's hair.
"Spike..." Faye whispered and placed her hand on top of his, "please continue..."
"Then you whispered, 'It was all just a dream' and then you..." Spike turned his head away from hers and whispered, "died..." he refused to face her. He felt Faye's hand on top of his tighten its hold Spike only sighed.
He then felt Faye's hand leave his and listened as her door shut. Looking up he saw her nowhere in sight, feeling like crap even before this whole ordeal he felt even worse now. His headache had not gotten any better and now his whole body felt like it was going to fall apart any minute now.
Finally finding the motivation Spike got up and walked into his room retrieving some more aspirin, walking into the bathroom he got some water and took the pills and guzzled the little water.
Heading back to his room he walked over to his dresser and picked up the picture of Julia, Vicious and himself. Feeling anger build up in him he tore the picture in half and threw it onto the ground. Sitting down on his bed he sighed heavily and decided he needed to go to bed, if he could actually fall asleep that is.
Lying down, he rolled onto his side and after a few minutes passed he finally fell into a restless sleep.
Faye tossed and turned in her sleep, she wasn't even really asleep. She was half conscious and half asleep; her mind would not shut off. It kept replaying the dreadful scene over and over again, and the gunshot kept getting louder and louder.
She thought she was going to go insane before the night was actually over. Sighing, she sat up in her bed and leaned against the bed board. Hitting her head on the back of the board a few times out of frustration it began to actually hurt. Deciding it wasn't the best to sit there and kill her brain cells she got up and out of the bed and walked over to her small window.
She placed one of her small hands on the cold glass and traced it over the stars that were above her. Her eyes drifted along all of the stars and then finally stopping on probably the brightest star out there, it was not the biggest one by far but to her it seemed the brightest.
"That'll be my star," she whispered into the night as her hand went over the glass and stopped over 'her star'. She wished she could just pluck it out of the sky and wear it around her neck, and show off its beauty.
Shaking her head, she got up from the window and walked out of her room. 'It began as such a wonderful night and now it's ending up as a nightmare,' she thought to herself as she wandered into the kitchen.
"That glass of water sounds good right about now," she said aloud to herself as she got a cup from one of the cupboards, turning on the water she got her water and walked back into the living area, stopping there for a moment she decided she needed to get out.
Walking out into the fresh air was a relief to her. The light breeze in her face twirling her hair around and the smell of the water made her senses tingle. Getting off the ship she walked toward the edge of the dock and sat down so she could dangle her feet off the edge of it.
She swirled her feet around in the cold water but it didn't seem to bother her. She was sort of taking in the peaceful moment. Taking a sip of her water she looked up at the sky and skimmed around to find 'her star'.
When she found it she reached her hand up as if she was to grab it, closing her hand around it she brought it down and then reopened it in front of her. Nothing.