CB: Solitude, -IV-
"So that's my good deed for the decade," I mutter to myself as I head out of the pawn shop. The Red Tail isn't going to be fixed anytime soon, Jette won't do it if I don't pay him for it, and I can't get it out of there without having to see Spike, so I'm starting fresh. I'll never quite be able to start clean, not with the money that I owe, but I figure that I can at least set myself up as a solitary bounty hunter and start living my life again.
The terminal around me, as I enter the space station, is crowded, and everyone has lots of baggage. The destruction of the building downtown, along with the Syndicate melt down that happened there, means everyone's just as keen as I am to get out of town. Not that I blame them. Mars isn't good for much of anything. And it helps me fade into the crowds on the off chance that a certain pair of mismatched eyes is looking for me.
I turn up the collar of my jacket, and tip my sunglasses up so that nothing of my eyes are visible. It wouldn't do to let some predator see that I'm weak. It took all the strength I had to get up and walk out of the Bebop last night after he was finally asleep. Unlike so many other times, it was peaceful between us, calm, with neither the stale tinge of sexual tension in the air that used to keep us at each other's throats or the suffocating passion between us that was the only alternative to the tension. I do miss him. His arrogance, his strength… that annoyingly confident grin…
His hands.
Over the loudspeaker, I hear the announcement for boarding of my flight and with a final glance out the window, I blow a single kiss in the direction of the crashlanded Bebop and turn my back on him.