Distraction
A/N: The theme: Wada Calcium CD3.
It was a quest for cigarettes that drove him into Faye's room. His supply had run out. He searched her room carefully, feeling behind her bureau for any hidden cache.
He teased out a pack, but it only held three cigarettes. Into the jacket it went, but he kept looking. Spike's fingers closed over what seemed to be a small flat box. Eagerly, he pulled it out. No luck. The cheery lettering down the side proudly proclaimed that it was Wada Calcium CD3. The prescription label stated that one Faye Valentine should take one tablet three times daily. From the dust that had accrued on the box's surface, one Faye Valentine was doing nothing of the sort.
However, from the sound, one Faye Valentine had just stepped into her room. Spike palmed a pill from the box.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Faye screeched at Spike.
"What're these for, anyway?" Spike asked, waving the box at her.
Unconsciously, Faye brought her hand up to massage her wrist. "The doctor proscribed them after I was unfrozen, not that it's any of your business," she replied.
"Then why haven't you been taking them?" Spike asked.
"I said it's none of your goddamn business!" Faye shouted. "Why the hell were you looking behind my dresser?"
Spike was losing her. He slipped the pill into his mouth as inconspicuously as possible. He took Faye in his arms with sudden tenderness. He gently kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue and slipping the tablet into her mouth. After he was certain it had dissolved, he pulled back.
"Take your medicine," Spike told her, then turned and walked out the door. For once, Faye was speechless.
Spike started off in a nonchalant trot that quickly turned into a run. With any luck, she wouldn't even realize what had happened until he was safely locked in his room.