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"The Gods Have Blessed Me With A Curse"

By

Kanoka

Spike walked down the ships corridor, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. He felt his breast pocket for his lighter, sighing when he didn't find it. Man he really needed a smoke after what happened with Faye in the Hanger, Spike sighed putting the cigarette away in his breast pocket. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Spike continued towards the main room in hopes that he would find Jet there. Spike entered the main room, and was immediately plowed down by a squirming orange haired girl "SPIKE-PERSON IS BACK!" Ed squealed. "Ed is so happy, Ed was lonely with out Spike-person." Squeezing Spike's waist in a bear hug.

"Good to see you too Ed, now if you don't mind I would like to breath." Spike said wheezing a bit as Ed continued to squeeze the life out of him. "In other words Ed." Spike said still wheezing, "Get off of me!" Ed rolled off Spike, popping up in to a standing position. Spike stood up dusting himself off "So Ed what's it been like around here with out me?" a smile playing on his lips.

"Ed has had no one to speak to or play with, but Ed's Tomato and Ein- person." Edward said with a pout. "Every one was mopey-dopey while Spike- person was gone, they said you were gone for good! But Ed knew Spike-person would come back, Faye-Faye was even mopeyer than Jet-person, Faye-Faye never left her room cept to get food, take a shower or bounty hunt." All this was said while Ed walked upside down on her hands, only to fall on to the yellow couch. Ed turned herself off of her back, sitting Indian style.

Spike frowned at Ed's words, Faye was moping because of him, that would explain her break down, but why would she care about him. All he ever did was insult her, and annoy her to no end, Spike mentally flinched; he really had been an ass towards Faye.

Ed broke Spikes line of thought, when she had started jumping up and down on the couch. "Hey Ed you know where Jet is; I need to talk to him." still hoping Jet could help him find answers to his questions.

Ed continued dancing on the couch as she spoke " Ed believes Jet-person is watering the bonsai, bonsai, bonsai!" Ed shrieked before jumping off the couch at Spike. Spike stepped aside quickly, as Ed smacked head first in to the floor; her rear sticking up in the air, eyes appearing as big swirls. Spike walked away to find Jet, and to get away from Ed before she tried to squeeze him to death again.

Back in the main room Ed still lay on the floor, as Ein trotted in and stopped spotting Ed sprawled out on the floor. Ein then proceeded to walk over to Ed looking into her face, when Ed suddenly jumped up picking Ein up over her head, and Ed zoomed off into the bebop, Ein helpless bouncing above her head. Spike walked into the room where Jet kept his bonsai, Jet's back was facing away from the door while trimming one of his beloved bonsai. Spike smirked leaning against the doorframe.

(In Jet's bonsai room.)

Jet was sitting in front of one of his bonsai when he got a sudden nagging in the back of his mind. It felt kinda like he was being watched, but not by any one, it felt like a certain pair of mismatched eyes. You always could tell when those eyes were on you; they seemed to probe into your very soul, man it was creepy. Well no reason to worry about that man any more, he was dead and gone. It was for the best he supposed, Spike no longer wanted to live anyways, Jet bitterly laughed to him-self, he was nothing but trouble, how he missed that trouble maker so.

Spike stood watching the old man, waiting for his presence to be acknowledged. Jet looked about the same, as when Spike had left but something was different; he seemed older some how, older then he should be. Spike continued to stare at Jet's back until heard small laugh come from Jet and he finally decided to speak up "What are you laughing at old man?", but of coarse in his usual smart-ass manner. Jet froze on the spot slowly turning his head around to meet a rather amused look on a supposedly dead Spike's face. Jet jumped back out of his chair knocking it and his bonsai over in the process and pressed himself to the wall in utter shock. Spike blinked at Jet's reaction then burst out laughing 'oh god he's gonna die laughing.' Spike continued to laugh as Jet stared at him then blinked was this really Spike, was he alive and back on the bebop, or had he eaten some bad mushrooms again. Jet didn't know what to do so he just stared at the man laughing his head off, until he finally started to cease his laughter. Spike straightened his back, still with a bit of a smile playing on his lips. He couldn't really blame Jet for acting the way he did, but the look on his face; it was just to hard not to laugh. "Well it's good to see you too Jet, I didn't think you be so excited to get me back." Jet blinked again.

"Spike.is it really you?" Jet asked who was still somewhat shocked.

"Well I sure ain't the fricken Dalai lama, now am I?" Jet pushed himself off the wall walked up to Spike, and circled him trying to decide if he really had eaten a bad mushroom or not. After Jet circled Spike three times coming to a halt in front of Spike, look of indecision on his face that quickly changed to a wide grin as Jet encompassed Spike in a bear hug. Spike once again was unable to breath and began to turn several shades of red the blue 'man what was it that made people want to squeeze the life out of him' before Jet finally released him. "It really is you Spike, where the hell have you been for the past six months?" Jet said somewhat joyfully.

"It's a long story Jet, how bout I tell you all about it over oh say a meal?" Spike responded (after have caught his breath again.)

Jet chuckled "Sure we have some left over beef and bell peppers."

Spike's face contorted into that of utter disgust "Well I suppose it's better than hospital food, after six months of that even your cooking will seem good."

Jet sighed and slouched his shoulders "Still a smart-ass punk with no respect for one's elders, come let's go get you some food" and they walked out the bonsai room and headed towards the kitchen.

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Hey everybody I finally sat my ass down and type this chapter. So I hope you like it, and although I was disappointed with the number of reviews, I would like to thank all those that did review. Also I would like to thank the Dalai Lama and the people that made Spike such a lovable ass, because with out a smart-ass character what funny is it to right. Anyways with that said and done I hope all of you R&R, so while you do that I'll be typing my butt off to get the 3rd chapie down. But for now it's 4:40 in the morning and I'm dead beat so..

See ya Later Cowboy.