Hello Minna San.....well I'm back with a new Story. I want to say that all the reviews for my last story really meant so much to me. I hope that this story is to your liking as well.
Oh I almost forgot to mention that I don't own this anime...what a shame ne?
Chapter One
Tittle: Returning home
Author: Angee
Rating: R
He had returned.
After two days of worrying over his fate, whether he lived or not.
He had returned.
It was surreal the way he marched back into their lives.
They were all watching the news trying to figure out if there was any news about him.
Sadly there was none.
They have even gone in search of him, but when they got there to those dreadful steps, all they found was rubble.
When he returned they were all glued to the screen again, watching the news. He grumbled or hissed they were not sure.
When the three of them whipped their heads around looking at the direction of the noise, they all froze.
He was standing there all bruised up, blood seeping and staining his yellow shirt. His goofy grin forced as the obvious pain coursed through his beaten up body.
He was going to say something when the last bit of his strength left his body and he began to fall down forward.
Expecting the hard fall she shut his eyes tightly.
But the pain never came and neither did the contact of his body with the hard, cold, metal floor.
Why?
Instead of the cold and hard steel, he felt warm soft mounds. What? He wondered. He felt a few movements, up and down and it seemed forced, labored, like someone trying hard to breath.
Breath?
He opened his eyes slowly and let his gaze focus. That soft warm feeling against his skin, the soft mounds, that's when he realized what it was, well rather, who it was.
"Faye"
That was all that he could muttered before darkness consumed him.
Faye had watched in awe and relief when Spike stood by the entrance, his lanky form heaving with every breath he took. Why didn't he called them? She wondered. She made a move to go to him, when she stopped and saw his mouth move, but then he lost it and began to fall.
Without hesitation she leapt from her spot and ran to him to break his fall. Funny that his face landed on her breasts. But she was happy, relieved, angry, and most importantly alive once again.
She was brought out of her reverie when he spoke her soft name "faye" he had said in a soft tone that made her heart skip a beat. It sounded intimate so tender rolling from his tongue and out of his soft lips.
She couldn't help the tears that spilled, she couldn't stop the hiccups that threatened to consume her body, all she knew was that he was back and into their lives, her live and this time she would not let it pass this chance.
But first get him to a hospital girl.
His eyes flickered and then bright light made him shut them tightly. How many times did he do this and still could not anticipate the burning sensation?
Why the hell would they keep the light to the room on even in the nights?
Oh that's right, he remembered. He didn't want to wake up in the darkness, he was afraid.
Spike spigeal afraid? Yes. For weeks he would wake up from his nightmares. The ones that were his julia was taken from him, the ones were his "surrogate mother" Annie was also snuffed from his life. The ones were vicious still hunted him.
He would wake in a sweat panting heavily, only to be soothed by a soft hand to his forehead.
A hand that would rake their fingers through his messy hair and then begin to hum a soft tune. He didn't know who this hand belonged to for three nights. Then when he as finally able to tell he was shocked.
He could remember waking up around two in the morning screaming, pleading, then trying to find something to hold tight. That's when he felt the soft hand on his cheek and the body it belonged to sit on the bed.
Without questions he wrapped his arms around this body and wept like a child, and like a child this body began to rock back and forth saying sweet words. The more he was rocked the more he tightened his grip. That's when the person hissed in pain from the embrace.
"Spike not so tight" that voice. It was her, Faye. But why would she even care or bothered to help him? Why was she even there in the first place?
But instead of pushing her away, he ignored her discomfort and hugged her even tighter. To his surprise she sighed and put her arms around him as well.
That was the same routine for weeks.
Sometimes they would talk and that really helped. Faye was being civil with him and that shocked him. He found out that she was staying in the hospital in his room for a while now.
She, well, jet had told him that the first two nights when he was alone, that he would wake up screaming making the nurses rush in and try to calm him down, but he would shove them. Even one of the nurses sprang her ankle.
The third night, Faye was visiting and had stayed later because Jet had to pick up ed from a mission she put herself in, and since he had dropped Faye he couldn't come to her sooner.
That night when Spike had his little Episode faye was startled. Three nurses came in and tried to sedate him, but he knocked all there of them to the ground. Faye wanting to sooth him, help him, brought her arms around his frame and placed his head on her bosom in a comforting matter.
He stopped wiggling and swinging his fists and hugged her back. The nurses were amazed and immediately asked that she stayed with him for as long as these episodes continued to occur.
Spike was well known in the hospital by now. Since his screams would wake even the comatose patients. But now the nightmares were stopping and he was actually getting the rest his body so badly needed and desired.
The light stun his vision again, but he didn't care. He sat up on the bed and looked around the hospital room. His eyes stopped as he spotted a figure that was starring out of the window. Her back straight and her forehead against the glass.
He caught himself starring at her. No longer was she wearing that yellow outfit. No she was wearing jeans, jeans for god's sake. And a turtle neck sweater. Well of course she would wear that since it was probably 20 degrees outside. And the snow that was falling probably didn't help much.
She felt his gaze on her and involuntarily shivered. His presence always set her skin on fire. She couldn't deny it. She had told him so before he left. Well in a matter of speaking. But he had left anyways, to see if he was living in a dream, and with his departure he took with him a part of her soul and her heart.
Faye took in a deep breath and tore her own gaze from the beautiful sight outside the window. The city being covered in snow.
She turned around and their eyes locked.
"How long have I been here?" well that wasn't the question he wanted to say or the one she wanted to hear.
She smiled and his eyes blinked once or twice. Faye smiling? Really smiling?
"About three months" she sat on the couch and he watched as her breasts jumped a little from such movement. He felt his cheeks burn and wanted to look away, but his body didn't respond.
She raised an eyebrow at his behavior and rose from the couch. She walked over to him and placed her soft hand on his forehead "your fever is gone, but why are your cheeks flushed?" he didn't hear anything she said. His mind had shut off completely the moment she touched him.
Why was this happening?
"Spike are you okay? Do you need anything?"
He snapped out of his trance and looked directly into her eyes. Emeralds, rich green emeralds.
Why didn't I notice how beautiful they were?
"Spike?" she had moved towards the right side of the bed and was about to press the nurse call button.
"I'm fine" he said softly. She nodded and moved back towards the couch "where's jet? Wait don't answer that, when can I leave this place?"
She shrugged her shoulders and sat down "I was told that once your fever went down that I could take you back home"
"Then I could leave tomorrow" he said not asked.
She giggled a little "I guess so, but the doctor said you will be on bed rest for at least another three weeks" he groaned out of frustration "I need to get out of bed not go and crawl into another one"
Faye rolled her eyes "Spike you're lucky that you're even alive, those wounds you received could or rather should have killed you"
"I should be dead" after those words were said, silence took over the room and she fell back onto the couch. Her breath felt as if it had been sucked out of her.
He watched her. Why would she care if I live or not? Everyone, everything I loved is dead, lost gone forever.
She felt tears at the edge of her eyes coming out. She took a deep breath to calm down. The way he said that hurt her. The way he made his life seem like it was nothing tore her to pieces.
Faye stood up looked at him once and then walked over to the door. He watched her not saying a word to stop her. She looked at her hand that was slowly turning the knob to the door "you know contrary to what you may want to believe, there are people who want you to live and be part of their lives"
He heard the door close as she left.
Spike couldn't remember when his bed was this soft or how nice his room smelled. Hell he couldn't even remember the last time he actually saw the floor. Not a clutter in sight.
The trip back to the beebop had been a strange one. Faye had not been there. She had left the night before after those little words had been said. The next morning Jet had come to pick him up. He wanted to ask where Faye was but held his tongue back.
Jet did most of the talking and Spike answered with a "yes" or a "hn". Once inside the ship he realized that Faye was not there to greet him either. That hurt him or at least stirred something within the depths of his heart.
It would be another two days before he could see her. He had asked jet to wheeled him to the couch he love so much and then help him lay down. After an hour he felt his eye lids begin to get heavy and sleep almost consuming him.
The hangar to the ship opened making that loud sound. He mustered all of his strength and propped himself on his elbows and looked over the couch trying to see who that was.
Her heels made that sound that annoyed him irritated his nerves, but right now that sound calmed him soothed his worries. Worry? Fucking no, that woman is a fucking nuisance.
He came out of his thoughts when she laughed. Laughed in a nice way. Why is she laughing?
"Come on faye it would be fun" said a male voice
who the hell is that?
Now he really wanted to see.
"Fun? Your idea of Fun is watching two idiot sluts pummel one another in the mud"
Spike saw her enter the livingroom area. His heart rate seemed to have sped up upon seeing her. Again she was wearing jeans and a sweater, but these were clinging to her body more and showing her assets.
Their eyes locked like in the hospital. She stopped.
"Faye but I think it would be fun when they grab their...." the man also stopped when he bumped into Faye.
The man looked over the top of her head since he was really tall and focused on Spike. Th three of them just watched each other. Spike narrowed his eyes at the man behind Faye. The man having sensed something Faye nor Spike could see, smirked.
He put a hand on Faye's hip leaned into her ear and whispered "who's the punk?"
Spike was seething on the inside. His teeth clenched tightly.
Was this why she left the hospital? Why she wasn't here? This man?
I guess he didn't want to stay in his room. That lunkhead.
She sighed and began to walk making the man drop his hand and Spike breath in and out in contentment. What's the matter with me?
She wanted to be in control "Hey Spike" smooth and collected that was the way her voice sounded.
Spike never tore his gaze from the man who was right behind Faye, like a little dog. She stopped near the couch "hey yourself" though he sounded fine, there was anger in the words.
She smiled "alright then, Elliot lets go" she turned to the man.
Elliot? That's this fruit cake's name?
"Wait" he called out to her
Now what the hell possessed me to do that?
She turned back to Spike ignoring Elliot's hand that found its way to her hip once again "what is it spike?" she asked in a sweet way
Her eyes searched his and his hers "where have you been?" now his voice was a little colder
Before she could answer though, Elliot took her hand and kissed it "she was with me of course"
Now spike didn't care about the men she was with, but this creep was getting to him, really getting to him "I believe that I've asked her not you buddy"
uh oh
Faye looked him straight in the eyes trying to figure out what was going though his head. Elliot smirked wider so this guy's into her? Too bad that I snatched the little vixen for myself.
Oblivious to the stare both men were exchanging, Faye began to walk away in the direction of her room. Elliot was about to follow when a hand around his elbow stopped him. He turned around to see spike glaring at him and trying not to fall "and where do you think you are going?" and these was a warning.
Elliot pulled his arm away "after faye of course, where else?"
Spike stood tall forgetting about his sore muscles "No! You're walking out of here"
"Oh sorry pal but faye and I are on our way to a very romantic date. She just came to change then we're off"
Spike snorted "Listen Pal no one touches what's mi..." he stopped talking, he didn't want to admit anything.
This was absurd, he didn't care about that wench, he didn't care in the least.
Damn fucking shit. This woman is going to drive me nuts.
"What were you going to say buddy?"
"Shut the fuck up. Get the hell out of here" he grabbed Elliot's shit collar and at that moment Faye walked in to the room. She gasped and rushed to their side
"What the hell are you doing Spike?" he let go of Elliot
"He was just helping me stand. Isn't that right buddy?"Spike let himself fall back on the couch and Faye knelt by him
"are you sure you're okay Spike? Where's jet anyways?" he smiled and looked into her eyes.
"He went out with Ed something about getting some descent food or something" he closed his eyes
Faye turned to Elliot "Elliot maybe we should do this some other time?" Elliot was pissed and Spike had a sly smirk on his lips. They both glared at each other "But Faye this is not something we can postpone since it's hard to get reservations at this restaurant. And you've been dying to go there"
She brought her thumb nail to her mouth and began to nip at it. Spike knew that this was her habit when she was thinking about decisions. What right did he have to stop her from dating?
Well I don't like that guy.
But why now? Why not when she dated those other fools?
I don't fucking know okay. I just don't want him touching her or looking at her
Possessive, in denial, flustered...yup you got it bad
I don't got anything bad. I just think she could do better
yeah like who? You?
Arrr. Shut up
He took in a deep breath "go on Faye have fun" she blinked and looked down at him "what?" he chuckled lightly "go on I'll be fine" she stood up "alright but if Jet's no here and you need anything I have my Com device okay. Just give me a call or something"
Elliot's eye twitched oh I'll make sure you don't get that call. I wont let him ruin my plans.
"Late Spike" he waved a hand and gave Elliot one last glare.
That creep better not try anything she doesn't want.
He spent the next two hours thinking over the events. Why exactly did he care all of the sudden. He shouldn't. Julia was the one he loved and will always loved. Not faye. Not the bitch tomboy. Not the only one who gave him warmth and comfort while he was in the hospital.
He shook his head. Damn this is not good. I can't be falling for her. Can I? Well why not? She's lonely I'm lonely. That's it I'm just lonely. But...nah I can't fall for that woman she's nothing but trouble.
Spike heard the hangar open and watched as Faye hurriedly walked passed him and was heading for her room. She looked angry and his eyes caught sight of her dress that was torn a bit. He stood up and with resolve made his way towards her room. He was about to know when the door was opened slightly.
Spike saw Faye sitting on her bed, the dress she wore hanging by her waist as her top was left naked. He saw her milky skin and wanted to touch it kiss it taste it. He saw as she lifted her arms and the sides of her breasts could be seen, he was enjoying the sight until she gave out a little cry. That alarmed him. He saw as she put a hand to her side and wince in pain "Faye?" he walked in.
Faye covered herself "what do you want?" she snapped and he almost stopped, but he noticed the blood and hurried to her side "what happened to you?"
"Nothing okay nothing happened" she slapped his hand away from her, but he persisted and looked at her wound. He ignored her bare chest and concentrated on the wound at her side. He knew this kind of wound it was the kind you get from a knife "he did this didn't he?" she took in a deep breath and regretted it "yes"
His rage was boiling over, but surprisingly he kept it in control. He stood up and walked out and headed to the bathroom. He came back with the first aid kit and knelt down again "you know the drill" she nodded and dropped her hand from the wound and raised the other so he could work. Spike began to disinfect the wound and she put her head on his shoulder to keep from screaming. That action made it difficult for him to concentrate and the fact the his arm kept brushing against her breast which was so near "what happened?"
Faye closed her eyes and breathed in, her breath tickling his neck "he tried to hard to get into my pants and I made it clear I didn't want that. I guess he didn't like that" she began to laugh "that's not funny faye" she brought her head back up "yeah well why do you even care?" he put the bandage around her avoiding her question.
They were in silence neither wanting to speak. He stood up and walked over to the door as he was making his exit "thank you Spike" he nodded and closed the door.
He leaned against her door and closed his eyes he will pay for touching what's not his.
A/N okay....how the hell was that for a beginning? Spike has some issues don't you think? Next time I'll have him confront little Elliot without Faye knowing of course. Spike will become sort of her Guardian her little shadow. He doesn't like it when she starts dating again and she is getting pissed with the way their relationship will be heading. You let me know what you want
Angee.