Don't Let the Moment Pass You By

Chapter 2

Spike's eyes slowly cracked open. He stared up for a moment at the fan that seemed all too familiar. He tried to think of what had happened until it hit him similar to the pain that was suddenly throbbing through his whole body.

He tried to piece together the fragments of memories that were jumbled together in his mind. He could place every injury on his body, the cut across his right cheek from the glass that had shattered, the gun shot to his left elbow from his shoot out with one of the Red Dragon lackeys. There was the bullet graze on his head from the jackass who had killed Shin and finally the injuries he had sustained from his final bout with Vicious. A knife wound to his left shoulder, a slice to his left leg and the large stomach gash he could feel aching under its wrappings.

Something felt different though, instead of the rough cushions of the yellow couch under his head he felt a foreign texture. He also started to notice the hand that was rested against the back of his head. Memories of a time that had long passed began to flood into his mind and he lost himself to them.

She hummed a tune lightly. It danced through the air around him and roused him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. She was reading a book and smiled at him. How many times had he awoken to find her like that? How many times had she saved him from the brink of death? Vicious slowly walked up behind her and placed a light kiss on her neck.

Spike had to avert his eyes slightly, he had been jealous of Vicious for the longest time but he had accepted it. Julia was his best friend's woman and there was no changing that besides he would never betray Vicious. His friend smiled at him and walked over next to his bed.

"Hey you fool; looks like you got yourself all beaten up again. The elders are starting to wonder if you are worth keeping around." A laugh escaped his lips and filled the room. This was how it once was. Their friendship was deep; they were brothers who fought for the honor of the Red Dragon Syndicate.

"But you do hold your own weight; you took out more of the Blue Snake lackeys then any of us." He turned back around and rested his hand on Julia's shoulder. "If he asks for anything, do it. Make sure he is comfortable." She nodded as he left the room.

Spike looked over at her and motioned her to come closer. She stood up and placed her ear near his lips so that she could hear him. How he longed to kiss her ear and to make her his but instead he held himself back. "Will you rest my head in your lap?" She nodded again and moved herself onto the bed. She slowly placed his head into her lap and started to hum again. She returned to reading her book and he fell into a deep sleep listening to her voice, feeling the warmth of her legs and the pleasant sensation of her free hand running through his hair.

Spike opened his eyes again realizing that this moment had become a memory a long time ago. He looked to his right and that was when he saw her. The woman looked so angelic with her head rested against the side of the couch.

Faye Valentine was the image of beauty to him. He had seen her sleep before but never had he seen her like this. Normally she looked ready to pounce, like a cat when they sleep. But right now she was truly resting peacefully. He couldn't remember how they had gotten like this but that was when he realized the lap he felt under his head was hers and the hand on his head belonged to her porcelain frame.

He was a man so of course he had fantasized about her in a less then gentlemanly way. His mind had more then once wandered about what she would feel like and look like underneath her normal yellow outfit, granted it left little for the imagination. His favorite time was when he had first seen her in her little red dress, if it hadn't been for the distraction of Vicious he did not know what he would have done.

Never in his fantasies had he imagined her skin to be this soft or that this would be the situation for him to discover that. Abruptly the image of Julia's face invaded his mind. She was dead and he was thinking of another woman. He had gone to fight Vicious hoping to discover if he had died all those years ago only to discover that he was very much alive and there were many things he still wanted to live for. The woman who cradled him in her lap was one of those faces that made him want to keep living.

She stirred slightly which moved his head just a little but that was enough for the pain to return to the forefront of his thoughts. He winced as his sight started to blur. 'Damn,' he thought to himself, 'I have been in much worse condition then this but for some odd reason I can't even keep conscious. I just want to look at her for a little longer…' he had barely finished the thought before he was overwhelmed by the darkness yet again and the two were able to remain in their serene state for a while longer but nothing that perfect lasts for an eternity and life was about to force the two away from the old yellow couch…

Enjoy Those Moments of Tranquility

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Lady Elanya