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@neverletsgo cont.

The incredible life of Spike Spiegel was practically an enigma. It was not a case of what was your lowest point as the real question was what was your highest? He had so many low points in his life that he lived it. Wades with it. Accepts that anything can happen in the next hour or so, and the best he can do is flow with it because he was mentally prepared to accept his fate at any time.

Jet was remarkable. Always keeping him in line, giving him a reason to keep waking up the next day. But this kind of feeling doesn’t just magically leave someone like Spike. Things were shitty, and he had to try and make the best of them. But sometimes things were especially shitty and not even the better things can lift him up. He’s had those. Jet has seen him at his worst from the beginning, and he saw it at the potential end. Not since then has he found his all-time-low, and frankly he was glad about that.

Word’s calmed him, or maybe it was just Jet’s tone in general. He seemed to have that kind of effect when he wanted to. Spike was not the most affectionate one, but he was getting better. Learning that even just a simple touch would send him in a better relaxed state than before. And so he did things sometimes. Sometimes he’d come back from a hunt, go straight to the captain in his chair and straddle him just to be held. Those times he didn’t need words; just actions. Just to be grounded and know he wasn’t going to lose himself. It came from being touch-starved.

But now, he just decides to lean over slightly, resting his head on a broad shoulder in quiet silence as he ponders what he wanted to say, if anything. “…You know when everything that use to make sense to you just kind of fell out of your hands? And suddenly you don’t have anything left? …It’s where I was. Think you might’ve already gathered that.”

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He relaxes into her weight over him. Body pressed comfortably in their shared serenity. Long fingers gently comb through the roots of long, golden locks that pour over his chest. Their breathing syncs, and they’ve shared a silence despite the many words he’s wanted to say. But he can only whisper her name, and it feels like candy to his tongue.

But he wishes the tears staining his cheeks were that of blissful happiness. To have her in her arms and to have finally found the beginning of a new, beautiful chapter. He feels his torso’s soaked under a stinging pain and he feels himself silently pleading not to be dragged out of this. Her body, despite his strength to hold her there on top of him, goes limp and turns to roll off the couch. Over black leather is coated in blood, but he knew her bullet wound was posterior. His arms are caked in her blood, but it’s the gash over his torso that that keeps him from turning over and picking her up. It hurts, it’ll break his stitches if he rolls over with her, and Jet will have to sew him back up again like a damn rag doll.

And just when he wakes up, naturally she’s not there. The soaked bandages are only that of his sweat. He’s gasping, feeling as if he had been choked from the inside. The lights are on, so Jet must be walking around. Faye had gone off somewhere -- since they picked up the lunkhead, Faye has been significantly upset with him and distanced herself for a while, no estimate for when she would be back.

Spike slowly sits up from the couch and runs his fingers through sweat coated curls. He needs a shower, but he doesn’t wanna reflect on his sleep. On any of the previous events that ended his past life. Right now, he decides to stir away from them and push up on his feet, scooping up the pack of cigarettes before making towards the bridge.

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❝ The bad’s been slowly getting worse. ❞

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Well that was unsettling.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t noticing it himself, but it was either a bit of apathy or optimism that settled Spike from speaking up. From the sound of it, knowing Jet has probably tried looking at all and every angle he could imagine, the man seems just about on his way to throwing in the towel. Even the next sentence could be it.

As they loom over the orbit of Ganymede, there stood the gaze on the deep blue moon. It was probably the best place to run to when their cards are on the table. Spike is leaning against the occupied captain’s chair in silence, waiting to see if Jet were going to finish this thought. Follow it up with a plan or solution, but the sentence fell silent. What now was a common question as often enough they found themselves starving and scurrying for whatever between bounties. But the gaps were widening, and by this point it begs the question if this were really worth killing themselves over. Something will come up, they hope each morning.

“What’s the plan?” He asks, his voice smooth and controlled as he was willing for anything. “Dock us and find something to do?”

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“For you.” Before Spike, Jet sets down a glass of whiskey, chilled but not over ice. Ever since the older found out the others favored brand he made a point to have it always on hand. “Drink up. You earned it.”

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“Hm?”

Bourbon eyes meet the glass of dark whiskey placed gingerly before him. Generous, he’d once say. But this kind of sentiment was more aching to understanding. A gesture. A soft, tired smile peeks from his lips as long indexes rest around the cold glass, his form at its slumped posture as he rests his elbows against the bar. “I didn’t get you anything,” he teases off-handedly before taking a sip. Oh, the good stuff. He barely minds the burn in the back of his throat as the drink slides smoothly over his tongue, and with a soft exhale he can taste everything that made the younger man so tired and drawn. Jet really did know how to treat this man.

“You didn’t have to spoil me” he says, his smoky voice content as he cradles his glass in his hands..

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❝ I want you to stay. ❞

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He could recall those words from the past. Demands towithhold himself from climbing in the Swordfish and flying off to somewhere he’sitching on impulse. Attempts to talk him out of it, threats to not welcome himback on the ship, the whole thing, anything to convince him not to throwhimself off that ship. Those times he was thoughtless, found one goal andselfishly went to pursue it.

And when the older says it again, Spike can’t help but thinkback on them. He never can. No amount of apologies in the world could make upfor his thoughtless actions that nearly shattered their friendship. Jet wasmade of something stronger than he thought he deserved, and for once he doesn’twant to challenge those words. Partially because he was too tired to do so, andhe quite liked Jet where he was. Head hooked against his neck as they laidrestless in the dark, dimly lit Captain’s quarters. Smoky breath gracing hiscollarbone as his arm is wrapped around the larger man, lightly grazing nailsagainst the skin of his back. The other is tired, likely only winding down what’sleft in his mind before he fades out, but Spike doesn’t let that statement fallfrom their fingers.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs, hoping those words will settle some thoughts before the older drifts into Dreamland.

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“Sit STILL and SHUT UP.”

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Brow twitches over the rise of his voice erupting from theolder. It had worked, startling him to do as he was told as Jet tends to hisfresh wounds. The same old story, getting into some sticky shit and barelyskidding his way out of death yet again. Most of the time he trusted hisinstincts – they have always been enough to get him through the thick ofthings. But the more he just grazes past death, the angrier his partner gets.Reasonably so. He wasn’t being careful enough.

Spike had settled down a little bit, squeezing fists as Jetapplies alcohol and pressure to the good scars making him look like he hadtaken a dip into the garbage disposal. He’s silent in the meantime as Jetbegins bandaging him. He can’t stay quiet for long; not while the air is thickwith tension.

“…Sorry.”

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Incoming- there he is. The biggest nerd. Jumping down from upper decking to collide with the taller man, grin wide on his face, a switch in his hand. "Happy New Year, yah giant loser. Here, flip this switch !"

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Hiro was keen enough to know just how quiet he needed to be to surprise the older that Spike had definitely been subjected to the tackle. With a furious growl, he suddenly remembers why he didn’t like kids -- it was times like these did it come to him -- but his expression turns curious when the switch is offered. He only looks at it for a hesitant second, and without question -- for what’s the worst that could happen? -- he flips it.

The sound of explosives startle him, and for a panicking second he’s afraid this kid has gone fucking insane and decided to blow them sky high. He quickly shoves Hiro off of him, and darts over to the nearest windows where the navigation room. All the meanwhile, he can hear Jet’s anger ringing through his brain for something he had stupidly gone along with... but when he sees the fireworks through the window, all of the panic begins to sink in the ground. It’s just a mixture of surprise, awe, confusion... Hands prop on his hips as he watches, and finally he’s impressed. “Well I’ll be..” Eyes flick over to Hiro, that mischievous little genius.

“Happy New Year, you little twerp.”

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"I think I drank too much."

New Year Starters | @neverletsgo

“I think you drank too much, too.” Considering the big guy’s leaning so far against him that Spike’s nearly tipping over. Back at the Bebop, they had no one to count their drinks but themselves. They already had enough back at the bar, and coming back it was only expectations to keep on celebrating with their own stash. Sit up for a while longer and eventually one of them will doze off on the couch. Spike wasn’t a heavy drinker, and most of the time he was drunk before Jet. He was drunk, but he was always the silent type, always tired and reserved in his spot. He’s doze off quicker, and truthfully he almost had a couple of times since they’ve been sitting on the couch.

Eyelids rested for a moment before peeking softly, Jet’s arm crossed over his shoulders along the back of the couch, but his weight beginning to bear further into him and he’s having to fight to stay balanced. What time was it by now? Two am? Three? Way late, way too late that they’d probably miss all of New Years Day sleeping in. It took all of his willpower to keep his hold on Jet as he stands to keep the other sitting up straight. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed.” It required moving from the couch, but he knew the other would thank him later.

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