AN: I do not own Cowboy Bebop and never will. BOOHOO. Also there is a song from Boys Night Out's new cd (Train wreck). When there are marks like -this- that means it's someone speaking whose in the room with Spike but in the song from BNO's new cd there is actual talking so it is ACTUALLY in the song. So I did not make up any of the parts that have -this- on either ends of the sentences. Sorry if that's confusing, download the song and listen to it while you're reading this chapter – it'll make a hell of a lot more sense. (Boys Night Out – Dying)

Spike looked down at Faye; her eyes were shut by now. After their encounter they had both laid down and just held each other like it was the end of the world. He smiled down at her before closing his eyes and began to let his mind drift off into the depths of his mind. And sooner or later he began to dream…

DREAM

Opening his eyes he slowly got up and walked into the bathroom where he splashed some water onto his face. Grabbing the nearest towel he wiped his face and looked up and saw someone in the mirror behind him.

Turning around he saw no one. Shaking his head he headed toward the living room, and suddenly a song began to fill the room.

Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such
grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming.

Spike felt like he had been hit with a ton of bricks, his head began to ache, his throat became raw even though he had never said a word, his eyes began to water, and legs became stiff. He felt someone breathing down his neck, their breath made his hairs stand up on his back.

Your body's been dying, while your mind has been trying
to make you picture a life where you'd kill for your lover and a song in your head.

His breathing became irregular, he felt like his lungs were going to collapse on him at anytime. Shutting his eyes he began to feel light headed, suddenly he fell and felt the comfort of his wood floor. He refused to open his eyes; he still sensed the presence of the same person in the room.

The deaths of countless others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony.
That's where you'll find me.

Spike felt something wet dripping from his nose; slowly he brought his fingers up to it and opened his eyes. Blood. He felt his ears dripping, and his mouth began to foam. The person who was in the room had began to speak…

-Something awful has happened here,
this is so much worse than I ever could have imagined
I knew it all along that this man should not have been released
God, what's happened here, he's completely torn his entire apartment apart-

Spike listened to them speak, and looked around his apartment to see that it was indeed a mess. 'What is happening?' Spike asked himself in his head; this wasn't what his apartment had looked like before. This has to be a dream, no not a dream, a nightmare. The person began to speak again and when they did, Spike began to mouth words…

-The smell is overpowering, a pungent odor,
like rotten food or I don't know, possibly something worse
But there's something else that's almost overpowering
I think its a woman's perfume-

Spike smelled the air and it did smell like perfume, a woman's perfume he knew. It smelled of violets, and it was thick. So thick that if he was to take another big breath it might knock him out. He heard the person take a deep breath, and Spike continued to mouth the same words…

-Oh no…no… I found the patient he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room
Completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale, it appears he hasn't eaten anything at all for weeks
The infection has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain
There's bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck-

Spike had just now begun to notice that this person's voice was not manly; it was feminine. Trying to turn his head to look upwards he noticed the woman had long curly blonde hair. His eyes went wide. 'No…' he thought to himself but his lips began to move again when the woman began to speak…

-There's empty bottles everywhere, of alcohol and medication
My God this smell is sickening
There's blood coming out of his mouth, nose, ears
He's not dead yet, but he's close-

Slowly the woman kneeled down next to Spike and put her hand to his forehead. Spike twitched under her touch and she pulled back. Spike tried to look at her face but it was dark out, so it was difficult.

-I failed, this is my fault
and somehow, he's smiling at me, I think he's whispering something,
No, not just whispering, I think he's singing...-

Spike looked at her and tried to speak, but anything he wanted to say didn't come out. He began to whisper words that he had been mouthing since she had walked into the room.

-Now, place your ear to my lips.
Trace these notes with your fingertips.
They dance alone on my last breath.
This is the end. This is death.-

Spike felt the words slip out of his mouth, and as the last word was said he shut his eyes and felt his body loose control. His arms, legs, hands, and feet began to shake. He felt the hands of the female wrap around his body and flip him over. Slowly she brought her face close to his.

The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist
20x
(Someone call an ambulance, because something's not right)
(The smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything)

Opening his eyes he saw bright green ones staring down into his mismatched brown ones. He felt a smile spread across his face as his body bent forward as if it was having a massive convulsion. He heard the woman shriek and grab onto his body, bringing them together. With all of his strength Spike lifted one of his arms and put it on top of the woman's body.

We were inseparable

x6

"Faye…" Spike whispered with his last breath and went limp.

END OF DREAM

Spike's eyes shot open and he jumped. Feeling something heavy on top of him, he looked down and noticed that it was Faye, sleeping soundly on his chest. She made a grunt noise and shifted a little.

Spike took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face but when he pulled the hand away he noticed there was blood on it. His eyes went wide; slowly picking Faye off his chest he set her comfortably on the bed. And ran for the bathroom.

Splashing water on his face he wiped the blood off and then washed his hands as well. After drying off his face then hands he looked in the mirror and saw a figure standing behind him. Whirling around he saw it was Faye, yawning.

"You okay?" Faye asked caringly.

"Yeah…" Spike said then remembered the dream; "Yeah, I'm fine…" he said again and looked up to see Faye giving him a weird face. Spike scratched the back of his head and smiled trying to reassure her.

"Lug head…" Faye said as she rolled her eyes and walked toward the kitchen.

Spike felt his heart beating extra fast. 'Why did that dream freak me out so bad…?' he asked himself. He went through the dream and waited to see what part made him freak out the most, the Julia resemblance part was the first thing, and then when he began to die and Faye held onto him. That's when he felt something in him tug and pull.

Dying in her arms.