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Freya and Faye sat at the top of the ship staring at the stars passing by. There was a star deck built at the top with a glass covering to allow safety and oxygen.
"Hey Freya?"
"Yeah?"
"What am I going to do?" Faye asked.
"About?" Freya now looked at her.
"Spike caught me staring at his naked body when I walked in on him in the shower, yesterday."
"What's wrong with that? Why are you asking me what to do?"
"BECAUSE! It wasn't like he caught me staring and I tried to play it off. I blatantly stared and continued too after he saw and smiled at me…Freya, it wasn't until I looked up from the waist area and saw his smirking face did I turn beet red and left. He didn't even yell at me…anything…just smiled…"
"So why you asking me what should you do?" Freya was grinning from ear to ear. She remembered the extra appendages that Spike had when she purposely walked in on him one evening! It was surprise that Faye should feel stunned…
"I've been avoiding him since you asshole!" Faye exclaimed! "I won't even go down stairs now because he's down there… and watch, he'll purposely get injured so that I'll have to rap his bandages!"
"Now the wisdom one becomes the asshole! This is funny!" Freya "Paranoia is a bitch isn't it! Don't worry so much. You know how Spike is; once he knows he's gotten to you he'll like your suffering! Just do like him and pretend you weren't admiring!"
"How can I do that when I had nightmares" she quieted from her yell, "I had nightmares about HIM!"
"So! It's only natural that you have reams about a sexy guy! Besides, you're a bitch in heat, what do you expect."
You're not helping the situation much!" Faye exclaimed. The two then heard a knock on the trapdoor as it opened. The two went silent.
"Well if you two lovely ladies are talking about me, I'll go. But Jet wants to know if you're coming down for some food. It's done by the way!" Spike said with a wry smile on his face.
"We're coming, Spike." Faye answered before Freya could reply.
"No lunkhead today? A-mazing!" he grinned pulling his head back out the trapdoor.
Faye growled as she realized what Freya was saying. Spike knew she was slipping up now. She would just have to get her edge back. That was all but things weren't made so simple.
"I need to go down to the spare shop to fix hammerhead (I suppose that's the name of his minor spaceship?) Freya can you come?" Jet asked. "I'm going to need some help logging the stuff back."
"Um," she looked at Faye, who slightly shifted her head for her to say no. "Sure, I have to get something for the Dragon Fang too."
Faye cursed Freya inwardly, because that would only leave her and Spike on the Bebop alone. Ed was off visiting her old orphanage. Damn her! What is going to happen to me now? Faye whined inwardly. She glanced at Spike, whose eyes glimmered in amusement, as he continued to eat.
"Alright you guys, we're out! Buh-bye!" Freya taunted, and Faye shot her a death glare as her and Jet went out the hatch.
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An hour had passed since Jet and Freya left and Ed wasn't going to be back till the following day. Spike sat, lazing on the couch, and Faye was surfing the net. It was as if someone had built a brick wall between the two, and Spike, just for fun, was ready to tear it down. He waited until Faye swore, again, at the file on the internet she couldn't open. He snuck up behind her gently grasped her hips and whispered, "So did you like what you saw…stalker?"
"Get the fuck off of my Lunk Head! You know to never touch these hips. And I don't know what you're talking about!" Faye snapped at him. Spike chuckled as he stood.
"Your eyes said otherwise yesterday! Besides, while you were thinking of the way you could have me call your name in pleasure…in your sleep might I add…I think its only fair I know what I'm getting, n'est-ce pas?"
"Stop taunting me you fucking bastard!"
"Careful Faye, you're retrogressing to the bitter bitch again. I like the lustful you better." He said casually.
Faye got up and stormed off to her room. Spike not following too far behind.
"Come on Woman! It's not that bad! It's nice for me to know I have an available piece of ass." In an instant Faye lunged out her room and grabbed Spike's neck. Spike was so caught off guard when he was slammed to the wall that all he could do was drop his jaw. Eventually he caught himself and had her against the wall, holding her wrists to ensure he received no slap.
"How dare you speak to me like that you twisted bastard. What I think about in the privacy of my mind is none of your business!"
"Well it does when it concerns me!" Spike jeered.
"Fuck you! Since when did you care how people felt about you! Is that all you think of me as! A nice piece of ass! How degrading!" Faye spat. For once, Spike took notice was the tears forming in Faye's eyes. She fought for him to let her go but he tightened his grip. Did that hurt her real bad? I was just joking. But she took it as my real feelings about her.
"I was just messing with you, Faye! Calm down woman! Damn! Ow! That hurts!" he retorted as she bit him. "Wait a minute!" As she dashed for her room, but he caught her again. "Just listen, I was kidding! Joking, see, ha ha! You know, I really don't think you're a nice piece of ass!" He watched as Faye's face contorted in total malevolence at the statement. "I meant not a nice piece of ass in a whore-y sense of the word!"
Faye then wretched her arm away from him went into her room and slammed her door. At the same time, Freya and Jet stepped into the hallway.
"What's with the slamming doors and the entire ruckus?" Jet asked puzzled. Freya just took one look at Spike and knew he and Faye had gotten into it. She shook her head at his stupidity as he just looked at her.
"There's no sympathy for the wicked." Freya stated.
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Freya stepped out of Faye's room fuming. The nerve of Spike to tell Faye that! He deserved to be slapped! She wretched open the door to Spikes room and walked up to him lying on his bed. The only thing Spike felt were his two cheeks being stung by two very forceful slaps.
"Damn it why'd you go and do that! I'm going to need some ice for my face now!" He spat.
"I don't give a fuck! Get the god damn ice, matter I'll get it for you when I'm done beating the shit out of you!" Freya retorted malevolently. She went to hit him again but missed as he dodged it.
"You know for an angry black French female, you hit pretty hard! And I don't think I want to sustain another hit from you!"
"Suck it the fuck up! You had not right to say what you did! Now I say you go give her a formal apology! Its ok when you say it to me because I know you're joking but for the circumstances to change the way it did you need to go give a formal apology! And you had better!"
"What the fuck! I haven't done shit to you! Now you're all demanding like you're my mother or something! I did tell her I was sorry!"
"You got a problem with it! I said GO!" she spat out at him. Freya knew one of Spike's many weak spots, as she grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him towards Faye's door!
"Ow! I forgot how crazy you were! Just let go damn it I'll do it, I'll apologize!" Spike whined. He knew good and well he could have thrown her off by just picking her petite ass up. The problem was if he did that, then his face would be in danger.
Freya wretched open Faye's bedroom door and flung Spike in there as best as she could. She slammed the door before Faye or Spike could object. Freya went to the guest room, got her mini vid-phone and a book. She planted herself right outside the door just in case. She was absolutely determined to get those two together even if she had to fend off the devil himself. Faye loved Spike and she deserved him. It would be best if the one was happy with some one they loved even if the other couldn't.
Freya sat there for twenty minutes until the door and Spike stepped out. He shook his head and kept on walking down the hall. Freya stood up and entered the bedroom to see Faye sitting on the floor. Sulking apparently at whatever was said between her and Spike.
"You didn't take his apology, did you?" Freya asked plopping down next to her.
"You know me, old habits die hard. Why'd you do that? For me?"
"Do what? Beat the shit out of him and dragged his ass in here. I don't honestly know…Maybe because I was worried about a friend named Faye. Have you met her yet?"
"There we go again talking about that woman named Faye. Is it the same emotionally screwed up one? You know the one whose old habits never die? She has man problems?" Faye asked sarcastically.
"Yeah. That same woman; I suppose you two have met."
"No, no, never met the wench!" The two sat there and laughed it off.
"Come to think about it? How did Spike know I was screaming his name in my sleep?" Faye asked curiously.
"Mmm… He came to me last night; asking me if I was aware that my friend was talking in her sleep. He also asked me if I was aware that the bitch was in heat…At first I thought he was talking about Ein, but soon I realized he was talking about you. At that point I just growled no and turned back over to sleep. He asked what he should do, I said fuck it; now leave me the hell alone. He left after that…" Freya explained…
"That's a damn shame; you'd think he'd know how to deal with a bitch in heat. This is funny." Faye laughed.
"Wait a minute! You did accept his apology!" At this point Faye was lying flat on the floor in laughter!
"He doesn't know that!" Faye exclaimed.
"Well at least he wasn't Vicious! That bastard would have made you hit your climax and then when you wake up the next morning to tell you all about it. Trust me, I know from experience!" Freya now pulled out a bottle of sherry from under Faye's bed.
"Vicious? He would? I don't see him as a prankster at all? Cold blooded killer, yes! But not as a prankster."
"Well that's one of his acts. He has to be the killer to get to the top, but when he's with me…he's a totally different person." Freya paused… "Sometimes I wonder if he won't kill me the instant he is ordered too…If I were an obstacle preventing him from getting to the top would he do it?" Freya frowned and Faye became serious…
"You didn't just come here to visit…You also came here to runaway…Vicious doesn't know where you are does he?" Faye asked slowly.
"Well…Forget it Faye…"
"No! No- Forget it! He does or he doesn't know you've left? If He does, MY GOD is Spike going to take your head off! And if he doesn't by God is he going to try to punish you for leaving without saying a word!" Faye retorted gingerly.
"I know! I know! But the thing is that's the Vicious YOU know! He won't punish me because he can't! And I'm not naïve or being abused in any way! Its just the way he is…I'm so confused Faye! Yes I did runaway! I find it wrong that I could fall for such a dirty bastard who seems like he cares about me one minute and the next artic cold! I don't want to see his face right now…" Freya retorted hysterically as if she was talking to an invisible person. "Here I am again…losing my mind over someone who is supposed to be irrelevant to my nature! I came 'ere to forget and here I am bringing back my grief…"
"I don't think its grief…" Faye states, "I think its confusion. You doubt him so much, that you're even considering the possibility of heart break. It's like my same dilemma; the only difference is that you already have the man."
"'aving the man isn't the problem…Knowing and keeping the man is!" Freya smiled. "Let's end this conversation here, and we'll pick it up another time."
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