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Honor
"Goddamn him.." hot tears streamed down my face and my body slid down the cold metallic wall sending a wave of goosepricks all over my body.
The hallway still smelled of discharge from the shots I fired pathetically at the ceiling. I looked above me through my tear blurred vision and could make out a few dark blurbs in the ceiling. Jet wasn't going to be too happy about those..But I doubted he'd say anything to me for a while.
I should've shot him.
Why didn't I shoot him?
Because he would hate me for it...
Not that he didn't already hate me for alot of things.
Hell, how many times did I screw up a bounty, or jump ship with all the loot?
More then I can remember..
But they always let me back on..and Spike looked out for me.
When I was kidnapped by Vicious, he came for me. Although truthfully I think he came for Vicious, but he was nice enough to shoot the guy who was holding me in the head..That counts for something..right? Even if it was just another reason for him to try to get himself killed.
"Suicidal lunkhead.." I pulled out my pack of cigs, actually it was his pack. I stole them from his room a few hours before he left. There were only two left.
"One for each of us if you would've stayed Spike.."
I couldn't believe I used to have a crush on him..he was so quick to go out and get himself killed.
He wasn't a crush to me anymore though, I snapped out of that pretty fast as soon as I learned about Julia, and Spike became my brother and my commrade. Sometimes in the back of my head I was foolish enough to think he thought of me as family and a friend, but I guess I was wrong. He would rather go play cat and mouse with a sadistic beast then stick around with me and Jet.
I lit up the ciggarette and stared at it's glowing tip for a while.
I finally have a family and he's leaving. Just like that.
I drew it to my lips and inhaled the smooth smoke letting the sweet poison fill my lungs.
How can he be so selfish?
Not like I should talk..What could I have said to him?
"Gee Spike, just let bygones be bygones. Forget Vicious, I'm sure he's forgotten all about you betraying the syndicate and stealing his woman..anyway who cares if he hunts you down till the day you die? As long as we're all together."
As if our life was the godammed Brady Bunch..
I took one final drag of the cancer stick, dropped it to the floor, stood up and smashed it under my white boot.
I thought of Jet, I should probably go talk to him. I wouldn't even try to convince him to go after Spike because I knew he wouldn't because of one thing.
Honor.
Men and their goddamed foolish code of honor.
It's a good thing I'm a woman so I don't have to follow that idiotic code...
I just want to point out I believe Spike died in the series, and that it honestly was the best ending for the series, but I felt compelled to write a "Spike lives" fic..I know it's really overdone..I'm sorry :(
Honor
"Goddamn him.." hot tears streamed down my face and my body slid down the cold metallic wall sending a wave of goosepricks all over my body.
The hallway still smelled of discharge from the shots I fired pathetically at the ceiling. I looked above me through my tear blurred vision and could make out a few dark blurbs in the ceiling. Jet wasn't going to be too happy about those..But I doubted he'd say anything to me for a while.
I should've shot him.
Why didn't I shoot him?
Because he would hate me for it...
Not that he didn't already hate me for alot of things.
Hell, how many times did I screw up a bounty, or jump ship with all the loot?
More then I can remember..
But they always let me back on..and Spike looked out for me.
When I was kidnapped by Vicious, he came for me. Although truthfully I think he came for Vicious, but he was nice enough to shoot the guy who was holding me in the head..That counts for something..right? Even if it was just another reason for him to try to get himself killed.
"Suicidal lunkhead.." I pulled out my pack of cigs, actually it was his pack. I stole them from his room a few hours before he left. There were only two left.
"One for each of us if you would've stayed Spike.."
I couldn't believe I used to have a crush on him..he was so quick to go out and get himself killed.
He wasn't a crush to me anymore though, I snapped out of that pretty fast as soon as I learned about Julia, and Spike became my brother and my commrade. Sometimes in the back of my head I was foolish enough to think he thought of me as family and a friend, but I guess I was wrong. He would rather go play cat and mouse with a sadistic beast then stick around with me and Jet.
I lit up the ciggarette and stared at it's glowing tip for a while.
I finally have a family and he's leaving. Just like that.
I drew it to my lips and inhaled the smooth smoke letting the sweet poison fill my lungs.
How can he be so selfish?
Not like I should talk..What could I have said to him?
"Gee Spike, just let bygones be bygones. Forget Vicious, I'm sure he's forgotten all about you betraying the syndicate and stealing his woman..anyway who cares if he hunts you down till the day you die? As long as we're all together."
As if our life was the godammed Brady Bunch..
I took one final drag of the cancer stick, dropped it to the floor, stood up and smashed it under my white boot.
I thought of Jet, I should probably go talk to him. I wouldn't even try to convince him to go after Spike because I knew he wouldn't because of one thing.
Honor.
Men and their goddamed foolish code of honor.
It's a good thing I'm a woman so I don't have to follow that idiotic code...
I just want to point out I believe Spike died in the series, and that it honestly was the best ending for the series, but I felt compelled to write a "Spike lives" fic..I know it's really overdone..I'm sorry :(