The old man clucked at the appearance of the young Spiegel. Jet sat on a chair looking on anxiously, when his com clicked on it scared him out of his mind.
"Hey it's Faye. Did you find him?"
The panicked voice echoed off the white walls. Jet picked up the com and put it to his lips, "Yeah Faye, I found him."
"How is he?" the big man just stared at the com, "Jet? Jet?!"
"The Doctor says that he…" Jet struggled for the words, "He's in bad shape Faye."
"I'll be right there."
"Faye?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you even know where Doc lives?"
"Uh…no."
"Come to the west end of town, I'll wait in the street. I'll be lookin' for ya."
"Kay. Bye Jet."
"Yeah," he clicked off the com with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He waved to the Doc as he went out into the bustling streets of Mars.
This was it, he thought. He was finally gonna lose one of his brood to death. He knew Spike had pulled through some tough times before, but this…this was different. This was something deeper than flesh. The young man had survived worse that these wounds, Jet had seen him do it. This time Spike's scared and lonely heart had been torn to pieces. He had seen it when Spiegel had come back to the BeBop the last time with the news of his beloved Julia's death.
Jet had known then that it was over. Spike's body might heal, but that fragile soul of his? Well Jet just wasn't so sure about that. Not that Spike was ever one to want to be coddled, but he hadn't hidden his pain so well that Jet's paternal instincts couldn't pick them up.
Jet leaned against the wall of the Doctor's building, keeping an eye out for Faye.
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A/N: Sorry that these chapters are rather short and that it's so depressing, but it does get a little better and I thought that little chapter is better than no chapter at all right?
