You're gonna carry that weight...
I disobeyed Jet when he told me not to go after Spike that day. I disobey him a lot...But I knew. I knew he could die. Not like this...He told me he wasn't going there to die. He was going there to find out if he had ever been alive in the first place. I looked into those strange eyes of his. Two different shades of brown...One that saw his past...One that saw the now. I looked into those eyes and saw that something that made me honestly want to give up living and die right then. His soul was bruised and broken. Shattered by the loss of the strange mysterious woman, Julia.
Now she was dead too and he was going to join her. Somehow I knew that he'd had enough of this life. Enough pain and suffering to last him a lifetime. I should have shot him in the knee caps when I had the chance...I should have tied him up or manacled him to the bath room railing. But he would have gotten out. That son of a bitch always seems to get out of everything; be it tight spots or doing the dishes. I leaned against a pipe, my body sagging against the coldness as I watched him walk away and averted my gaze my voice had wavered and was broken when I spoke to him.
"I got my memory back, Spike...No good came of it..." He still bore that adamantine expression I had come to expect out of him as I tried not to fold in on myself and fall to the floor. He was going to be a fallen warrior...Just like Grem. Oh god, why did I mention Grem? Every time I think about him I get the overwhelming urge to bawl my eyes out. The poor guy didn't deserve what was done to him. DAMN Vicious...Damn the bastard to hell...Though I'm sure he'd enjoy himself there.
These memories flash through my mind and haunt my thoughts...I hate you Spike, I remember thinking to myself as he left and I watched, powerless and yet not so. I could have killed myself and saved him a lot of gas for the Hammerhead...Jet came up behind me and dragged me away from the window and told me that the shower needed cleaning. That was the man's answer to everything. Cleaning...Or pruning those wimpy shrub things... But I did as I was told; for once and stalked towards the bathroom my eyes burning with unshed tears as I locked myself in and cradled my head in my hands.
Where had Ed gone? I had now just noticed the absence of that weird kid and that even weirder mutt...They were gone. Just like everything was. Empty and yet not so...Half full with broken promises. I suddenly felt horrible about all the things I'd done to Ed and that damn dog that was even smarter then I was half the time. I was lonely for them, I realized suddenly. Lonely for that weird kid to come galloping in and poking me in the arm until I confessed what was wrong and that dog watching me with those knowing eyes. I was lonely...Lonely for the family that I had here but never had appreciated until that very second when I realized I'd lost them.
I didn't notice the tears slipping down my cheeks like falling diamonds...I looked up from my crouching position and saw Jet there; leaning against the frame of the door. How had he gotten through the door? Jet offered a small smile and waved a little card in front of my face, "All access."
"I could have been going to the bathroom you know..." I said in a lifeless voice as I stood up my hand resting against the railing that was used as a barrier to depict exactly where the shower and bath room separated.
"Well you weren't Faye...I didn't think you'd be using it...C'mon...I'll make some dinner." He offered.
"No thanks, Jet...I'm going to actually clean the shower this time." I felt my face contort with distaste but Jet merely smiled and nodded; tossing me a gun and a pager. He knew what I was up to and wouldn't stop me. He wouldn't go himself so he was letting me...I will confess for every women there ever was: Men are positively impossible when it comes to emotions and caring about one another...It challenges their masculinity...Or so someone once told me.
My lips drew upward in a smile as I caught them and nodded, "I'll change and then I'll be out...I'll call you when I find him." I walked past him and down the metallic hallway to my room. (I bet you thought I slept on the couch, eh? Well I'm a woman so I automatically took the largest room...Which happened to be Jets'.) (A/N: I bet he just loved that.) I slipped into a jumpsuit and then ran out of the room and towards the launching bay. I couldn't waste anymore time as I lunged forth and jumped into the X-Raider as soon as I cleared the doors I sped towards Earth.
Red Dragon...Red Dragon ___________________________ So...What did you think? Read and review please, I would truly appreciate it...If you must flame me do it. But know this: I shall haunt you until the end of your days.
I disobeyed Jet when he told me not to go after Spike that day. I disobey him a lot...But I knew. I knew he could die. Not like this...He told me he wasn't going there to die. He was going there to find out if he had ever been alive in the first place. I looked into those strange eyes of his. Two different shades of brown...One that saw his past...One that saw the now. I looked into those eyes and saw that something that made me honestly want to give up living and die right then. His soul was bruised and broken. Shattered by the loss of the strange mysterious woman, Julia.
Now she was dead too and he was going to join her. Somehow I knew that he'd had enough of this life. Enough pain and suffering to last him a lifetime. I should have shot him in the knee caps when I had the chance...I should have tied him up or manacled him to the bath room railing. But he would have gotten out. That son of a bitch always seems to get out of everything; be it tight spots or doing the dishes. I leaned against a pipe, my body sagging against the coldness as I watched him walk away and averted my gaze my voice had wavered and was broken when I spoke to him.
"I got my memory back, Spike...No good came of it..." He still bore that adamantine expression I had come to expect out of him as I tried not to fold in on myself and fall to the floor. He was going to be a fallen warrior...Just like Grem. Oh god, why did I mention Grem? Every time I think about him I get the overwhelming urge to bawl my eyes out. The poor guy didn't deserve what was done to him. DAMN Vicious...Damn the bastard to hell...Though I'm sure he'd enjoy himself there.
These memories flash through my mind and haunt my thoughts...I hate you Spike, I remember thinking to myself as he left and I watched, powerless and yet not so. I could have killed myself and saved him a lot of gas for the Hammerhead...Jet came up behind me and dragged me away from the window and told me that the shower needed cleaning. That was the man's answer to everything. Cleaning...Or pruning those wimpy shrub things... But I did as I was told; for once and stalked towards the bathroom my eyes burning with unshed tears as I locked myself in and cradled my head in my hands.
Where had Ed gone? I had now just noticed the absence of that weird kid and that even weirder mutt...They were gone. Just like everything was. Empty and yet not so...Half full with broken promises. I suddenly felt horrible about all the things I'd done to Ed and that damn dog that was even smarter then I was half the time. I was lonely for them, I realized suddenly. Lonely for that weird kid to come galloping in and poking me in the arm until I confessed what was wrong and that dog watching me with those knowing eyes. I was lonely...Lonely for the family that I had here but never had appreciated until that very second when I realized I'd lost them.
I didn't notice the tears slipping down my cheeks like falling diamonds...I looked up from my crouching position and saw Jet there; leaning against the frame of the door. How had he gotten through the door? Jet offered a small smile and waved a little card in front of my face, "All access."
"I could have been going to the bathroom you know..." I said in a lifeless voice as I stood up my hand resting against the railing that was used as a barrier to depict exactly where the shower and bath room separated.
"Well you weren't Faye...I didn't think you'd be using it...C'mon...I'll make some dinner." He offered.
"No thanks, Jet...I'm going to actually clean the shower this time." I felt my face contort with distaste but Jet merely smiled and nodded; tossing me a gun and a pager. He knew what I was up to and wouldn't stop me. He wouldn't go himself so he was letting me...I will confess for every women there ever was: Men are positively impossible when it comes to emotions and caring about one another...It challenges their masculinity...Or so someone once told me.
My lips drew upward in a smile as I caught them and nodded, "I'll change and then I'll be out...I'll call you when I find him." I walked past him and down the metallic hallway to my room. (I bet you thought I slept on the couch, eh? Well I'm a woman so I automatically took the largest room...Which happened to be Jets'.) (A/N: I bet he just loved that.) I slipped into a jumpsuit and then ran out of the room and towards the launching bay. I couldn't waste anymore time as I lunged forth and jumped into the X-Raider as soon as I cleared the doors I sped towards Earth.
Red Dragon...Red Dragon ___________________________ So...What did you think? Read and review please, I would truly appreciate it...If you must flame me do it. But know this: I shall haunt you until the end of your days.