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Running away
Part 3-Spike's First Visit
Jake stood still, staring at Spike with his jaw ajar. His pupils were wide as he stared at Spike.
"What's wrong with you?" Spike asked, knocking on Jake's head.
"Umm mmm... mmm..-mm.. " Was all Jake could choke out. Everything he felt about not having a father, all those years of not knowing... all of the feelings were consumming him as he stood and looked at his long lost Father. The thing that made this even more painful was the fact that his Father had no clue who he was!
"I think you stunned the kid. Way to go Spike." Jet said.
"Hey! I didn't do anything to the kid." Spike replied.
"Will you two stop calling me 'kid'?" Jake suddenly shouted.
They stared down at him.
"I have a name you know. It's Johnathan. But you can call me Jake." Jake said.
"Jake? You know, it just so happens we are looking for a Jake." Spike said, putting his hand on Jake's shoulder. "Now. You wouldn't happen to know who Faye Valentine is?"
"Faye Valentine?" Jake questioned outloud, then it clicked. That was his mom's name! Before she changed her last name of course. "What do you want with her? if you don't mind me asking."
"See, Ki- I mean Jake. She's an old friend of ours." Spike explained.
"Yeah. I get it. OK. I'll show you where she lives. Come to 34th GP Zone, area 1 at around one tomorrow." Jake said, nearly grinning at his plan. It was perfect! He would be able to spend some time with his father, then get his mom and dad back together! He could straighten up the house, make a romantic dinner, pry some stories about his Dad... It was going to be great!
"Alright Jake. I'll see you tomorrow." He said. He gave a slight bow before running off into the city, forgetting about getting his picture back. He was beaming with joy.
'I'm going to have a DAD! YES!!' Jake thought to himself. He was so happy he felt like skipping, which was saying a lot for him. he hated to skip. He jumped into the air every once in awhile during his joy run back home. He would punch his fist into the air and cheer. Nothing could bring him down now. He was on cloud nine and never felt like he was going to come back to the ground.
Jake quickly snuck back into his own house, setting down his jacket and getting ready for bed. It was hard to go to sleep in a clean bed when you were almost dripping with sweat from being outside.
Faye leaned against his door frame and turned on a light. "Thought you were slick huh?"
"What do you mean Mama?" Jake questioned with fake, but believable innocence.
"Don't play all innocent. I saw you sneak in." Faye said, walking into his room. She practically strolled into his room with her walk.
"Did you see me sneak out?" He questioned.
"No." Faye answered truthfully.
"Ok... so all I have to do is work on my re-entry. Got it." Jake said, grinning at his mom. She smiled gently at him and sat down on his bed.
"I know you have a wild side that needs to explore everything. Sadly, you get that from you're mom. SO, I understand the sneaking out bit. Just, if you HAVE to do it, please stay close and make sure you stay safe. I don't want anything happening to you." Faye said, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes.
"Does this mean I can sneak out?" Jake asked with a wide grin.
"Nope. Try to wait til you're 16 for that kind of stuff. If I catch you out this late ever again, I'll make you do trash AND dish duty for a month." Faye said, kissing him on the forehead. Then she lightly patted his head, befor turning back to the door way. She walked over to the door and turned back to him. She turned off his light. "Good night honey."
"G'Night mama." He said back. He snuggled down into his bed sheets and closed his eyes.
Faye closed his door and walked back into her room. As soon as Jake heard her door shut, Jake sat up. He had way too much on his mind right now to sleep! Sleep was the last thing on his mind right now.
He jumped up out of his bed and grabbed a peice of paper and a pen. He started to write down a list of things he could do with his ded tomorrow. He couldn't wait to show his dad the ship! He knew he would be proud of him.
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Jake woke up sitting at his desk. He had fell asleep while writing the 127th thing on his list titled 'Fun Things with Dad'. He torn off the peice of paper that had attached itself to his cheek while asleep. He looked up at his clock. It was 45 minutes til 1! How could he sleep so long?!
Jake jumped up from his desk, knocking over his chair. He didn't bother to pick it up and all but flew into Faye's room with his speed. He jumped into her bed, not holding anything back to wake her up.
"MAMA! MAMA! GET UP!!!" Jake shouted, shaking her. She rolled over. "MAMA! You're already late! Please get up and get dressed."
Faye shot up out of bed. She looked at her clock and cursed under her breath. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"
"I was still asleep."
"You're little night out on the town tired you out?" Faye asked in an 'awwed' voice, like he was doing something cute.
Jake nearly gagged. "Come on! Hurry up."
"What's the rush? I can leave a little before 1." Faye said, buttoning up her work shirt, tucking it into her skirt. She pinned her hair back into a bun.
"Come on. You're late as it is." Jake warned.
"Fine. I was just trying to spend a little more time with a growing boy." Faye said, kissing the top of his head. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck mama." He said, waving her off as she walked out. Once he heard her get into her hover car, he bolted to the window. His heart was in his throat as he watched her start up the engine. She drove off down the road. Jake was hoping she was out of sight by now and couldn't see if a Ship would land by the house or anything.
Jake ran into his bedroom and threw on his favorite pair of baggy jeans with holes in the knees. He put on his Mechanic shirt which was just a greese spotted, white shirt with 'I love Tools' on it. He grabbed his dark blue baseball cap and turned it backwards. He was already behind what he planned. He had to get the engine completely fine tuned before his Dad got here. That was his goal for today.
Then he would have to think up an excuss for his Mom not being here. 'Man.. I knew I would get myself into something like this. Stupid Soaps!'
He grabbed his tool belt and slipped it on. He walked out into the yard walking to the shed, when he could hear the roar of a ship engine. He looked up and saw a Red ship, standard single fling craft for bounty hunters, land in his yard. Jake covered his eyes with his arm.
Once the engine stopped, Jake lowered his arm. 'Damn! I didn't even come up with a story yet! I have to get him to stay for awhile too... but I doubt he wants to look at the ship I'm building.'
Spike opened the seal and jumped out. "So? Where is Faye? Is she in the house?"
"Ugg... no. She's not here y-yet. I'm sure she'll be here." Jake said with a fake smile.
"Well, looks like I will have to wait then." Spike said, leaning against his ship.
Jake admired the ship from afar. It was a pretty bent up ship, but a very sturdy one at that! One that could handle a lot of pressure. The words 'SwordFish 2' written on the side. Jake tilted his head ever so slightly, before shrugging his shoulders. Should he ask about swordfish 1? Nah. He didn't want people questioning about his ship.
"I gotta go work on something. You can wait here if you want... or come with me.. Not that you have to come with me or anything." Jake said. 'Stupid! I can't believe just because this guy showed up, suddenly I start mumbling and making no sence!'
"Whatever." He said, lightly up a ciggarette.
Jake walked into the Shed and popped open the side panels of the Ship's outter layer. He brough out his power wrench and started work on it. He tighten bolts, oiled a few areas, re-wired a few wires so it would work. He couldn't believe he missed a few of the problems he saw in here!
There was a stripped bolt he was trying to get off. He tried everything to get the stupid thing off, but it wasn't working!
Spike threw down his ciggarette. He was standing inside the Shed, watching the boy work. He became very interested on how good this kid was on mechincs. The sudden interest threw him off a bit.
"You might want to use a vise grip." Spike advised.
Jake looked up from his work. "Umm.. Good idea." He grabbed his vise grip and used it on the bolt. It came off with ease now. Jake smiled happily at him for helping him out. "Thanks! Hey.. you know. i just noticed something."
"What's that?" Spike questioned, mildly interested.
"I don't even know you're name." Jake said.
"My name? It's Spike. The man you met yesterday with me is Jet." Spike said, not thinking about the fit Jet would throw for telling this kid their names. Jet was a bit weirded out by Jake having their Ship in a picture.
"Spike?.. weird.." Jake mumbled. Spike was his middle name. No wonder he had that as a middle name!
"It's not as weird as Johnathan." Spike said.
"Yeah right. Spike is the weirdest name on the planet. Who in their right mind would name their Kid Spike?" Jake asked himself, not meaning to offend Spike. Oh who am I kidding? Yes he did. Jake couldn't help it. Sometimes he would just do that to people.
"Atleast my name isn't two names squashed together." Spike said.
"Atleast mine isn't a name defined as a sharp object." Jake said, smirking at his win.
"Yeah, but in the dicionary, next to the world 'Baka' is you're picture." Spike shot back. He couldn't believe he was having a name contest with a ten year old! Ok, so this kid seemed to be well matured for his age.. still..
"Oooo.. did you think that one up by yourself, or did you're mommy help you?" Jake said, rolling his eyes.
"Great one kid. Atleast for the last ten years, I haven't crapped my pants." Spike said, really getting into the argument now. He stilled kept the calm outside going on. Inside he was excitied! He hadn't fought like this with someone in... in.. 11 years! 'Since Faye..'
"I doubt that." Jake said, pretending to mumble it. "Least I had an excuse..."
"When is Faye getting here?" Spike questioned.
Jake smirked, taking Spike's change of subject as a win. "She should be here anytime soon. She usually has to work weird hours."
"Where does she work?" Spike questioned.
"Don't know." Jake asked back, tightening one last bolt before cleaning his forehead of sweat with a rag. He threw it onto a near by chair. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Do you know if she is seeing anyone?" Spike questioned.
"Seeing anyone? You mean like a boyfriend or something? Nah. She's never really gone out. Unless you count that guy Mark from her work. She brought him over once. All night I was kicking him in the shins and poured oil down his back. I knew he only went out with her because of her body." Jake said, smirking at his tale. He always looked out for his mom. No one was going to hurt her while he was around!
"So. You live with her? Are you her son or something?" Spike questioned, moving closer to Jake. Spike was sure this kid looked too much like him for his comfort.
"You figured it out huh? Yeah. I'm her son. Johnathan Spike." He said, looking up at Spike.
"Is 'Spike' you're last name or something?" Spike questioned.
"Nope. Middle name." He said, shaking his head also.
"What's you're last name?"
"Never had one. My mom figured that until she got married or my dad came back.." Jake coughed *you*, "Then, I would take up their name."
"Does Faye talk about her past with you?" Spike asked as they walked towards the house. 'So. This is my son. He looks so much like me... but acts a lot like Faye. His eyes have the same sparkle as Faye's do. It's easy to tell he's her son.'
"Only once or twice. She said she had some really good friends once. Said she was planning on going back, once she got her 'breathing' space." Jake explained. He opened the door to let in Spike. Spike stepped in.
Spike was surprised. It was a differe house from what he had expected from Faye. It was one of the cleanest, well kept house. The cabnets looked like they were only painted last week. A light peach color. A wooden table placed against the window on the left side of the room. It had a nice table cover running over the middle of it. About a foot wide. A potted flower in the middle. Three chairs around the table.
The floor was tile, but the enterance to it and what he stood on were rugs. Decorated with flowers on it. There was a potted plant hanging from the ceiling over the frig. Everything was well kept. He shivered inside. This was a complete shock.
"Don't worry. She doesn't clean beyound doing the dishing and taking out the trash. Sometimes the laundry. I do the cleaning." Jake said, knowing the look on his face. Jake pulled out a chair for Spike to sit in, then got into his chair.
"You're a polite Kid. Did she teach you that?" Spike questioned, sitting down in the chair.
"I kinda learned it on my own. Since I'm stuck here by myself most of the time, I read a lot of books. I picked up a book called 'Gentlemen's guide' and read it. It was alright. That's where I learned it." Jake explained. He waited for another question.
"Then why did you steal my wallet before if you're a gentle man?" Spike questioned, leaning back in the chair. He pulled out a cig.
"Umm.. no smoking in the house. I just cleaned the curtains." Jake said. "Umm well. I kinda needed money. I wasn't planning on finding you all of a sudden like that. I thought I might have needed to pay for some information."
"I see." Spike put his cig. back in the pack. He grudly put the pack away. "So, I really am you're Father."
"Yeah." Jake answered.
Everything got a little quiet between them. Spike was suddenly finding, looking around the house was more entertaining then looking at Jake. Jake felt it his fingernails really needed a lot of attention all of a sudden.
"Why did you want to find me?" Spike asked to get the ugly silence to leave the room.
"I just.. really wanted to get to know you. I never had a fatherly figure or anything." Jake said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well. What do you want to know?" Spike questioned, putting his elbow on the table and holding his chin in his hand.
"Everything you can tell me." Jake answered, getting excitied.
"Well then. Get ready for a long day. I think I should start the story a little before I met Faye." Spike said.
Jake leaned it, like he was straining to hear the words. He absorbed the story his Father was telling like a sponge would water. Everything was soaking it. He wanted to pick up on every detail. He would sometimes pipe up with 'That's why you..' and 'Oh wow'.
It was ten to six when Spike stopped. Jake leaned back in his chair, relaxing his sore back. "Whoa.."
"So. When does you're mom get home?" Spike questioned.
Jake looked up at the clock. His eyes widen. "Oh crap! You have to go. I think the shock of suddenly seeing you would make her freak! You know how she can yell. I think we might have to relax her into the idea of seeing you again before she does."
"I think after 11 years, I have the right to see her." Spike said, still keeping his calm voice.
"Yeah... how much do you think a sudden visit from you, freak her out? Since.. she might think you're dead." Jake piped in.
"You got a point. I don't feel like getting my ass kicked by her either. So, when should I come back?" Spike questioned, getting up. Jake was already pushing him out the door when he started to open his mouth.
"Same time tomorrow. Hopefully, my mom didn't get fired today. She was late into work. She's almost always late." Jake explained. Spike jumped into his ship.
"Alright. So, you start working you're kid charm tonight. I guess I can wait til she is.. more comfortable with the idea that I'm going to visit her. Make sure she doesn't find out I'm visiting you. I don't want her to shoot me when I come back tomorrow." Spike said, starting up his engine.
"Don't worry about it." Jake said, stepping away from the ship. "Tell Jet I said hi!"
"I will." Spike answered back, sealing the window and taking off. Jake covered his eyes from the dust that was being kicked up. Jake quickly ran back into the house to clean the dishes they used and the kitchen. He was in a race against time today! Nothing went exactly like he planned it, but it was better then nothing atleast.
He just finished putting away the last dish when Faye walked in.
"Hi Sweety." She said, kissing the top of his head.
"Hey Mom. Glad you're home." He said with a big grin up at her. 'And super glad you're late!' He added to himself.
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Spike landed in the hanger. Jet, Ed and Ein were waiting for him. Spike calmly got out of the Ship, walked into the common room of the ship, and sat down on the couch.
"Well?" Jet questioned, staring at Spike intently.
"Well what?" Spike asked calmly like he really didn't know what Jet was asking him.
"How the hell did you're first meeting with Faye go?" Jet roared. You could tell he was on edge to know. Jet shook off his tention and sat back.
"I didn't meet her. I met Jake.. again. But guess what I found out?" Spike said with a sly smirk going onto his face.
"What?" Jet questioned. He was partically on the edge of his seat.
"You might want to lay down for this one Jet." Spike advised. Jet glared at him. "Ok Ok. I'll tell you. I'm now the proud Father of a 10 year old son named Jake."
Jet nearly fell out of his chair. "You mean that boy we met? Well.. I have to admit, he does look a lot like you Spike."
"So. Now I have a son. I told him all about the ship and everything. He kept asking about my life. Don't worry. I took out a few bits and pieces from the story so he doesn't know about the Red Dragons." Spike said, laying down on the couch.
"Why didn't you meet Faye?" Jet asked.
"She was at work. Besides, Jake's making sure that Faye is well into the idea of me showing up." Spike said, starting to fall asleep already.
"How's he going to do that?" Jet questioned.
"How the hell should I know? Remember, he's Faye's and My son. Do you think he will have ANY problem convincing Faye of seeing me?" Spike questioned.
"I see you're point. I bet that kid's the best actor, theif, fighter and poker player in the universe." Jet said, leaning back into his chair.
"Don't forget mechanic. He's really good at that." Spike said with pride.
"But you suck at that stuff." Jet exclaimed. "And I'm sure Faye does too."
"I saw him working on a ship today. He put parts from a combat ship from twenty years ago to the newest space aged ship, and parts from the army ships to personaly hover cars together. I'm betting that thing works too."
"No way! Something that weird couldn't possibly work."
"With how many mechainc books I saw just laying in the kitchen and from what I saw of the livinroom, I can tell you he can do it."
"I'll like to see this for myself."
"I'll just have to take you there tomorrow then. By the way. Jake says Hi."
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PLEASE EVERYONE READ MY OTHER COWBOY FANFIC, 'A GHOST OF A CHANCE'! It's a great fic that I am proud of!
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Running away
Part 3-Spike's First Visit
Jake stood still, staring at Spike with his jaw ajar. His pupils were wide as he stared at Spike.
"What's wrong with you?" Spike asked, knocking on Jake's head.
"Umm mmm... mmm..-mm.. " Was all Jake could choke out. Everything he felt about not having a father, all those years of not knowing... all of the feelings were consumming him as he stood and looked at his long lost Father. The thing that made this even more painful was the fact that his Father had no clue who he was!
"I think you stunned the kid. Way to go Spike." Jet said.
"Hey! I didn't do anything to the kid." Spike replied.
"Will you two stop calling me 'kid'?" Jake suddenly shouted.
They stared down at him.
"I have a name you know. It's Johnathan. But you can call me Jake." Jake said.
"Jake? You know, it just so happens we are looking for a Jake." Spike said, putting his hand on Jake's shoulder. "Now. You wouldn't happen to know who Faye Valentine is?"
"Faye Valentine?" Jake questioned outloud, then it clicked. That was his mom's name! Before she changed her last name of course. "What do you want with her? if you don't mind me asking."
"See, Ki- I mean Jake. She's an old friend of ours." Spike explained.
"Yeah. I get it. OK. I'll show you where she lives. Come to 34th GP Zone, area 1 at around one tomorrow." Jake said, nearly grinning at his plan. It was perfect! He would be able to spend some time with his father, then get his mom and dad back together! He could straighten up the house, make a romantic dinner, pry some stories about his Dad... It was going to be great!
"Alright Jake. I'll see you tomorrow." He said. He gave a slight bow before running off into the city, forgetting about getting his picture back. He was beaming with joy.
'I'm going to have a DAD! YES!!' Jake thought to himself. He was so happy he felt like skipping, which was saying a lot for him. he hated to skip. He jumped into the air every once in awhile during his joy run back home. He would punch his fist into the air and cheer. Nothing could bring him down now. He was on cloud nine and never felt like he was going to come back to the ground.
Jake quickly snuck back into his own house, setting down his jacket and getting ready for bed. It was hard to go to sleep in a clean bed when you were almost dripping with sweat from being outside.
Faye leaned against his door frame and turned on a light. "Thought you were slick huh?"
"What do you mean Mama?" Jake questioned with fake, but believable innocence.
"Don't play all innocent. I saw you sneak in." Faye said, walking into his room. She practically strolled into his room with her walk.
"Did you see me sneak out?" He questioned.
"No." Faye answered truthfully.
"Ok... so all I have to do is work on my re-entry. Got it." Jake said, grinning at his mom. She smiled gently at him and sat down on his bed.
"I know you have a wild side that needs to explore everything. Sadly, you get that from you're mom. SO, I understand the sneaking out bit. Just, if you HAVE to do it, please stay close and make sure you stay safe. I don't want anything happening to you." Faye said, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes.
"Does this mean I can sneak out?" Jake asked with a wide grin.
"Nope. Try to wait til you're 16 for that kind of stuff. If I catch you out this late ever again, I'll make you do trash AND dish duty for a month." Faye said, kissing him on the forehead. Then she lightly patted his head, befor turning back to the door way. She walked over to the door and turned back to him. She turned off his light. "Good night honey."
"G'Night mama." He said back. He snuggled down into his bed sheets and closed his eyes.
Faye closed his door and walked back into her room. As soon as Jake heard her door shut, Jake sat up. He had way too much on his mind right now to sleep! Sleep was the last thing on his mind right now.
He jumped up out of his bed and grabbed a peice of paper and a pen. He started to write down a list of things he could do with his ded tomorrow. He couldn't wait to show his dad the ship! He knew he would be proud of him.
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Jake woke up sitting at his desk. He had fell asleep while writing the 127th thing on his list titled 'Fun Things with Dad'. He torn off the peice of paper that had attached itself to his cheek while asleep. He looked up at his clock. It was 45 minutes til 1! How could he sleep so long?!
Jake jumped up from his desk, knocking over his chair. He didn't bother to pick it up and all but flew into Faye's room with his speed. He jumped into her bed, not holding anything back to wake her up.
"MAMA! MAMA! GET UP!!!" Jake shouted, shaking her. She rolled over. "MAMA! You're already late! Please get up and get dressed."
Faye shot up out of bed. She looked at her clock and cursed under her breath. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"
"I was still asleep."
"You're little night out on the town tired you out?" Faye asked in an 'awwed' voice, like he was doing something cute.
Jake nearly gagged. "Come on! Hurry up."
"What's the rush? I can leave a little before 1." Faye said, buttoning up her work shirt, tucking it into her skirt. She pinned her hair back into a bun.
"Come on. You're late as it is." Jake warned.
"Fine. I was just trying to spend a little more time with a growing boy." Faye said, kissing the top of his head. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck mama." He said, waving her off as she walked out. Once he heard her get into her hover car, he bolted to the window. His heart was in his throat as he watched her start up the engine. She drove off down the road. Jake was hoping she was out of sight by now and couldn't see if a Ship would land by the house or anything.
Jake ran into his bedroom and threw on his favorite pair of baggy jeans with holes in the knees. He put on his Mechanic shirt which was just a greese spotted, white shirt with 'I love Tools' on it. He grabbed his dark blue baseball cap and turned it backwards. He was already behind what he planned. He had to get the engine completely fine tuned before his Dad got here. That was his goal for today.
Then he would have to think up an excuss for his Mom not being here. 'Man.. I knew I would get myself into something like this. Stupid Soaps!'
He grabbed his tool belt and slipped it on. He walked out into the yard walking to the shed, when he could hear the roar of a ship engine. He looked up and saw a Red ship, standard single fling craft for bounty hunters, land in his yard. Jake covered his eyes with his arm.
Once the engine stopped, Jake lowered his arm. 'Damn! I didn't even come up with a story yet! I have to get him to stay for awhile too... but I doubt he wants to look at the ship I'm building.'
Spike opened the seal and jumped out. "So? Where is Faye? Is she in the house?"
"Ugg... no. She's not here y-yet. I'm sure she'll be here." Jake said with a fake smile.
"Well, looks like I will have to wait then." Spike said, leaning against his ship.
Jake admired the ship from afar. It was a pretty bent up ship, but a very sturdy one at that! One that could handle a lot of pressure. The words 'SwordFish 2' written on the side. Jake tilted his head ever so slightly, before shrugging his shoulders. Should he ask about swordfish 1? Nah. He didn't want people questioning about his ship.
"I gotta go work on something. You can wait here if you want... or come with me.. Not that you have to come with me or anything." Jake said. 'Stupid! I can't believe just because this guy showed up, suddenly I start mumbling and making no sence!'
"Whatever." He said, lightly up a ciggarette.
Jake walked into the Shed and popped open the side panels of the Ship's outter layer. He brough out his power wrench and started work on it. He tighten bolts, oiled a few areas, re-wired a few wires so it would work. He couldn't believe he missed a few of the problems he saw in here!
There was a stripped bolt he was trying to get off. He tried everything to get the stupid thing off, but it wasn't working!
Spike threw down his ciggarette. He was standing inside the Shed, watching the boy work. He became very interested on how good this kid was on mechincs. The sudden interest threw him off a bit.
"You might want to use a vise grip." Spike advised.
Jake looked up from his work. "Umm.. Good idea." He grabbed his vise grip and used it on the bolt. It came off with ease now. Jake smiled happily at him for helping him out. "Thanks! Hey.. you know. i just noticed something."
"What's that?" Spike questioned, mildly interested.
"I don't even know you're name." Jake said.
"My name? It's Spike. The man you met yesterday with me is Jet." Spike said, not thinking about the fit Jet would throw for telling this kid their names. Jet was a bit weirded out by Jake having their Ship in a picture.
"Spike?.. weird.." Jake mumbled. Spike was his middle name. No wonder he had that as a middle name!
"It's not as weird as Johnathan." Spike said.
"Yeah right. Spike is the weirdest name on the planet. Who in their right mind would name their Kid Spike?" Jake asked himself, not meaning to offend Spike. Oh who am I kidding? Yes he did. Jake couldn't help it. Sometimes he would just do that to people.
"Atleast my name isn't two names squashed together." Spike said.
"Atleast mine isn't a name defined as a sharp object." Jake said, smirking at his win.
"Yeah, but in the dicionary, next to the world 'Baka' is you're picture." Spike shot back. He couldn't believe he was having a name contest with a ten year old! Ok, so this kid seemed to be well matured for his age.. still..
"Oooo.. did you think that one up by yourself, or did you're mommy help you?" Jake said, rolling his eyes.
"Great one kid. Atleast for the last ten years, I haven't crapped my pants." Spike said, really getting into the argument now. He stilled kept the calm outside going on. Inside he was excitied! He hadn't fought like this with someone in... in.. 11 years! 'Since Faye..'
"I doubt that." Jake said, pretending to mumble it. "Least I had an excuse..."
"When is Faye getting here?" Spike questioned.
Jake smirked, taking Spike's change of subject as a win. "She should be here anytime soon. She usually has to work weird hours."
"Where does she work?" Spike questioned.
"Don't know." Jake asked back, tightening one last bolt before cleaning his forehead of sweat with a rag. He threw it onto a near by chair. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Do you know if she is seeing anyone?" Spike questioned.
"Seeing anyone? You mean like a boyfriend or something? Nah. She's never really gone out. Unless you count that guy Mark from her work. She brought him over once. All night I was kicking him in the shins and poured oil down his back. I knew he only went out with her because of her body." Jake said, smirking at his tale. He always looked out for his mom. No one was going to hurt her while he was around!
"So. You live with her? Are you her son or something?" Spike questioned, moving closer to Jake. Spike was sure this kid looked too much like him for his comfort.
"You figured it out huh? Yeah. I'm her son. Johnathan Spike." He said, looking up at Spike.
"Is 'Spike' you're last name or something?" Spike questioned.
"Nope. Middle name." He said, shaking his head also.
"What's you're last name?"
"Never had one. My mom figured that until she got married or my dad came back.." Jake coughed *you*, "Then, I would take up their name."
"Does Faye talk about her past with you?" Spike asked as they walked towards the house. 'So. This is my son. He looks so much like me... but acts a lot like Faye. His eyes have the same sparkle as Faye's do. It's easy to tell he's her son.'
"Only once or twice. She said she had some really good friends once. Said she was planning on going back, once she got her 'breathing' space." Jake explained. He opened the door to let in Spike. Spike stepped in.
Spike was surprised. It was a differe house from what he had expected from Faye. It was one of the cleanest, well kept house. The cabnets looked like they were only painted last week. A light peach color. A wooden table placed against the window on the left side of the room. It had a nice table cover running over the middle of it. About a foot wide. A potted flower in the middle. Three chairs around the table.
The floor was tile, but the enterance to it and what he stood on were rugs. Decorated with flowers on it. There was a potted plant hanging from the ceiling over the frig. Everything was well kept. He shivered inside. This was a complete shock.
"Don't worry. She doesn't clean beyound doing the dishing and taking out the trash. Sometimes the laundry. I do the cleaning." Jake said, knowing the look on his face. Jake pulled out a chair for Spike to sit in, then got into his chair.
"You're a polite Kid. Did she teach you that?" Spike questioned, sitting down in the chair.
"I kinda learned it on my own. Since I'm stuck here by myself most of the time, I read a lot of books. I picked up a book called 'Gentlemen's guide' and read it. It was alright. That's where I learned it." Jake explained. He waited for another question.
"Then why did you steal my wallet before if you're a gentle man?" Spike questioned, leaning back in the chair. He pulled out a cig.
"Umm.. no smoking in the house. I just cleaned the curtains." Jake said. "Umm well. I kinda needed money. I wasn't planning on finding you all of a sudden like that. I thought I might have needed to pay for some information."
"I see." Spike put his cig. back in the pack. He grudly put the pack away. "So, I really am you're Father."
"Yeah." Jake answered.
Everything got a little quiet between them. Spike was suddenly finding, looking around the house was more entertaining then looking at Jake. Jake felt it his fingernails really needed a lot of attention all of a sudden.
"Why did you want to find me?" Spike asked to get the ugly silence to leave the room.
"I just.. really wanted to get to know you. I never had a fatherly figure or anything." Jake said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well. What do you want to know?" Spike questioned, putting his elbow on the table and holding his chin in his hand.
"Everything you can tell me." Jake answered, getting excitied.
"Well then. Get ready for a long day. I think I should start the story a little before I met Faye." Spike said.
Jake leaned it, like he was straining to hear the words. He absorbed the story his Father was telling like a sponge would water. Everything was soaking it. He wanted to pick up on every detail. He would sometimes pipe up with 'That's why you..' and 'Oh wow'.
It was ten to six when Spike stopped. Jake leaned back in his chair, relaxing his sore back. "Whoa.."
"So. When does you're mom get home?" Spike questioned.
Jake looked up at the clock. His eyes widen. "Oh crap! You have to go. I think the shock of suddenly seeing you would make her freak! You know how she can yell. I think we might have to relax her into the idea of seeing you again before she does."
"I think after 11 years, I have the right to see her." Spike said, still keeping his calm voice.
"Yeah... how much do you think a sudden visit from you, freak her out? Since.. she might think you're dead." Jake piped in.
"You got a point. I don't feel like getting my ass kicked by her either. So, when should I come back?" Spike questioned, getting up. Jake was already pushing him out the door when he started to open his mouth.
"Same time tomorrow. Hopefully, my mom didn't get fired today. She was late into work. She's almost always late." Jake explained. Spike jumped into his ship.
"Alright. So, you start working you're kid charm tonight. I guess I can wait til she is.. more comfortable with the idea that I'm going to visit her. Make sure she doesn't find out I'm visiting you. I don't want her to shoot me when I come back tomorrow." Spike said, starting up his engine.
"Don't worry about it." Jake said, stepping away from the ship. "Tell Jet I said hi!"
"I will." Spike answered back, sealing the window and taking off. Jake covered his eyes from the dust that was being kicked up. Jake quickly ran back into the house to clean the dishes they used and the kitchen. He was in a race against time today! Nothing went exactly like he planned it, but it was better then nothing atleast.
He just finished putting away the last dish when Faye walked in.
"Hi Sweety." She said, kissing the top of his head.
"Hey Mom. Glad you're home." He said with a big grin up at her. 'And super glad you're late!' He added to himself.
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Spike landed in the hanger. Jet, Ed and Ein were waiting for him. Spike calmly got out of the Ship, walked into the common room of the ship, and sat down on the couch.
"Well?" Jet questioned, staring at Spike intently.
"Well what?" Spike asked calmly like he really didn't know what Jet was asking him.
"How the hell did you're first meeting with Faye go?" Jet roared. You could tell he was on edge to know. Jet shook off his tention and sat back.
"I didn't meet her. I met Jake.. again. But guess what I found out?" Spike said with a sly smirk going onto his face.
"What?" Jet questioned. He was partically on the edge of his seat.
"You might want to lay down for this one Jet." Spike advised. Jet glared at him. "Ok Ok. I'll tell you. I'm now the proud Father of a 10 year old son named Jake."
Jet nearly fell out of his chair. "You mean that boy we met? Well.. I have to admit, he does look a lot like you Spike."
"So. Now I have a son. I told him all about the ship and everything. He kept asking about my life. Don't worry. I took out a few bits and pieces from the story so he doesn't know about the Red Dragons." Spike said, laying down on the couch.
"Why didn't you meet Faye?" Jet asked.
"She was at work. Besides, Jake's making sure that Faye is well into the idea of me showing up." Spike said, starting to fall asleep already.
"How's he going to do that?" Jet questioned.
"How the hell should I know? Remember, he's Faye's and My son. Do you think he will have ANY problem convincing Faye of seeing me?" Spike questioned.
"I see you're point. I bet that kid's the best actor, theif, fighter and poker player in the universe." Jet said, leaning back into his chair.
"Don't forget mechanic. He's really good at that." Spike said with pride.
"But you suck at that stuff." Jet exclaimed. "And I'm sure Faye does too."
"I saw him working on a ship today. He put parts from a combat ship from twenty years ago to the newest space aged ship, and parts from the army ships to personaly hover cars together. I'm betting that thing works too."
"No way! Something that weird couldn't possibly work."
"With how many mechainc books I saw just laying in the kitchen and from what I saw of the livinroom, I can tell you he can do it."
"I'll like to see this for myself."
"I'll just have to take you there tomorrow then. By the way. Jake says Hi."
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