Lost and winter's on the way
And the air is craving in
And the streets are crumbling
But you are with me
Under the downtown city lights
We become statues without eyes
Barely audible
We're froze in time
I have you where I want you
Oh and I need to look away
When the jets are overhead
And the storm is closing in
Yeah something is happening
Beneath the modern cold high rise
We become statues without eyes
Stand at attention
They all align
I have you where I want you
Then it all aligns
It all aligns
I have you where I want you
We are statues without eyes
We were statues without eyes
We are statues without eyes
Faye went rigid at the contact and she glanced up at him uncertainly.
"So, Romani, cat got your tongue?" He watched her as his lips curled into a faint smile.
Faye looked away as she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he was quick, trapping her wrists within his hands.
"Once there was a tiger striped cat … " he continued softly, the smile reaching his eyes as he gazed down at her. When he felt her small hands tighten into fists, he knew how much she probably wanted to punch his lights out at that moment. Faye was a little thing, but she had a lot more strength than men gave her credit for; he, however, wasn't one of them. But he made sure that his grip was secure.
Faye glared at him, not believing that he would actually try to subject her to that stupid cat story she'd overheard him reciting to Jet when he thought he was leaving for good. She refused to stay silent through a retelling. She fought the urge to punch something, preferably his face since, unfortunately, her hands were tied up in his.
"What do you want, Spike?" she asked, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Come back to the ship."
"Why?"
"I've already told you why."
"Why should I believe anything you have to say?"
"Jet wants you to come back. Believe me, I'm only doing this for him." Spike winced inwardly as he realized he had slipped up. His thoughts drifted momentarily as he wondered to himself why he was even bothering trying to convince her to return. Still, he wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, and he wasn't about to back off now.
"So?" he grinned idiotically and leaned in towards her face.
"So, was that kiss was from Jet, too?" Faye asked testily, tugging slightly to see whether his grip lessened at all. But she had noticed the almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his eye, and knew that she'd thrown him, even if just a little.
She took the opportunity to wrench herself from his grasp, ignoring his surprised protest, and she dashed out of the tavern to retreat to the safety of her ship.
The pod of the Redtail closed with a hiss, and she wearily slumped against the glass as she recalled the mysterious smile he had given her. Something in the way he'd looked at her had made her breath catch, something in the hidden depths of his eyes hinting at something that he wouldn't say.
She could still feel the impact of his mouth, could still remember the feel of his lips against hers. She rubbed her lips with trembling fingers, as if to erase the taste, of cigarettes with a hint of finality, or possibility.
It had scared her. He scared her.
A tap on the pod glass snapped her out of her reverie, and she twisted in her seat to see Spike reaching to knock on the glass again.
"Open up," he mouthed silently, staring at her with an unfathomable look on his face.
She stared back, expressionless, then shook her head as she turned away.
"Open the damn hatch, Faye," he repeated impatiently, knocking harder on the glass.
She knew he wouldn't leave her alone until she did so. Finally she depressed the button, and as the air from the outside wafted into the pod, she closed her eyes and lay back against the seat.
"What?" she asked wearily, suddenly tired of it all, tired of him, tired of trying to figure him out.
"Faye," Spike said, leaning against the open hatch, his hands in his pockets. His voice was muted, as if from somewhere far away."There's something I've been trying to tell you."
Faye listened, her eyes still closed. She didn't really care what he had to say. She needed to get away from him, from the ship, to be somewhere else where she felt in control of her life. She wasn't in control around him. He made her ache, and she was tired of worrying over him, worrying about what he was thinking, worrying about how she felt about him. She didn't want to feel anything for him. She just wanted to move on with her life.
She turned towards him, waiting for him to continue.
He drew in a sigh as he felt her eyes on him.
"When I came back, when I saw you standing there ..." he said, avoiding her eyes. "I thought, what the hell is she still doing here? But then when I looked at your face -- after you hit me -- " he grinned at her as she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
He sighed again and looked down at his shoes, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"When I looked at your face, all I could think was, she's still here. And I was ... I don't know, I ... it felt ... right."
Faye let the meaning of his words sink in. Neither of them knew what to say, each unsure of the other.
Finally, Spike broke the silence.
"So, are you coming back?" he asked, still looking down.
"Yeah," she answered quietly.
