Raindrops poured from up above, just as they did every day he came to visit. He would say it was as though angels wept along side him, if he believed in angels. No, he knew there were only two kinds of people in this world- the people who stay awake in the present and live their lives, and those that stay lost in their memories and never wake from their dreams of the past.
Jet wandered the graveyard, walking to the back end, where two gravestones lied- one labeled Spike, one labeled Julia. He leaned back against a tree, and just stared at the graves. He said nothing, just stared. He wasn't the man for lingering sentiments, nor was he a man for wasting time. He could be hunting a new bounty, or working on his bonsais, but instead he was staring at two rocks. Two motionless, uninteresting rocks.
He stared every Sunday night, and stayed for no longer than a half an hour at the most. No matter how often Faye told him to let bygones be bygones, he would still come back. Hell, no matter how often he told himself not to keep coming back, he still came. There was something about Spike that made him keep coming back.
Jet, under the dry cover of the tree, lit up a cigarette and stared into the rainy sky. A song came to his head- an old tune called 'See Ya, Space Cowboy'. It was a very laid back song, like the kind you'd play when you're just lazing about doing nothing. But it was a deep song- all about the fact that love lives on, even after death. Everytime he saw the stones, it played in his head. Not that it was an unfitting song, but he never hears it on the radio, so it's strange that he can recall every word when he stays at the grave.
After a few moments, his cigarette burns down to the butt, and he blows out the last puff of smoke. The rain above starts to clear, and Jet takes that as his signal to leave. As he's walking away, he steals one last glance at the tombstones, and a light smile flutters across his face. He knows Spike is in a better place- a place where he can live in the dream, the dream he tried to live for so long.
Jet walked back towards his ship, not saying anything. After all, why should he speak to a dead man? All that would do is cause Jet's memories to be painful ones- ones that remind him Spike's gone. Instead, Jet remains quiet, and just lets Spike and Julia dream. Sometimes, he wants to think back to his times with Spike. But that would leave Jet lost in the past. Lost in a dream he might never wake up from. Instead, he doesn't think about it, and just stays awake and in the present.
When Jet was out of the sight of the graveyard, let out a long sigh. Things weren't the same- and maybe they were worse without him. But that's the name of the game. You can't be a bounty hunter without accepting loss. And whenever a bounty hunter dies, there's a ritual- something someone must say to honor the memory. As Jet looked back, he sighed again, and whispered silently to himself.
"See ya, Space Cowboy."
A/N: Thanks for rwading! Remember, reviews are really appreciated! This is my first Bebop fic, so I'll take any criticism! Until next time...
"Do it wrong-
Not at all-
Or do it right!"
Song lyric, from Ask DNA.