Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 7*
Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2003 4:42 pm
Chapter 7 - Her Majesty -
In all my days as a bounty hunter I don't think I ever worked as hard as I did today. Doctor Zebb had said being a waitress would teach me patience, my response was I already had plenty of patience. But as I stand here in the shower, recalling the events of the day, I realized that I had NO patience. Unlike a bounty, I couldn't whip out a gun and hold it to the head of a customer if they were being a pain in my ass. I had to stand there with a smile on my face and wait for them to decided which flavoring they wanted in their latte. It was a nice feeling though, standing tired here in the shower, knowing that I had put in a full day of work and reaped the benefits from it. I found that I love being a waitress as well, I can read people like a book, so I act how they want me to act and get the big tips. It was like a little game I played in my head all day, I'd flirt with the guys, complement the women, or play with the kids. Whatever it took to get the biggest pay off in the end.
I climbed out of the shower and dried off, I couldn't wait to get in bed. I had stayed late to help clean up and then the girls took me out for drinks as a 'welcome to One World' kinda thing. I slipped on my pajamas and walked down the hall to my room. I passed by his room and recalled the events of this morning.
"It kinda reminds me of us, Faye"
I didn't just blush, I was bright red for the entirety of the morning. I couldn't look at him without getting just a tad lightheaded. I couldn't help but wonder why he had said that. Why he thought we went together 'Like a wink and a smile.' Why not Julia? I was dying to ask him what was going on in that lunkheaded brain of his. But I didn't have nearly enough courage, well yet anyway. I had called doctor Zebb during my lunch break to poise the question to her.
"What do you think he meant by that?"
"I think it's pretty obvious Faye."
"No, not me, not in that way..."
"I don't know what he's thinking Faye. But he's obviously found something in you."
"What about Julia? He was in love with her for YEARS!"
"But she's dead Faye. Just like you moved on after his death, he's moved on after hers. And it looks like he's done some thinking."
"Hmm, I didn't think that man could get over her."
"People change, you've changed if you haven't noticed."
"Turn and face the strange."
"Exactly"
So I figured, starting tomorrow, maybe. I would give him the benefit of the doubt and not act like such an ice queen to him. I was still standing there in front of his room, I heard a muffled cry through the door. I went to open the door, my hand hovered over the handle. I stood there knowing fully that opening this door meant opening myself to him, I quietly pushed the door open and stepped in. I looked down at his sleeping figure only to see him in a sweat, thrashing around. I walked over and sat on the bed unsure of what I could do for him, he had thrown off all of his blankets, he was so sweaty. I did the first thing that came into my mind. I gently took his head and set it on my lap. I gently combed through that unruly mop of hair. It wasn't working at all, he just kicked hard and his head jolted around in my lap. I did the next thing I could think of, sing.
"Once was there was a way
to get back homeward
Once there was a way
to get back home,
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
smiles await you when you rise
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way
to get back homeward
Once there was a way
to get back home,
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby"
He finally settled down, into a peaceful sleep.
"Spike..."
I quietly left his room, hoping I didn't wake him and made my way to my room. I laid in bed thinking about the events that just occurred, I worried for him. I don't know what he was dreaming, but it was obviously terrible. I wondered if he had dreams like that all the time and I just never cared enough to notice, or I was too afraid to notice. I fell asleep with a heavy weight of thoughts in my head.
I woke up the next morning bright and early, I decided just to forget the events of last night and not bring it up. I cleaned up, ate breakfast, and left out a fruit salad for the boys for breakfast. I went to my room to do some relaxation yoga, another doctor Zebb suggestion. I was in my favorite position, one in which my legs were up on the wall and my back was laying flat on the floor with my arms extended at my sides. I was just getting into the relaxation breathing, when my door slid open. I didn't bother to open my eyes to greet whomever was there.
"What were you doing in my room last night?"
He sounded annoyed, well, more annoyed than usual. I didn't open my eyes and continued with my breathing
"Excuse me?"
"You know what I mean Faye, now stop messing around. What were you doing in
my room last night?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
There was a period of silence, I could tell he was ticked. I just didn't want to say anymore, I had hoped he wouldn't find out. This wasn't going according to my plan, so I ignored it, I'd blow it off.
"Fine Faye, play that little game. When you feel like being a mature adult, come talk to me."
He huffed out of the room and slammed the door. I sat up into simple sitting pose, I was pushing. I was a paradox, I pulled people in like I did last night, yet when they pull me, I push them away. I was like a brick wall, I wondered when I became this way. This cold, was it really all his fault or was I just using him as an excuse. Something to talk about in my next session I guess. I stood up, still pondering the current situation and headed off to work.
It started the same as yesterday. I took my lunch break, and headed back onto shift. I went to take Meghan, another waitress's, place on shift.
"You need to take table five, she just go here."
"Can do."
I walked over to table five and stopped dead in my tracks. The woman at the table was blonde, an angel and a devil. The woman I loved to hate, there in flesh and blood in front of me. I fought off every urge I had to sprint to the bathroom. She pulled off her dark sunglasses and looked at me.
"Hello, Faye Valentine."
In all my days as a bounty hunter I don't think I ever worked as hard as I did today. Doctor Zebb had said being a waitress would teach me patience, my response was I already had plenty of patience. But as I stand here in the shower, recalling the events of the day, I realized that I had NO patience. Unlike a bounty, I couldn't whip out a gun and hold it to the head of a customer if they were being a pain in my ass. I had to stand there with a smile on my face and wait for them to decided which flavoring they wanted in their latte. It was a nice feeling though, standing tired here in the shower, knowing that I had put in a full day of work and reaped the benefits from it. I found that I love being a waitress as well, I can read people like a book, so I act how they want me to act and get the big tips. It was like a little game I played in my head all day, I'd flirt with the guys, complement the women, or play with the kids. Whatever it took to get the biggest pay off in the end.
I climbed out of the shower and dried off, I couldn't wait to get in bed. I had stayed late to help clean up and then the girls took me out for drinks as a 'welcome to One World' kinda thing. I slipped on my pajamas and walked down the hall to my room. I passed by his room and recalled the events of this morning.
"It kinda reminds me of us, Faye"
I didn't just blush, I was bright red for the entirety of the morning. I couldn't look at him without getting just a tad lightheaded. I couldn't help but wonder why he had said that. Why he thought we went together 'Like a wink and a smile.' Why not Julia? I was dying to ask him what was going on in that lunkheaded brain of his. But I didn't have nearly enough courage, well yet anyway. I had called doctor Zebb during my lunch break to poise the question to her.
"What do you think he meant by that?"
"I think it's pretty obvious Faye."
"No, not me, not in that way..."
"I don't know what he's thinking Faye. But he's obviously found something in you."
"What about Julia? He was in love with her for YEARS!"
"But she's dead Faye. Just like you moved on after his death, he's moved on after hers. And it looks like he's done some thinking."
"Hmm, I didn't think that man could get over her."
"People change, you've changed if you haven't noticed."
"Turn and face the strange."
"Exactly"
So I figured, starting tomorrow, maybe. I would give him the benefit of the doubt and not act like such an ice queen to him. I was still standing there in front of his room, I heard a muffled cry through the door. I went to open the door, my hand hovered over the handle. I stood there knowing fully that opening this door meant opening myself to him, I quietly pushed the door open and stepped in. I looked down at his sleeping figure only to see him in a sweat, thrashing around. I walked over and sat on the bed unsure of what I could do for him, he had thrown off all of his blankets, he was so sweaty. I did the first thing that came into my mind. I gently took his head and set it on my lap. I gently combed through that unruly mop of hair. It wasn't working at all, he just kicked hard and his head jolted around in my lap. I did the next thing I could think of, sing.
"Once was there was a way
to get back homeward
Once there was a way
to get back home,
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
smiles await you when you rise
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way
to get back homeward
Once there was a way
to get back home,
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby"
He finally settled down, into a peaceful sleep.
"Spike..."
I quietly left his room, hoping I didn't wake him and made my way to my room. I laid in bed thinking about the events that just occurred, I worried for him. I don't know what he was dreaming, but it was obviously terrible. I wondered if he had dreams like that all the time and I just never cared enough to notice, or I was too afraid to notice. I fell asleep with a heavy weight of thoughts in my head.
I woke up the next morning bright and early, I decided just to forget the events of last night and not bring it up. I cleaned up, ate breakfast, and left out a fruit salad for the boys for breakfast. I went to my room to do some relaxation yoga, another doctor Zebb suggestion. I was in my favorite position, one in which my legs were up on the wall and my back was laying flat on the floor with my arms extended at my sides. I was just getting into the relaxation breathing, when my door slid open. I didn't bother to open my eyes to greet whomever was there.
"What were you doing in my room last night?"
He sounded annoyed, well, more annoyed than usual. I didn't open my eyes and continued with my breathing
"Excuse me?"
"You know what I mean Faye, now stop messing around. What were you doing in
my room last night?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
There was a period of silence, I could tell he was ticked. I just didn't want to say anymore, I had hoped he wouldn't find out. This wasn't going according to my plan, so I ignored it, I'd blow it off.
"Fine Faye, play that little game. When you feel like being a mature adult, come talk to me."
He huffed out of the room and slammed the door. I sat up into simple sitting pose, I was pushing. I was a paradox, I pulled people in like I did last night, yet when they pull me, I push them away. I was like a brick wall, I wondered when I became this way. This cold, was it really all his fault or was I just using him as an excuse. Something to talk about in my next session I guess. I stood up, still pondering the current situation and headed off to work.
It started the same as yesterday. I took my lunch break, and headed back onto shift. I went to take Meghan, another waitress's, place on shift.
"You need to take table five, she just go here."
"Can do."
I walked over to table five and stopped dead in my tracks. The woman at the table was blonde, an angel and a devil. The woman I loved to hate, there in flesh and blood in front of me. I fought off every urge I had to sprint to the bathroom. She pulled off her dark sunglasses and looked at me.
"Hello, Faye Valentine."