Spike got to the front door of his apartment to find Faith sitting on the floor against the door looking bored.
"You couldn't have taken longer? I'm dying for a cigarette." Faith said as she stood up, her voice laced with boredom and sarcasm. Spike quickly got the keys out and opened the door and let Faith in before walking in and closing the door behind him. Faith walked straight into her room to get her cigarettes, she came out of her room with four of her hand rolled cigarettes in her hand. She popped one in her mouth, lit it and took a quick drag on it before giving it to Spike, who accepted it quickly. She took another cigarette and lit it and took a long drag on it before closing her eyes to savour the taste. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and exhaled through her nose. She noticed Spike was watching her very closely, smiling.
"What? It's been along time since I've had a decent smoke." She said returning his smile.
When Faith and Spike finished their cigarettes, they sat on the couch, after deciding to watch some television, but they were currently fighting over what to watch.
"Come on Spike…Can't we watch a movie or cartoons not the bloody news." Faith whined.
"No luv. My house. I decide." Spike said as he turned the volume up.
"Spike please. I haven't watched 'The Simpsons' in ages." Faith pleaded.
"No" Spike looked at Faith, who was pouting. "Ok Just this once." Faith pulled him into a bone-crushing hug and let go just as fast as Spike flinched.
"Sorry." She whispered, settling back down in her seat and turned to the TV.
"It's ok. I'm just tense cause of work and all." Spike looked to see her reaction. Faith just nodded but didn't take her eyes off the TV. Spike watched her instead of watching 'The Simpsons', when he saw her shiver, he got up and went to get her a blanket, the moment he came back he draped it over her shoulders and put his arm around her to warm her up. She smiled at him and put her head on his shoulder.
After ten minutes both of them were fast asleep.
Spike woke up three hours later to find Faith shaking in her sleep. Spike tighten his grip on her, in case she was cold.
"Spike…. I'm sorry…. Don't leave…please don't die" Faith murmured in her sleep.
"Luv, I'm right here. Not gonna leave." As he gently told her he felt her grab his t-shirt and tightly hold it in her fists. He rubbed her back for a few minutes before she calmed down. 'At least now I have an idea what she's dreaming.' He thought to himself as he drifted back to sleep.