HaHA I return. WATCH AS I AMASE YOU!!!!1 Ok not really. I just watched too much Zim today. YAY for owning all the episodes. You are stupid, stupid like a moose. (Tiffo don't insult the readers, that's bad PR.) oh umm I mean… YOU ROCK, like a really rocky thing. And um here's the story now. Bye.
I don't own bebop, hence the writing of fan fiction and not the publication of a second season. Besides it should be pretty self-explanatory If I am writing FAN fiction I am a…anyone anyone… a FAN. HUR. Ok bye for real this time. Really I'm going. I am I sware. -_- grrrrr YES I'M AWSOME *runs away*
*Runs back some time later and begins typing.*
Chapter 2: Wishes
Spike gripped the coffee mug hoping to absorb some of the heat into his cold body. He was sick of this his mind needed to leave him the hell alone. It was so real. It made him sick to his stomach; she hadn't passed through him she was there. He even thought he saw her for a moment that first moment that he had opened his eyes. She was there looking at him with such sad eyes but he blinked. He blinked and she was gone, gone. Drifted back to his imagination. Damnit! This sucks, I'm crazy I've finally snapped I need medication. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the wall clock. Seven AM, time to get up.
* * *
Jet walked into the kitchen and stopped mid-step when he saw Landis sitting at the table. He still had to do a double take when he saw the kid on the ship. Come on old man, it's been almost a month.
"Good morning." He told the boy.
Landis looked up from his cereal. His mouth twitched as if he were trying to smile but couldn't quite force it. "Hi." His quiet voice answered.
"Where's your daaaa" Jet drew out the vowel as he realized what he was saying. "I mean Spike, Spike have you seen him?"
"No." Landis looked back down at his food. He didn't want to bother with wondering why Jet always acted so weird when he talked about Spike, cause really he didn't care. Whatever. Jet was acting weird most of the time anyway so I like said; whatever. I should finish this and go back to bed. I miss mom. I want to see her, I should ask Spike to take me. He's at least a little less weird then Jet, though only a little. Oh well whatever. Man I say that a lot now, oh well what… eep, stop brain. Jet's talking. "Oh, huh, what?" Landis looked back up at Jet who had been asking him… something.
"Its ok Landis, I'll let you eat." Jet took his coffee he had been making and left the room. He didn't like seeing Landis like this, he didn't know what to say. Jet sighed. All my years of trying to help and now I can't do anything.
Jet walked pass Spike's room a few hours later, he still hadn't seen the man; though he had spent most of the time in his tree room. They helped him think, though he wasn't sure what he was thinking about. Jet stopped to see if maybe Spike was there, but instead of Spike he found a clean room. Jet blinked a moment. There was noting on the floor, the bed was made, something wasn't right here. Jet went to the living room and there with two bags sitting next to him was Spike. He was dressed in black pants and a green shirt. With a light jacket on the table next to his feet on the end of the still broken coffee table. His head was leaned back as he lazily smoked.
Jet eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing?"
Spike opened one eye at him. "Smoking." He mumbled the cigarette bouncing in his lips. "Is that a crime here now too?"
"What are you doing Spike?"
"I just told you…" Spike sat up more looking at Jet who seemed insistent on interrupting his cigarette break.
"With the stuff, and the bags, and your room is clean." Jet stared harder at Spike as if that would make it all clear now.
"I'm leaving." Spike stated sitting up stubbing out his cigarette and grabbing his coat.
"You're what?"
"Leaving."
"Where? You can't."
"Why not?"
"WHY NOT?!"
"Yeah." Spike looked genuinely confused.
"What about the kid!"
"What about him?"
"You can't just leave him here; he's your responsea…"
"Ok Spike I'm ready." Landis walked in dragging a bag behind him.
Jet's jaw hung open. I missed something.
Spike went over to Landis and took the bag from him, placing it with the others.
Jet's jaw decided to work again. "What are you…"
"I'm taking him home. Back to Faye's house." Jet looked at Spike, why wasn't I told of this?
"Why didn't you tell me? When did you decide this?"
"About seven this morning. I was gonna tell you before we left. I've just been busy running around packing and stuff."
There is something not right about this. Jet thought to himself, why this sudden need to go back.
"Look I know you think this is weird and sudden and stuff but" Spike stepped over bet Jet and pulled him slightly to the side away from Landis who was petting Ein. "I think, no I've decided that it's what Landis needs. School should be starting in a few weeks where he lives and he's probably got friends and stuff. He needs people not just a couple of guys who don't know how to deal with a normal kid. Not to mention one who… who is hurting." Spike looked down for a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I just decided this morning. So I'm taking him down and I'm gonna stay down there. With him and… yeah. Ok."
"Are you going to take him to see her before you go?"
"Yeah." Spike looked down again.
"What if she wakes up, you won't be there."
"I know."
"Then why go, wait a while, see what happens."
"For what? What if she doesn't wake up, I'm not putting his life on hiatus so we can sit around and wait for something that might never happen."
"You sound like Faye"
He looked up at Jet. "Yeah, yeah I do don't I."
* * *
Landis looked out the window at the red rocky ground of Mars.
"I hate Mars." He told no one in particular.
"I was born here ya know." Spike told him from the couch where he sat smoking.
"I still hate it." Landis told him.
"Yeah, I kinda hate it too." He stubbed out his cigarette and walked over to Landis. "I mean just cause I was born here doesn't mean I love the place."
A thick silence hovered in the room like the mist that rolled down the sides of Martian cities.
"Why is mommy sleeping so long?" Landis continued to look out the window.
Spike felt everything stop. What could he tell him, how could he tell him? When Landis had woken up they were already in the hospital. And Faye set up in surgery. Spike had been waiting in a chair in the ER room where Landis was sleeping since they had stitched him up. Landis had sat up felt at the gauze on his own temple and immediately asked for his mother. Spike didn't know what to tell him then and he still didn't know now. "She's really tired." Oi, lame, Spike mentally slapped himself.
"I'm not stupid you know." Landis looked up at him glaring slightly.
"How old are you?"
"Seven. Almost eight."
"Aren't you a little deep for seven."
"Aren't you a little stupid for old."
Spike glared back. "Didn't your mother teach you to respect your elders?"
"She taught me to respect people that deserve it."
"Oh and I don't?"
"No, you're a lunkhead."
Spike's lip twitched. "A what?"
Landis looked out the window again. "A lunkhead."
"And why may I ask am I a lunkhead?" This is Faye's kid alright, I guess enjoying insulting me is genetic.
Landis put his hands in his pockets and stared outside for a moment and whispered. "You made mom cry." Sadness played across his face and his shoulders slumped. Wake up mom please, wake up, I miss you mommy.
Spike put his hands in his pockets and stared out the window. I know. I'm sorry. His shoulders fell with the weight of his guilt.
They stood there watching the landscape pass each in his own thoughts and inner battles. They didn't hear Jet walk up behind them. They didn't see as he smiled because they stood the same way, slouching with their hands in their pockets their heads tilted slightly to the left. They didn't see it fall because he knew why they both stood that way. And they didn't hear him leave adding his own silent prayer to their own. Keep fighting Faye, they need you.
* * *
Spike didn't like hospitals, but then again most people probably don't. Hospitals didn't really represent happy things. And they smelled so sterile it was unnerving and the whole time you can feel the sickness and death hovering around you like an evil shadow waiting for it's next victim.
Another thing was they were cold, maybe not always so much in the physical sense but in this other worldly kinda way. It seemed to suck the heat from your body and settle in your bones so that no matter how many layers you wore you couldn't stop it.
The light blue blanket on her bed stuck out against the stark white of the room and it made her look even paler and smaller. She almost looked blue, like her skin was reflecting the blanket. The machines and tubes and wires attached to her body only added to the nauseating feeling he got when he saw her. Landis' small hand found its way into his as he pressed himself against Spike's leg.
"Go say hi to your mom." Spike told him pushing him slightly away from his own body.
Landis took one hesitant step forward a breath and continued on. This was the fifth time he had seen his mother like this. The first time was a few hours after he had woken up, she had been in surgery for hours and he was starting to get sleepy again and he had just closed his eyes when someone poked him. He had looked up at Spike who smiled slightly but it was a dead smile. But Spike still asked him one of the best questions he had ever heard. 'You wanna go see your mom?' After that Jet took Landis back up to the ship while Spike stayed in the hospital with Faye. They visited once more before Spike was told to go home. That was about two and a half weeks ago. They visited again a week later and the final visit had been just a week before. But now, this time Landis knew it was different. He knew that he wouldn't be back in a week he might not be back for months. Spike was taking him back to live on Earth again and his mom would still be here on Mars. I hate Mars.
* * *
"That's all of them." Jet said as he handed two more bags of groceries to Spike. Who took the bags and added them to the other four that were already dangling from his arms. Jet looked up and checked to see if the two women that had been on the porch across the street ever since they had come back from the grocery store were still watching them. They were and Jet noticed there was another pair on a porch of the house next to them. Jet chuckled to himself. "You better watch your back here Spike you're under surveillance."
Spike took a deep breath in, "Ahh suburbia, I shudder inside." Jet laughed again and soon Spike joined him as they walked into the house.
* * *
Bang.
Landis looked up from where he was unpacking in his room.
Bang.
He walked downstairs some how knowing what the source of the noise was. He walked into the kitchen to see Spike standing in front of the oven.
Bang. Spike's foot connected with the oven door. It was leaving a small dent.
"Why won't this thing work."
"What are you doing?"
Spike looked over at Landis. "I um… I'm trying to work the ummm this ahh thingy here with the…"
"The stove."
"Yeah I guess."
"Well you have to push the correct buttons: what are you cooking, at what temperature, for how long, and you'll need to preheat it before you put it in."
Spike looked at him for a moment.
"What kinda take out places do you have here?" He asked the boy.
"The phone book display is upstairs in moms study."
Spike followed as Landis took him upstairs and into the messy room full of papers he had seen before.
There was a desk with three monitors on it a fax/printer/copier/scanner on a filing cabinet and stacks of reports every ware. Landis walked over sat in the big office chair and pulled out a keyboard as the screens flickered to life. Spike looked up at the upper deck of the desk which was covered with photos. The first one on the right showed Faye in a hospital gown her hair was wet and messy sticking to her face, but her face, her face was so beautiful. Her eyes looked tired but they shone with such as light as he had never seen before and her smile. Her smile as she held the small bundle in her arms was small but it showed everything. Spike's lips twitched into a sad smile and he sighed.
"That's me when I was born." Spike looked down at Landis who was now standing on the chair to point at the picture. "I was early by two whole months mom says I was born to be impatient that it's in my genes or something. But I wasn't wearing jeans so I don't know what she means. This is me when I was two." He said pointing at the next picture where he was standing in a living room holding onto a couch side for support and a teddy bear in the other hand. He was clad in a blue zip up sleeper outfit complete with footies. "Here's me on the first day of kindergarten." He was in a small blue suit. "Mom made me dress up. But she almost didn't let me go cause I had just turned five three days earlier. My birthday is September 2nd. Here's one with mom and Jet and Ed and Ein and me."
They were sitting at a picnic table Faye and Landis on one side and Jet and Ed on the other. It looked like a nice set up shot except everyone's faces weren't looking at the camera they were looking at the table where Ein was eating from a bowl of something.
"Mom screamed at Ein for a long time, he wasn't allowed on picnics with us."
Spike looked at the picture, feeling a bit of jealously towards Ed and Jet for being involved in the life he had been denied.
"Oooo look this is my Karate picture." Landis held up a book frame that had been on the lower part of the desk and pointed to the picture on the right. He took the frame from the boy. Spike glanced at it but then noticed the picture on the left side. A young girl only two or three with long purple hair and gray eyes.
"Whose…"
Landis looked over the top of the frame. "That's sister Alexandria."
"Sister, whose sister?"
"Mine."
Spike's head shot up towards him. "Yours?"
"Yes, but she's dead. She died a long time ago, before I was born. When mommy lived before the accident. At least that's what she always says."
Spike blinked a moment. Faye had another kid? Before she was frozen. He shook his head to clear it.
"Hey lets find those restaurants, I'm starved." He told the boy as Landis started typing on the computer looking up names of local places.
End Chapter 2.
Never thought I'd get this out. I got more of the story mapped out now so I just have to get the time to work on it. Which I don't have now and I'm probably gonna fail because of FF it would be sweet poetic justice.
Tiffo Signing off.
Shitsure shimasu.