Disclaimer: Cowboy
Bebop and its characters are not mine. No profit is being made from
this story.
A/N: Just a drabble
length thing that's the result of sitting down and reexamining the
whole subplot.
Those Who Have Crossed
By Timesprite
"Julia is dead. Let's finish this."
He announces her death as though it were the final element of a spell. Magic words to wake them both from a three-year dream. But Spike is still dreaming, he knows this now, because it was never about the woman.
He could have had her. Vicious would have allowed it. Falling in love with her? That, too, might have been forgiven. But love had made Spike soft, had woken the conscience that lurked deep inside somewhere, and he'd tried to leave. That, that was inexcusable. That was the offense for which he'd be executed. In all his life, Vicious had only believed in one thing. He and Spike together, back to back until the stars fell down around them.
The stars are standing remote in the firmament, indifferent to his desires. The rubble of the Syndicate building will have to do.
"As you wish."