Back on the ship Spike was pacing like mad, wearing the floor out beneath his boots. Jet watched him from the nearby couch, and Ed was upside down on the floor.
"God damn son of a bitch no good mother…" he began before he was cut off by Jet.
"Damn it Spike! Calm down, she said she's on her way home! What more do you want?"
"I want her here now! God damn it, if she didn't go, she'd still be here!" he shouted. Just then the door opened and all eyes were on the doorway awaiting the blond woman to walk through. Spike ran for the doorway, but ran right into Faye.
"Hey! Easy there Spike! What's the deal?" she said angrily. Spike shoved her out of his way and walked back and seemingly threw himself down on the couch near Jet. "God damn, what the hell is his problem?!"
"His woman was kidnapped but now she's on her way home and the kidnapper is bringing her." Ed spat out. A pillow whizzed at her and nailed her square in the face.
"Shut up Edward." Spike roared. Faye jumped at what just happened. She'd never seen Spike this angry about anything. What was it about that other girl that he liked so much?
"Damn Spike, throw a little harder next time and take her head off why don't you?" Faye scoffed, she was irritated enough as it was. He glared at her as she walked to her room, or at least what she thought was her room. she opened the door to see her room totally redone and full of musical equipment. A couple of guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, some computer-looking devices, and a few microphones were arranged around the small area. She almost fell over from the shock. Where were all her things? "JET!!!"
"Oh, forgot to tell ya Faye, we moved your stuff into storage since we thought we'd never see you again, and we made this room our music room." he said as he began to pull the door shut again. Faye got angry and forced it back open and pushed inside.
"Damn it Jet, this isn't fair! Some unknown girl just traipses in here and then she owns the place? What the hell?!" she said as she tore through the room and picked up a heavier guitar. It was black with silver smoke airbrushed onto it. Not realizing how heavy it was, she dropped it to the floor and it made a loud twang as the body cracked. A few paint chips littered the floor as Spike's head whipped around to look. He stood slowly and walked to the door of the room. Jet hear him coming and knowing Faye had dropped one of Spike's guitars, he stepped out of the way and feared the worst for his unknowing female acquaintance. As Spike approached the doorway and caught sight of the particular guitar Faye dropped, he froze. Alex had that guitar painted and customized for his 28th birthday, how dare Faye so much as touch it without even saying anything to him? He could feel the anger building, he was already angry from Alex being kidnapped, but now Faye just destroyed his favorite guitar that actually MEANT something to him. How DARE she?! Without knowing, he slowly walked across the room, clenching his fist shut and trying to prevent something irrational from happening, but he couldn't. As soon as he reached her, he wound up and unleashed the strongest slap upon her that was ever imaginable. The crack that sounded as his hand hit her rivaled that of thunder as it echoed through the ship. The force knocked Faye to the ground and the sound of the slap didn't surprise Jet, but Ed jumped, as did Ein.
"Don't EVER speak of my future wife like that again, got it? So help me Faye, if I hear it, I'll come after you and kill you with my bare hands. You know nothing about her to go around and say shit like that about her." he said. He sounded almost inhuman he was so incredibly angry. He picked the guitar up off the ground and looked over the damage Faye had caused. It was cracked in the bottom corner and some of the paint had chipped off leaving only the bare wood. He pulled it over his shoulder and strummed it and cringed when it made an awful sound being all out of tune now. With a sigh, he pulled it off and placed it back in the stand it was originally in and walked out of the room and drew a gun. Faye was still sprawled on the floor half conscious and holding her hand to the cheek she was just slapped across. Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled her hand away and discovered a small amount of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Had he hit her that hard? Jet looked down at the girl in pity
"Faye, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?" she groaned as she sat up and rubbed her cheek a little. It stung horribly still and she had a feeling it would last her a while. "That bitch is going to pay for this." She muttered lowly, but not low enough to not let Jet hear her.
"Faye, Spike and Alex are engaged, it wouldn't be very smart to try to come between the two of them. Just think of it this way, if he did this to you after you messed up one of his possessions, think of what he'd do to you if you messed up his love life. He's come so far and Alex is a good girl…"
"But she's only 22! Spike's about 28, 29 now right? Isn't he the slightest bit cradle-robbing?" she interjected. Jet shook his head.
"Alex and Spike deserve each other. They both have been through so much; it's only fair that they found each other in time." he said as he helped her to her feet and then turned to leave. "Just try to leave as soon as possible, it won't be pretty soon when she comes home. She was kidnapped earlier today and Spike forced himself to leave the hospital this morning to find her. I recommend you leave quickly." He said as he left the room leaving Faye to pull herself to her feet on her own. She just sat there for a little while, trying to piece together what had just happened. So that ignorant bastard of an ex-partner of hers actually asked the little bratty girl to marry him huh? Well this wasn't good. Spike was way too good for some little childish girl like what's-her-face. Faye poked at the tiny paint chips that littered a small area of the floor and swept them into a neat pile with the tips of her fingers. They looked like tiny shards of matte silver.
"Jet, where's my god damn shotgun, I'll shoot that motherfucker as soon as he walks through the door, the bastard. I can't believe someone would even attempt to kidnap her…" she could hear Spike rant on, anger boiling in his veins and hardening his heart to ice that only that spoiled brat of a girl could melt. The more Faye thought of Alex, the more she hated her. Why didn't she take the chance to tell Spike how she really felt before the end? What tied her tongue? Well it was too late now, Spike was engaged and there was no coming between him and Alex, Jet was obviously favoring the two of them, and Ed was just Ed. It was clear there was no longer a place for Faye on the ship; she should just leave and not come back. But should she tell Spike how she felt? At least get it off her chest? It wouldn't even faze him since he was so angry with her right now. Despite the stinging pain, she wiped the blood from her lip again and stood. Supporting herself at first, but then regaining her balance and walking out of the room. Ed was holding Ein close with her eyes darting around suspiciously and acting shifty-like, Jet was leaning against a wall, and Spike was sitting at the galley table loading what looked like every single gun he owned with as much ammunition as they each could hold.
"Spike I…" she began before trailing off. Her voice wasn't loud to begin with, Spike couldn't hear it over the loading of his many firearms.
"Just let it go Faye, even I wouldn't dare to bother him right now." Jet warned as he sipped some scotch from a glass.
"But I," she started before a hiss sounded from the hallway. The entire ship silenced and Spike whipped his head around in the blink of an eye. He heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the hall, both were slow, light, and made the same clicking noise on the metal floor. Faye lost her voice, Jet almost dropped his scotch, and Ed and Ein were staring at the doorway anxiously. The sound of the footsteps drew closer still in what felt like an eternity. Finally, as they grew loud enough to be just a few feet away from the doorway, they slowed to a stop. Spike picked up his shotgun and readied to shoot. He got up and walked over to get a clear shot at the parson that would walk through the doorway with Alex. As he took aim, a blond girl walked through the door with eyes focused on the floor and a weak disposition, she slowly brought her eyes up to his. He began to lower the gun as the second figure walked through the doorway, the female/ male figure of a ghost from Spike's past, Grenicia Mars Elijah Guo Eckener. Spike's gun dropped to the floor from his hands, Jet's glass fell and shattered, Faye fainted, and Ed and Ein sat and stared. Tears welled in Alex's eyes as she ran to Spike who was still shocked at the sight of the man, or woman, that died in his arms not long ago.
"God damn son of a bitch no good mother…" he began before he was cut off by Jet.
"Damn it Spike! Calm down, she said she's on her way home! What more do you want?"
"I want her here now! God damn it, if she didn't go, she'd still be here!" he shouted. Just then the door opened and all eyes were on the doorway awaiting the blond woman to walk through. Spike ran for the doorway, but ran right into Faye.
"Hey! Easy there Spike! What's the deal?" she said angrily. Spike shoved her out of his way and walked back and seemingly threw himself down on the couch near Jet. "God damn, what the hell is his problem?!"
"His woman was kidnapped but now she's on her way home and the kidnapper is bringing her." Ed spat out. A pillow whizzed at her and nailed her square in the face.
"Shut up Edward." Spike roared. Faye jumped at what just happened. She'd never seen Spike this angry about anything. What was it about that other girl that he liked so much?
"Damn Spike, throw a little harder next time and take her head off why don't you?" Faye scoffed, she was irritated enough as it was. He glared at her as she walked to her room, or at least what she thought was her room. she opened the door to see her room totally redone and full of musical equipment. A couple of guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, some computer-looking devices, and a few microphones were arranged around the small area. She almost fell over from the shock. Where were all her things? "JET!!!"
"Oh, forgot to tell ya Faye, we moved your stuff into storage since we thought we'd never see you again, and we made this room our music room." he said as he began to pull the door shut again. Faye got angry and forced it back open and pushed inside.
"Damn it Jet, this isn't fair! Some unknown girl just traipses in here and then she owns the place? What the hell?!" she said as she tore through the room and picked up a heavier guitar. It was black with silver smoke airbrushed onto it. Not realizing how heavy it was, she dropped it to the floor and it made a loud twang as the body cracked. A few paint chips littered the floor as Spike's head whipped around to look. He stood slowly and walked to the door of the room. Jet hear him coming and knowing Faye had dropped one of Spike's guitars, he stepped out of the way and feared the worst for his unknowing female acquaintance. As Spike approached the doorway and caught sight of the particular guitar Faye dropped, he froze. Alex had that guitar painted and customized for his 28th birthday, how dare Faye so much as touch it without even saying anything to him? He could feel the anger building, he was already angry from Alex being kidnapped, but now Faye just destroyed his favorite guitar that actually MEANT something to him. How DARE she?! Without knowing, he slowly walked across the room, clenching his fist shut and trying to prevent something irrational from happening, but he couldn't. As soon as he reached her, he wound up and unleashed the strongest slap upon her that was ever imaginable. The crack that sounded as his hand hit her rivaled that of thunder as it echoed through the ship. The force knocked Faye to the ground and the sound of the slap didn't surprise Jet, but Ed jumped, as did Ein.
"Don't EVER speak of my future wife like that again, got it? So help me Faye, if I hear it, I'll come after you and kill you with my bare hands. You know nothing about her to go around and say shit like that about her." he said. He sounded almost inhuman he was so incredibly angry. He picked the guitar up off the ground and looked over the damage Faye had caused. It was cracked in the bottom corner and some of the paint had chipped off leaving only the bare wood. He pulled it over his shoulder and strummed it and cringed when it made an awful sound being all out of tune now. With a sigh, he pulled it off and placed it back in the stand it was originally in and walked out of the room and drew a gun. Faye was still sprawled on the floor half conscious and holding her hand to the cheek she was just slapped across. Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled her hand away and discovered a small amount of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Had he hit her that hard? Jet looked down at the girl in pity
"Faye, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?" she groaned as she sat up and rubbed her cheek a little. It stung horribly still and she had a feeling it would last her a while. "That bitch is going to pay for this." She muttered lowly, but not low enough to not let Jet hear her.
"Faye, Spike and Alex are engaged, it wouldn't be very smart to try to come between the two of them. Just think of it this way, if he did this to you after you messed up one of his possessions, think of what he'd do to you if you messed up his love life. He's come so far and Alex is a good girl…"
"But she's only 22! Spike's about 28, 29 now right? Isn't he the slightest bit cradle-robbing?" she interjected. Jet shook his head.
"Alex and Spike deserve each other. They both have been through so much; it's only fair that they found each other in time." he said as he helped her to her feet and then turned to leave. "Just try to leave as soon as possible, it won't be pretty soon when she comes home. She was kidnapped earlier today and Spike forced himself to leave the hospital this morning to find her. I recommend you leave quickly." He said as he left the room leaving Faye to pull herself to her feet on her own. She just sat there for a little while, trying to piece together what had just happened. So that ignorant bastard of an ex-partner of hers actually asked the little bratty girl to marry him huh? Well this wasn't good. Spike was way too good for some little childish girl like what's-her-face. Faye poked at the tiny paint chips that littered a small area of the floor and swept them into a neat pile with the tips of her fingers. They looked like tiny shards of matte silver.
"Jet, where's my god damn shotgun, I'll shoot that motherfucker as soon as he walks through the door, the bastard. I can't believe someone would even attempt to kidnap her…" she could hear Spike rant on, anger boiling in his veins and hardening his heart to ice that only that spoiled brat of a girl could melt. The more Faye thought of Alex, the more she hated her. Why didn't she take the chance to tell Spike how she really felt before the end? What tied her tongue? Well it was too late now, Spike was engaged and there was no coming between him and Alex, Jet was obviously favoring the two of them, and Ed was just Ed. It was clear there was no longer a place for Faye on the ship; she should just leave and not come back. But should she tell Spike how she felt? At least get it off her chest? It wouldn't even faze him since he was so angry with her right now. Despite the stinging pain, she wiped the blood from her lip again and stood. Supporting herself at first, but then regaining her balance and walking out of the room. Ed was holding Ein close with her eyes darting around suspiciously and acting shifty-like, Jet was leaning against a wall, and Spike was sitting at the galley table loading what looked like every single gun he owned with as much ammunition as they each could hold.
"Spike I…" she began before trailing off. Her voice wasn't loud to begin with, Spike couldn't hear it over the loading of his many firearms.
"Just let it go Faye, even I wouldn't dare to bother him right now." Jet warned as he sipped some scotch from a glass.
"But I," she started before a hiss sounded from the hallway. The entire ship silenced and Spike whipped his head around in the blink of an eye. He heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the hall, both were slow, light, and made the same clicking noise on the metal floor. Faye lost her voice, Jet almost dropped his scotch, and Ed and Ein were staring at the doorway anxiously. The sound of the footsteps drew closer still in what felt like an eternity. Finally, as they grew loud enough to be just a few feet away from the doorway, they slowed to a stop. Spike picked up his shotgun and readied to shoot. He got up and walked over to get a clear shot at the parson that would walk through the doorway with Alex. As he took aim, a blond girl walked through the door with eyes focused on the floor and a weak disposition, she slowly brought her eyes up to his. He began to lower the gun as the second figure walked through the doorway, the female/ male figure of a ghost from Spike's past, Grenicia Mars Elijah Guo Eckener. Spike's gun dropped to the floor from his hands, Jet's glass fell and shattered, Faye fainted, and Ed and Ein sat and stared. Tears welled in Alex's eyes as she ran to Spike who was still shocked at the sight of the man, or woman, that died in his arms not long ago.