Dream to See You

Chapter 1

By: Rachel*

Rated: R

Genre: Romance/Supernatural

(Messes with you head…A LOT)

E-mail: [email protected]

Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net

Well, you've got to have an imagination, and pay close attention to the details and I mean ALL details to understand this one…I was inspired by a fanfiction that I had helped write in the past. My much younger years in writing, I created the main plot line, and the outlines for a large chunk of the chapters…of course then the person writing it rudely corrupted my beautiful creation by having almost all the later chapters filled with sex in it… +_+ no plot…just sex…::cries:: it was ruined!! So…yeah, there is an R rating for stuff, nothing explicit, just my normal level of an R rating, for those who've read The Way to a Player's Heart get the gist of what I'm saying. For the new people, read and enjoy! Also be sure to check out my older Bebop fics too, I'm sure you'll enjoy those ones too. *_* JUST REMEMBER TO READ + REVIEW! I live off your reviews and comments folks! Also a note that time jumps rather quickly in the beginning, it goes from scene to scene and Faye…well…you need to read. This IS A SPIKE/FAYE fanfiction though, not Julia and Spike.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Cowboy Bebop

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"Help," the voice echoed in the darkened room. His breath was harsh, and he found himself on the cool, marble like, slanted ground. He was at a sharp angle, everything was black, and it was dark. "Help me," the voice chocked. The air was damp, and chilling. He shivered and lost his grip and slid into a deep pool of black water. Everything was black. Was it from the night? He gasped for breath. No, his voice echoed, he was in a cave.

He tried to speak. "Who," he looked around. "Who are you?" He struggled to tread water, there was a current pulling him along. He spat water out of his mouth and splashed around trying to see who was talking to him.

"Help," the voice was strained and was getting distant. "Help," the voice chanted.

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His two-toned eyes opened and he let out a hushed breath of air as he sat up. He shook his head and rubbed his face with his right hand as he glanced down at the hand lying across his torso. He bit his lower lip and moved it under the covers. He looked over at the woman asleep next to him. Her golden locks streamed down the middle of her back, her blue eyes were hidden behind her eyelids as she let out small quite breaths in her sleep. He stood and shuddered as he remembered falling into the black pool of water. Not being able to see, not knowing where he was, and…that voice.

He bit down on his lower lip. He stared out the window. He was living in a small apartment with his fiancée. They'd be getting married in three months. He sighed and shook his head. He felt like a glass of water. "Spike, what are you doing?" The woman sat up and pulled a sheet over her bare skin.

Spike turned heel and looked back at her. The lights from the city made her golden locks glow, while shadowing his still disturbed completion from her. "Just getting a glass of water, you can go back to sleep Julia." He smiled as she nodded and flopped onto her left side.

She groaned as he turned on the hall light. "Turn it off…" He heard her mutter.

Spike flinched and bowed his head and hit the light switch. "Sorry babe…go back to sleep I'll be back in, in a little bit." He yawned covering his mouth. Twisting at the elastic waist around his boxers he struggled to walk in the dark. He stubbed his toe into a box that lied in the hallway, and cursed himself for leaving it there the day before. They were packing and getting ready to move to an area on Mars where they could get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and their jobs. Spike personally found it too woodsy and wanted to live a less rural place. Not somewhere that reminded him of the show Twin Peaks…

Succeeding in his venture to the kitchen he turned on the little nightlight Julia had bought when she went food shopping a week ago. It helped in situations like these. He eyed the grinning ladybug as he took a clean glass of the drying rack and filled his glass halfway. Staggering to the fridge he welcomed the light as the cold misty air came rolling out. He yawned again and grabbed an ice tray and popped three cubes into his glass before placing the tray back on top of his frozen dinner meal and shut the door.

He leaned into the counter and rubbed the back of his neck as he sipped from the glass. The noise startled him in all the silence. He shut his eyes picturing the blackness again. His hands running over the smooth surface and slipping into the black water…he could remember his head hurt, like he'd fallen and hit his head, as if he'd been lying there for a while before he woke and fell into the water. "Help," he quoted. Her voice was so painful. Spike shrugged his shoulders. "What'd I eat?" He mumbled and set the glass in the sink. Taking a deep breath he turned off the grinning ladybug and stumbled back into the hall. Turning to the right he stared at the box, he once again ran into. He gritted his teeth. "Piece of shit," he snarled and kicked it with the side of his foot.

"Having trouble?" Julia whispered and stood up. She walked over to her closet and pulled on a long white nightgown, made of silk. Spike smiled and walked into their room. Sighing, he smiled and pulled her against his back.

"Maybe if I could turn the hall light on…" He kissed her neck.

She rolled her eyes. "Or if you'd move that damned box out of the hall." She kissed him and walked back into bed. "Get to sleep; you're going to see Vicious in the morning to get your suit fitted." He groaned as he slipped under the blankets of the bed and she elbowed him as he came closer. "Stop whining." She hissed. Spike smiled and breathed against her neck, holding back his laughter.

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"Weird, right?" Spike mumbled. It was mid-afternoon and he was still stuck in Fredric's Suit Shop with Vicious as he was being fitted.

Vicious's blue-gray hair hung shoulder length; his dull-blue eyes stared at the ground. He nodded. "Help…" he quoted Spike, and the dream. "Was she good looking? Maybe you're having pre-wedding gitters."

"Three months before the wedding?" Spike looked back at his friend, sitting in a red leather chair. Spike stood tall before a three paned mirror, he flinched as the tailor stuck him with a needle.

"Please stand still, sir." He mumbled through shut lips as he held several pins in-between while trying to measure the hem around Spike's ankle. The store was a blue color, with suits of all kinds littered throughout on clothes racks, and shelves. Spike sighed and looked at himself. Tall and lean, his white suit shirt and black suit made him seem even more handsome then what he already was.

"Sorry," Spike muttered. He frowned. "I didn't see her, just heard her voice. I think I was in a cave or something, I don't know…" He shrugged his shoulders. Spike's hair was a dark greenish, brown color, his eyes were two-toned. One was darker than the other. He'd had surgery on the left when he was younger.

Vicious nodded. "If you're lucky, it'll be a recurring dream; maybe you'll get to see her the next time. Be sure to call me and tell me who your fantasy girl is, okay?" He smirked. Spike laughed and nodded his head. He glanced back at Vicious. Sometimes he worried about him, he had this darker side to him, and then again…Vicious didn't have the nicest of parents, and had, had a tough life. He looked up at Spike. "Oh yeah, did you say something about going to your Aunt's?" He yawned. He was dressed in a tan pants and a dark navy button down shirt. They both worked at the same law firm.

Spike nodded. "Shin said something about Annie wanting to me. She wants to give me something…" Spike wet his lips in thought. Spike never called her Aunt Annie, just Annie, that's how he'd always known her. Shin was his little cousin; he was two years younger than Spike. Shin's older brother, Lin had been killed over the past year in a car crash, and shortly after that, his mother Annie had been diagnosed with cancer; they gave her a year tops.

"A wedding gift?" Vicious ran his fingers through his hair as the tailor stuck Spike again, but this time in his side.

Spike grimaced and ignored the pain in his side. He shook his head. "Shin said it's something my father had given her before he died. He said to give it to me before I was to be married." Spike bowed his head. His father had died when he was twelve; his mother had died two days after he was born, from birth complications. His family had a rough time. He'd lived with Annie, Shin, and Lin after his father's death, but moved out when he went to law school.

Shin had idolized Spike ever since he was little, and they were really good friends. Shin was still finishing up his major in psychology. Being dubbed a prodigy, he graduated high school at the age of fifteen. He was now twenty-two and was going to be interviewed on the morning news for his new book on the minds of children.

"Hmm, sounds interesting." He nodded his head.

Spike rolled his eyes and smirked. Vicious snarled as his CP rang. "You live in your work man…" Spike trailed off as Vicious flicked him off.

"I told you not to file that Amy." Amy was Vicious's assistant; she had just entered law school herself. He looked at Spike and waited until he nodded. "I'll be there in about fifteen minutes—" He stopped and looked out the window. "Yeah, I know the traffic is bad, I'm running there." He mumbled. "Yeah, see you in a few." He hung up and jumped to his feet patting Spike on the shoulder. "Call me later tonight and tell me how things go, okay?"

Spike sighed and nodded his head. "Have fun…" Spike yawned. "What do you think about the dream?" He stared at the older man.

He was tall with black, balding hair. He blinked and shrugged his shoulder. "Don't ask me kid, I'm not good at those sorts of things." He nodded his head. "What do you think?"

Spike stared at himself in the mirror again, and nodded. "I'll take it." He smiled and closed his eyes.

Blackness…

Spike's brown eyes widened and he ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. "You okay sir?" The man questioned in concern. Spike turned and looked at him before nodding.

"Yeah, just felt a little dizzy, that's all." He let a feeble smile crawl across his lips.

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Annie's home was a split level house on the outskirts of the city. A nice neighborhood at one point, it now was laced with the workings of a local syndicate that was beginning to thrive throughout the city. He drove an old, antique Acura L2T. It was black, with leather interior. He sighed as he turned the corner onto Ellenwood Street, and then into a driveway two houses down.

Shin stood outside on the porch hanging a fall flag next to the main door and the metal glider. "Long time no see!" Spike shouted from the window as he rolled it down. He laughed as Shin nearly toppled over, startled by Spike's burst of excitement.

He smiled warmly and waved. "Yeah, and if you stopped by more often you wouldn't need to say that!" He protested. Spike rolled his eyes and nodded as he hopped out of the car and jogged up the steps. The house had a Victorian look to it. Slate roofs, something Mars had a wide abundance of in the ground, and exterior of the house had dark purple siding going all around.

Spike gave Shin a pat on the back and flopped down on the glider. He grimaced as it made a shrill squeak. "You should oil this…" he trailed off and peered in through the window behind him at the rounded living room. "How's Annie doing, anyhow?" He sighed as Shin bowed his head.

"Not good, she's on full bed rest, she can't walk anymore." Shin sighed and scratched the back of his head. "You want something to eat?" Spike nodded figuring it best not to press on the subject at hand.

"Sure," he pulled out his CP and dialed Julia's work number. "Yes, is Julia there?" He paused. "This is Spike, her fiancé…" He rolled his eyes and nodded his head. "Have her call me when she's done then." Spike hung up as he walked into the large kitchen.

"It'll be good once you two get moved into that house. There's a huge lake nearby…they say it's as old as the first colonies here on Mars." Spike smirked and nodded his head.

Mars had been lived on for over seven hundred years. There weren't too many advances in science, they were still battling against cancer, and new sicknesses were forming at a rapid pace. Spike's new home was an old place, and their back yard was a huge file mile wide lake. They told him that in the winter it all froze over and you could cross the entire surface by car. He shuttered at the thought and refused to ever do such a thing. The only reason he'd gotten the house was through family connections.

"Yeah, I guess so." He smiled when a piece of cold pizza was placed before him. If you hadn't been watching, you would have sworn he'd eaten it whole. "Can I see Annie now?"

Shin frowned. "Follow me," he escorted Spike to her room. "Mom, its Spike, he's here to see you now." Shin pointed inside and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Annie?" Spike piped.

He heard a harsh, loud coughing. "Over…" She coughed again. "Over here Spike." He walked around the lines of boxes towards her bed. Spike smiled despite his worried thoughts as he saw her. Old, and frail looking, and she was only fifty-five. Spike smiled and leaned forward to hug her.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

She chuckled. "Like shit, how about you?" Spike smiled, she still had that dry humor that everyone loved about her.

Spike shrugged. "I've seen better days; then again, I think we all have." He sat on the corner of the bed and stared at a picture of him, Shin, Lin and Annie. It was taken a year after his father's death. They were at an amusement park, it was taken on a rollercoaster, that Spike and Shin and bugged Annie into getting out. Her face was scribbled up and she was screaming at the top of her lungs while, Shin, Lin, and himself were laughing the entire time. Hair whipped back, grins gleaming. The three of them stared into the camera, knowing right where it was at.

She smiled. "It's under my beg, the red metal box, get it for me, will you Spike?" He blinked and did as she asked. The box was worn, and the left corner had taken a good beating. Spike looked at her. "Well, go ahead, open it boy." Spike smirked and lifted the lid. He blinked as his gaze fell upon a rusted old dagger. The blade was worn and red, the tip had chipped off. The handle, was tarnished, however there were fine jewels placed in the center that still held their shine.

"A dagger, this is the long awaited gift?" He looked at Annie oddly.

The room suddenly seemed hazed over…

"Use it when you find yourself in the blackness Spike…Help…"

Spike jumped to his feet and looked at Annie. "What'd you say?!" He shouted. Annie's voice had changed suddenly.

Annie was startled. "I said, your father wanted you to have it when you were to be married, that's all…" She frowned. "He got this when he was going to be married to your mother. It's been passed down from generation to generation ever since the family's bloodline has lived on his planet. All I know is that it seems to have been a very important item. I remember when I was little my mother was talking to my father…he said that he wasn't the one that it was waiting for." She coughed and looked up at him.

Spike's eyes narrowed. "Waiting for? What like a legend, or something?" He sat back on the bed. He was slightly amused by the value the piece of junk held for Annie.

She nodded. "To help the one in need," Spike's brown eyes grew wide and he could feel his palms begin to sweat. A strong wave of uneasiness began to settle over Spike. He tensed.

Annie blinked. "Spike, is there something wrong? I think it was just my parents talking, nothing to get worried over. I doubt you'll be the one they talked of. Not that I'm saying that in a bad way, or anything." She smiled. "Now come here and give me a hug for Gods sake."

Spike nodded, and with slight apprehension gave Annie an awkward hug. He stared at the red, beaten box, and didn't dare touch the blade. Fear was word to describe how was feeling, fear, and a foreboding knot in the pit of his stomach. "Thank you Annie," he breathed. He stared at the box again. "You've got me curious, do you know anything more about our families little legend we've got going around the family?" Spike smirked.

Annie stared at the bed. "No, you'll just know if you're the chosen one…" She chuckled. "You always want to know more Spike." She sighed. Annie yawned, covering her mouth.

Spike let a thin smile form across his face. "Why don't you get some rest, I need to get home anyway." He kissed her on the forehead and hesitantly took hold of the box.

"Spike," He turned as he was about to leave the room. "Stay safe, if you are the one, don't stop asking more questions, keep asking, and find the answers Spike…" He nodded and left the room shutting the door behind him.

"Shin," he called as he jogged down the staircase. "Shin, you got a bag I can use?" Spike plopped the box on the kitchen counter.

Shin was bending forward in front of an open fridge; he dug out a beer and grabbed another. "You want one?" he stood and jiggled it in front of himself as he looked at Spike.

"No, I'm gonna to get going. Julia wanted me to help pack some more tonight." Shin frowned and then nodded.

"Whatever man," Shin put the beer back on its shelf. "So…what'd she give you?" Shin scampered over to the box and started to lift the lid.

Spike's brown eyes widened and he leaned over slamming his hand on top of the lid. Shin backed away and grimaced, nearly dropping his beer. "Don't…" He looked at Shin sternly. "Don't touch it." He mumbled and leaned back on the chair before flopping forward and to his feet.

Shin turned his head to the side and with a smirk poked the box. "I touched it…" Spike snarled and checked him into the kitchen closet. "Jesus…back off, I was just joking with you. What, something you didn't expect from Annie?" Spike glared at Shin for pestering him with all these questions. Shin laughed. "What, is it that embarrassing? She give you a box of condoms or something?" He chuckled as Spike only became angrier.

"It's a dagger, there you happy now?" He pushed Shin aside and grabbed a plastic bag. Rippling his lips together Spike tossed the box and dagger into the bag and tied it tight.

"She…gave you a dagger?" Shin grinned in amazement. "What the hell are you going to do with it, let me see, is it cool looking?"

Spike grunted and pushed past Shin and headed towards the front door. "It's old, rusted, and chipped…" Spike walked towards the trash cans at the edge of the driveway.

Shin blinked. "What are you doing with it?" he pouted.

Spike gritted his teeth. "I'm throwing it out." He muttered, lifted the trash lip, dropped the bag in and closed the lid without a moment's hesitation. Shin shook his head in disbelief.

"Why, Annie gave that to you, from your father no less—"

"Will you back off Shin?" Spike's tone was harsh.

Shin stopped himself, and his lips parted as he gaped at Spike, he'd never seen him act this way. "I'm sorry…did Annie do something wrong?"

Spike shook his head. "I…the thing just creeps me out, I'd like it if you don't look at it, please?" He looked at Shin who nodded. "I'll be going then. Tell Annie I love her, I already said good-bye."

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Spike arrived back at his apartment two hours later. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Julia, I'm home…" He trailed off, smiling as he smelled something cooking. "Smells good in here," he put his keys on the nail in the wall to his right as he walked inside. To his left was a small coat closet. If he continued straight he'd go into the living room, followed by the kitchen, after that was the hallway with the bathroom, spare room, and his and Julia's bedroom. He pulled off his coat and pulled out a hanger and placed it on the metal pole and slid the closet door shut. He squinted as his eyes met with the glaring light bulb of the small lamp that sat on a small stool where you could put your shoes to dry if they were wet. "Damned thing…" he snarled and pulled the plug out of the wall.

"Hey Spike, I'm in here…" Spike walked into the living room and gawked as he saw Julia going through an old box of his. "You're good at drawing, you know that?" he beamed a grin. Julia had a cardboard box with his name on it, placed in front of her. Her right leg was bent and resting on the navy colored couch, while her left hung off, her barefoot rested on the white carpet, as her toes curled inward. She had papers, and drawings he'd done scattered along the coffee table, as she leaned her back into a big cotton pillow with blue and white pokeadots. She flipped through a page of one of his sketchbooks.

Spike's throat ran dry. "Hey, those are mine, can you not look at them…They're old, I don't draw anymore." He hopped onto the couch. The box nearly toppled over. She smirked and shook her head. "Julia, come on…" he pleaded trying to grab the sketchbook out of her hand, but she pulled it back.

Julia bowed her head. "I bought you an easel, so you'll have to start drawing again." She pointed to the corner of the room by the bay window that looked out over the city. His eyes glanced over the blank canvases placed nearby. His lips parted, the window was open so a chilly breeze blew around the room. Spike shivered. He walked over and shut the window.

"Julia…" He shook his head. "I haven't drawn anything since college—" She got up and kissed him.

"I just thought it'd be a nice surprise for you, that's all. Anyway, dinner will be ready in a moment. She handed Spike a pencil and his old sketch pad. Flipping through a few pages as he flopped down on the couch. A sketch of a statue that stood in the garden of the main campus of his college, then a single rose in a small vase. Shaking his head Spike tossed it on top of the coffee table. He reached behind him to where another glaring lamp beamed him in the eyes. He cursed under his breath and grabbed the television zapper and turned on the news.

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It was the middle of the night again. Julia slept silently next to him, while Spike laid on his back and raised his right hand into the air. "A weird dream, that was all…" He yawned, rolled onto his side and shut his eyes.

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He took a slow inhaled breath and got acclimated to his surroundings. It was the slick surface at a sharp angle again. Forcing back the pain in his body he opened his eyes. "Black…" He whispered.

"Help me…" He gritted his teeth and slowly slid down the wall. Looking around he suddenly noticed that he could make out the outlines of the cave wall, and see the water below him.

"Where is this, who are you?!" He shouted. Leaning towards the water he made a daring leap and grasped his hands around a sharp rock. He growled as he felt it cut into his skin. "Tell me who you are!" If this is what Annie was talking about, he'd keep asking questions.

She let out a sigh. "The cave Spike…"

His eyes widened. "How do you know who I am?!"

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He shot forward and jumped out of bed. Julia didn't wake up. His hands ached…he groaned and walked out of the room. He noted that the box had been moved, when he didn't stub his toes into the box. He winced, his hands were really hurting. Walking into the kitchen he flipped on the light switch. "Shit…" He muttered as he stared at his hands, coated in blood. Going to the sink tiny droplets fell to the ground, this was no dream, his hands really were cut…

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"Yeah, I know…" He spoke into the phone as he finished wrapping his wounds.

"Maybe you're sleepwalking?" Vicious yawned. It was early in the morning still. "Listen, can I call you later, unlike you I do have a job to tend to today." He yawned and hung up.

Spike frowned. This was really starting to bug him. "The dream, my hands, and that damned dagger…Annie too…" He chugged his glass of water down with two, Extra Strength Advil and hobbled to the couch and turned on the news. Turning it down low his gaze fell onto his sketchbook. "The cave…" He muttered.

His life in two days had been shot to hell; from perfect to horrific…and still, it was getting worse.

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Mid-afternoon had hit, and boredom set in fast. Spike stared at the ceiling from the couch in the living room. His lips were parted and he groaned and sat up. "Why me?" he muttered under his breath, his hands ached him. Staring down at his sketch pad a flashed image of the cave came crashing back into his mind and stuck, like a magnet to a fridge. Picking up the pencil and placing it firmly in his hand he took the sketch pad and flipped to a clean page. Shutting his eyes he pictured his hand on the smooth surface, and drew it in the right hand corner of the page. Perfectly drawn to perfection, the dream was slowly coming to life on the piece of paper. The sides of the cave wall were rough and jagged. Below was a gap where you'd go straight down for three feet before you feel into what he believed to be an underground river, the creator of the cave itself. Beyond that was a set of rocks, their sharp edges ready to bite at anything that tried to grab hold of it. He stared at the bandages on his hand. Towards the top left hand corner of the page he made a word bubble that read: Who are you?

He stopped drawing and stared down at it. Personally finding it to be one of the most surreal things he'd done since the age of eighteen, yet also one of the most realistic. He turned to another page and with shut eyes started to draw blindly. After two hours of drawing blind and flipping pages he closed the sketch book without looking at it and dropped the pencil to the table. He yawned and stood up. Julia would be home soon. He walked into the kitchen and got himself a snack.

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"Baby, I'm home!" Julia called. She hung her keys on a hook, and tugged off her coat, hanging it in the closet.

Spike didn't answer at first. He let out a muffled grunt of acknowledgement. "In here…" He trailed off.

Julia rippled her lips together in protest. "Are you eating? I was going to make chicken for dinner Spike, what are you doing?" She stopped when she found him in the living room. Papers were scattered in all directions once again. She smiled weakly. "You're drawing?" She smiled in anticipation and looked towards the easel, but frowned when she saw nothing was done to it. "Can I look?" Spike nodded weakly. "What it supposed to be…?" Spike took a bite out of his ham sandwich.

"Where are…" He trailed off and tore out the page and crumbled it. "I screwed up…" he mumbled. "Here, you can finish it." Spike handed Julia the ham sandwich and started to clean up the pictures. "Sorry for the mess..." He sighed when she tugged at his shirt. He smiled against her lips as she kissed him. "Julia…not now." He mumbled. She was in a purple silk shirt, and black slacks. Spike was dressed in navy scrub bottoms, and a white t-shirt.

She shook her head. "Come on…" She tugged him away from the living room. "What happened to your hands?" She questioned as Spike wrapped his arms around her lower waist.

Spike blinked and hesitated to respond. "Oh, I cut them while making the sandwich, that's all. I tried to catch the knife when I dropped it" He smirked as she shut the bedroom door behind them. She laughed nodding her head.

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Spike ran his right hand down Julia's side as he kissed her neck. "Faye," he breathed. Julia stopped dead in her tracks. She reeled back and let out a cry of surprise as she pulled the comforter back and tugged it around her frame. Her hair whipped back into her face, hiding her eyes from him as she stared at his blank face.

Julia bowed her head. "Spike," she shuddered.

Spike's lips parted and he stared up to where Julia once was. Leaning up on his elbows, he stared ahead at her, dumbfounded. "Julia, what are you doing?" He frowned, narrowing his eyes and rolled his eyebrows forward in confusion. She shook her head as she covered her mouth with a look of disgust on her face.

"You bastard, you cheating bastard!" she screamed as two steady streams of tears rolled off her cheeks. Spike's world that had been shot to hell, had just reached the core of the Earth. Where everything stood still, where there was no time. His life was at a standstill. He blinked and shook his head in disbelief.

"Julia…what are you talking about?" She threw a shoe at him and screamed out as she fell to her knees.

"Get out! I want you to get out!" She cried, bending forward. "How could you?!" She screamed again.

Spike sat up all the way and drew his knees to his chest. "What the hell are you talking about? Do what…? What did I do? Julia, tell me what's wrong?" She threw her other shoes at him and he ducked as it fell behind the bed board.

So, what do you guys think of chapter one? Different, I'll say that much. Faye's made her appearance throughout…soon; things are going to pick up with some nice interesting twists… +_+