What she needed was to get drunk, to get stinking, wobbly, nauseous,
forgettably drunk. But Faye didn't because somewhere in the deep recesses
of her mind, she knew she had to stay sober if she were to go out after
him. Yeah, she thought sarcastically to herself, Faye Valentine to the
rescue again. Even when she had tried to save that Lunkhead's ass, she had
failed miserably. And then he had yelled at her for trying to help him.
Maybe, just maybe he thought a little kinder of her since she had brought
that message back from his one and only love, a woman who was the sun while
Faye was the dark, shattered moon. And did Spike even thank her for coming
all the way back and delivering a verbal note? Of course not. She hadn't
seriously expected such a polite mannerism, but oh god, if he had. If he
had just said 'thanks' or 'appreciate it' or 'I owe you one' then she would
have cradled those sparse words to her chest and never let them go. But he
had run out of there like it was a sinking ship. If only she had known
where he was going to go…
"He can take care of himself." Jet's booming voice interrupted her musings by the window. He couldn't remember ever seeing her look so distant. "Not if he wants to be killed, wants to end it all." He voice had lost its edge but still, Jet reeled back slightly as if slapped by that woman. Who the hell was she to make proclamations like that? And how could she admit the truth to herself, when he couldn't?
By no means had Jet's life been easy, but he liked to think that during these past three years, Spike had been one of the few consistencies. The ex-ISSP officer depended on making some amount of order out of the chaos that was the solar system. That was why he so loved his bonsai trees, for they would lead long lives and grow (mostly) the way he had directed. If only he could do the same with those crazy shipmates of his.
"Look here Faye, I didn't let you come back to sprout terrible nonsense. So I would appreciate it if you would stop with this garbage." He stormed off, probably to see to his trees. She shrugged in a gesture of old, "men are such babies." Though she did feel sorry for Jet, she knew she had taken advantage of him in the past, and in the present. He was too good, too concerned, too loyal, and too dependable and they walked over him like a doormat, always pausing to rub the mud off their boots.
And what could be a bigger blow than leaving and not saying goodbye?
"He can take care of himself." Jet's booming voice interrupted her musings by the window. He couldn't remember ever seeing her look so distant. "Not if he wants to be killed, wants to end it all." He voice had lost its edge but still, Jet reeled back slightly as if slapped by that woman. Who the hell was she to make proclamations like that? And how could she admit the truth to herself, when he couldn't?
By no means had Jet's life been easy, but he liked to think that during these past three years, Spike had been one of the few consistencies. The ex-ISSP officer depended on making some amount of order out of the chaos that was the solar system. That was why he so loved his bonsai trees, for they would lead long lives and grow (mostly) the way he had directed. If only he could do the same with those crazy shipmates of his.
"Look here Faye, I didn't let you come back to sprout terrible nonsense. So I would appreciate it if you would stop with this garbage." He stormed off, probably to see to his trees. She shrugged in a gesture of old, "men are such babies." Though she did feel sorry for Jet, she knew she had taken advantage of him in the past, and in the present. He was too good, too concerned, too loyal, and too dependable and they walked over him like a doormat, always pausing to rub the mud off their boots.
And what could be a bigger blow than leaving and not saying goodbye?