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Tears of the Angels

…and well, the floor dropped beneath us. A beam engulfed in the flames fell with us, burning you, but I pushed it away before it could do too much damage. I got us out of the apartment and made my way downstairs to the front door and that's how everything happened.

Faye stared across the dark lounging room, staring at the magical bright orange burn into the darkness. Guide me oh nicotine! Guide me! It was almost too dark to see, and she was really far too tired to force her eyes beyond their limit. Deciding it best to just believe that it was actually him and what he was saying was true, she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. When she laid on her back she could feel a source of cool breeze dancing across her bruised face. She felt welts over her that burned from the pressure of her body. Well Jet did say she had one degree burns, lets just be happy they'll heal she told herself. She knew she had been stripped of her clothes and that all she had been left with were her panties, bra and the softest towel Jet could find, made of the toughest Brillo on the ship.

They had been sitting in silence for a long time. Faye couldn't find words to say to Spike and Spike couldn't find enough words to remove the sweet nicotine from his mouth. They didn't have any of his favorite brands in hell. Only Cuban cigars and Newports. Heh, maybe that's why it was the worst place to be. He heard her stir, and watched the outline of her figure lay on her back. He thought it best to warn her now.

Be warned Faye, the burns on your body will be agonizing. It's best to move as little as possible and sleep as much as possible.

You mean follow your daily routine?

No, just your sex routine.

Go to hell Spiegel.

Way ahead of you, Romani.

Spike took another drag of his cigarette and set aflame a bright orange glow that settled after his fingers parted from the ciggie. Faye let out a sigh and rolled over to face the couch. Just as Spike warned her, her skin was set aflame and she let out a painful yelp, returning to the position she had been in.

Didn't I tell you?

Well, you can't always trust the word of a dead man.

And you can't know everything either.

Well, I know enough.

Oh yeah? Like what?

That you're not real, and this is just a dream. I'll wake up and see Jet siting across from me with some explanation as to why I'm, all red and bruised.

Hm. Is that so?

Well, I have no reason to think otherwise. You're dead, you can't come back Spike.

You did.

But I lost everything in the process.

And I haven't?

You lost nothing Spike.

I lost enough.

With his last comment angry grew quickly inside Faye and she more than anything wanted to fight him in that moment. Loss! What the hell did he know about loss? Nothing damn it nothing!

How would you know anything about loss? You haven't lost a damn thing Spike. Not a damn thing! I lost my home, my family, my friends, my memory! I lost my happiness, and everything I used to know! And when it came back it was of no use to me! Where I had belonged was gone. When I came here I didn't think that I could rebuild that but I did damn it. I had people that I lived with that would risk their lives for me and vice versa. And then you and Ed just took off like it didn't even matter! Like-

It's always about you huh Faye? What about what I went after, and what I loss.

How can you lose something that didn't belong to you!

Excuse me?

You heard right Spike. How can you go after and lose something that didn't belong to you. She belonged to the Syndicate, not you, and you knew it! She didn't even keep in touch with you when she disappeared! She…she didn't care about you.

She left because she had to kill me Faye, she didn't want to hurt me damn it!

Then why didn't she leave with you huh? You asked her to run with you, and you could have ran and been on the run toge-

Faye, your delirious, I'm going to my room to lay down.

I'm not delirious and you know it Spike. I asked you to stay here, and help me to make a home for myself. But you were so caught up in a woman that didn't want you that you didn't even care about who you were hurting. Don't expect me to be here when you wake up. The same way you turned your back on me… I'll turn my back on you.

Watch out cancer, you've got competition. Wouldn't want your back on me now would we? You're tired all right? Just get some rest Faye all right.

Spike stood and exited the room, his tall body as careless and lanky as ever. His head told him that nothing would happen and honestly he could care less what Faye said to him… Julia loved him, and she'd never do anything to hurt him. Except that one incident. Yeah… heh about that. Well, whatever. Nothing Faye could say would make that a lie. And no matter how much she wanted to, she could never leave him behind. Never. Or so… he thought.

Faye had managed to doze off after her confrontation and woke up not more than 10 hours later. The room was dark and desolate. Reminded her a lot of Spike. Oh, and his phone book too. Shaking her head she sat up and suddenly had the urge to get up and see Jet. She threw back the tiny towel shielding her body and swung her leg over the edge. The black lacey bra dug angrily into her skin and the black bikini panties mercilessly pinched into her flesh. Victoria's secret is out… its all polyester. A whimper echoed into the lounging area and she bite her lip painfully. Spike really wasn't playing about her burns. She felt as if her body was in Gehanna and that she would burn to a crisp any second. She needed to speak to Jet right NOW. She wrapped the rough towel across her body and stood up slowly wincing with each movement.

Slowly she made her to Jet's bonsai room with the grace and elegance of Frankenstein himself. Her breath left her mouth in sharp gasps and her head spun around with the room. Slipping to her hands and knees, she sat against the wall, sweat pouring down her face and her body trembling. Jet… get… to…Jet! Her body screamed for her to hurry, and she began to crawl biting the cries that were being brought to life in her throat. The cold metal floor soothed her skin slightly, but the dirt and clumps of things dug into it tearing apart her knees easily. She whimpered and crawled, crawled and whimpered until she made it to the door. Her skin and her head pounded and her body felt light headed and dizzy. She began to sway and she slumped loudly against the door. Closing her eyes she fell into unconsciousness, just as Jet opened the door.

Faye…Faye are you alright? Answer me!

Moving quickly he knelt by her side and checked her pulse on her neck. It was rapid… much higher than it should have been. Her body was sweating profusely and her skin was hot. At least... he'll say 104 degrees. He needed to cool her down, right now. He pulled her into his arms, and her body hung lazily over his cybernetic one. Well at least she managed to stay in his arms, unlike last time when she fell out… or did he drop her? He really couldn't remember. Anyway, he needed to get her to a cool place and fast. Walking as quickly as he could, he opened the hatch and brought her out to the deck of the ship, and into the low pressure and cold air of the Earth atmosphere. He always hated the earth air. It was never stable enough for him. Always raining or snowing, bah humbug! For the first time ever though, it was cool, and calm, no mass of wetness here.

He set Faye down on the ground and screamed for Edward who came bouncing and cartwheeling onto the cool deck. Giving her the orders to bring the medical kit and some wet and dry towels he waved Ed off into the Bebop. Faye, who was unconscious for a few moments, suddenly opened her eyes and gazed at the stars behind Jets figure. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, and she became engrossed in the massed of heat and energy. As Jet ones again lifted her bruised red wrist and checked her pulse, she spoke groggily.

Jet…he is lost.

Jet merely grunted and continued checking her vital signs.

Hmp. A man without a cause for living always will be.

Faye stared up at the sky, one twinkling and seeming to call to her. It was so beautiful. So bright, and vibrant. The heavens themselves. It had been a long time since she looked up at the sky like she used to when she lived with her family... on Earth. Since then, she had always taken advantage of it. Looked at it as if it were nothing in her everyday life.

The stars… they are beautiful… to...night.

Maybe you should save your breath, Faye. Talking won't help you conserve your energy.

No tears tonight.

Huh?

The angels…they… are not… crying…tonight. I know… it will be soon.

Huh? Faye… save your energy alright? You're overheated, you need to calm down and breathe. Let the cool air soothe you.

… soon.

With that Faye drifted into a blissful sleep, and Jet worked tirelessly to cool her inflamed body down. After about ten cold water towels, and five breezes from earth her temperature was down to 99.9765249…give of take 5 tens thousandth. Heh… never thought he'd use that math again. Well, it was lower than it was before, and if he left her out here she would more than likely catch hypothermia. Or just the common cold, which ever sounded deadlier. Lifting her into his arms, he turned and carried her inside the Bebop.

Jet made his way with the sleeping form into her room and placed her down gently on her bed. Ed had already been asleep and snuggled up to Faye who sucked in her breath with each outrageous and wild movement from the girl. Jet left the cover's off Faye hoping to ward off more pain from her burns. Going to the window he opened wide, and made sure that some of this earth air circulated into the room. He then stood by the door and watched them as they slept.

When he was just about to leave the room he heard a voice from behind that startled him.

Lovely site aren't they, especially when their mouths are closed.

Yes, sweet, sweet silence.

How's the shrew doing? I saw Ed with all the supplies and knew it had to have been her. Well, unless you tried to catch that pesky rabbit again.

She's fine. Her body just overheated, that's all. Must be from all the burns, and her body trying to ward off the infection.

That must be painful.

No more painful then when you got shot in your ass.

I thought you forgot about that, heh.

Never! Let her get some sleep, let's go to the kitchen I got a few things to ask ya.

All right, just know I'm boycotting your food.

Fine by me, less money to waste on your no good ass.

With that, Jet walked past Spike leading him down the metal corridors and into the large white kitchen. It was surprisingly filthy, as Jet had not had a moment's rest since Faye's damned Food poisoning. Moldy plates to his right and dirty dishes to his left the air unclean and hazardous. Spike flopped down onto a chair and stared at his new buddy. Lifting his hand he brought it down quickly upon the roach killing it in an instant… he never had a chance. He could stand flea-ridden mutts, he could stand chicken headed pigeons, he could even stand radical and wild children. But the one thing he would not stand is living side by side with the loveable roaches. Jet on the other hand was too busy looking for the teapot in the pile of dirty dishes. When he found it he brushed off a leg of chicken and placed it on the stove. Spike made a face and Jet turned the water on high. He then turned his back to the water, making sure not to burn his ass and crossing his arms looked at Spike. He was sitting his chair, slouched low with a cigarette.

How exactly did you get back from the dead Spike?

Would you believe an angel willed me back?

And who would that be?

You and I both know Jet, it was Julia.

You sure it wasn't Faye?

Why would she wish me back here? Julia would at least have wanted me to live a full live. Faye wants me to live in a cigarette box under a bridge and die a horrible death by bums.

Heh… that does sound like Faye. But I think it might have been her. She wasn't like herself when you were gone Spike. She may have never showed it to me, but she gave a little bit more consideration for us.

Too bad I missed that.

She was not a happy camper tonight Spike. I can tell something snapped behind those eyes of hers.

Could it have been her mouth? Don't tell me she started thinking again. Add that with alcohol and you've got WW3.

Alright, spike, you're obviously in a pretty sarcastic mood tonight so I'll talk to you in the morning. Just know, that I know she's taken a stance Spike and one of you are gonna fall.

Yeah, yeah, arm your battle stations.

Just be warned, she said the angels are not crying tonight, but they will be soon. You've got to be the only angel on this ship, so guard your head and your groin well. Goodnight.

Spike took a long drag of his cigarette. Hmm, she was gonna make him cry huh? He told her that in a dream. Tears of my angel. Faye was his angel, but he couldn't tell anyone that …just yet. It would throw everything off. She knew he was her angel… come from death to be with her. But really how much longer would he play this game? He knew he loved her, and she had loved him, but how much longer would he manipulate her… and play with her feelings? Heh… until the boys come out to play with Georgey.

Here we have it, the next chapter. This is all I'm gonna write cause the new policy says I can't respond to reviews, so thanks to everyone who reviewed. Its 4 in the morning, and I'm tired.. goodnight!