Chapter 7
Into the Stars
"Angel! Stay still, I'll get a doctor," Spike said, setting her down on the floor gently.
"No, I don't need a doctor," she said holding onto his arm.
"Are you nuts? You just had a knife sticking from you stomach, of course you need a doctor," he sounded a little desperate.
"He didn't hit any vital organs," she said gently. "Shouka could throw someone's mind into space with almost no effort, but when it comes to handling knives, he falls sadly short." She almost smiled.
"Still, you've lost a lot of blood, and you're still bleeding. We have to get something to make it stop," he sounded a bit less desperate though.
"That, I'll agree with," she responded lightly. They were interrupted by the sound of running footsteps down the hallway followed shortly by Jet's appearance in the doorway.
"What happened?" he noticed the blood pooled on the floor and the body. "What the hell happened?" he repeated more forcefully.
"Shouka wasn't as dead as we thought he was," Angel was cracking jokes as she bled freely on the floor. "Now he is though."
"Dammit Jet, will you get a towel or something to help stop the blood," Spike grabbed his attention. Faye had come to investigate the screaming she had heard and Edward followed her.
"Oh my god," Faye stopped dead when she saw the scene before her.
"Angel-person is hurt, aiyah..." Ed said quietly.
"Sorry Faye, I guess I kind of ruined the top," Angel said, apparently delirious from blood loss. She winced as Spike pressed the cloth into the wound. The blood had soaked into the carpet.
"Go find some bandages or gauze or medical tape, something to bind this," Spike said to no one in particular. After all the confusion had passed and Spike had finished playing doctor [real, not the way dirty minds think], Angel was lying on the bed with only slightly bloodstained bandages wrapped around her middle.
"What happened?" Jet asked for the third time, because he didn't get a real answer last time.
"I told you what happened at Shouka's mansion, how I shot him in the head. Well, he was alive and really pissed off," Spike explained. He had told the first part of the story back on the Bebop before they got to Venus. "When Angel opened the door, he stabbed her and she pulled out the knife. She killed him, that was the yelling you heard."
"But what happened to Spike's back-back?" asked Ed.
He hadn't put his shirt on the entire time. The scratches were still there from when he and Angel... should he tell them? Would Angel be insulted if he did? Would she be insulted if he didn't? Women were so complicated. He decided do go with the safest route. "It's nothing," and he went to put his shirt on.
"Looks like it hurt," Faye commented.
"It's nothing, just leave it alone," he ended the subject there. Angel had fallen asleep while they were talking. He watched her for a moment, she was frowning. He wondered what she was dreaming about. She opened her eyes slowly, looking directly at him.
"Hey," she said softly. "Looks like I still found you."
"What?" Spike asked, confused.
"Nothing. I guess Shouka can still play his little mind games even from beyond the grave." She sat up, gritting her teeth. "But I think we're finally rid of him."
"I hate to interrupt this little moment," Jet said. "But what are we going to do about that?" He indicated the body that had been pushed up against the wall to allow room for the door to open and close.
"Leave it," Angel said calmly.
"What?" they questioned before she could elaborate.
"I mean, I move the body to where it was originally lying and you guys check out. I'll move the hands on his watch to say a time after you checked out," she explained to them as she got up, showing them that she could move without pain again. "Now, go."
They did. The other three went to their room to get their things. She insisted Spike meet her outside, and he didn't argue much. He met the others downstairs to check out. When they went out to the ship, Spike found her ship already gone with just a note from her in its place.
Dear Spike,
I'm sorry, but I've realized that I would just cause too much trouble for you and the rest of the Bebop. I never meant to hurt you. Give the rest of the crew my love and regards. I do truly love you Spike, and I'm truly and deeply sorry, but I have to go.
Love,
Angel
Spike crumpled the note and tossed to the ground. He stormed off to fume and sulk in his quarters away from his friends. Jet picked up the note and read it aloud to the other two. Nobody said anything as they went up to the main deck. They sat in silence until Faye seemed to realize something.
"She stole my clothes."
Epilogue
Spike barely left his room for the next two days. When he finally did, it became apparent that he had spent a good amount of time shadowboxing. He continued to be sulky and irritable for another month or so. He finally seemed to get back to normal but there was a hidden stiffness to it. It was as if the flow of the water had been stifled but ice.
About a year later, while just cruising around, as had become his habit lately when there were no big bounties to catch he opened the channel of communication to an incoming call. Probably just the Bebop telling him to come back; maybe they found a new bounty head. It wasn't the Bebop.
"Hey, space cowboy."
))))))))))))))))))))
This is the first fic, besides the one I had to write for school, that I have actually ever finished.
I got my first ever death-threat review courtesy of AngelD Thank you very much. I'd just like to ask one thing, what on earth is a 'sarty-pants'?? Is it a new form of insult or a typo of smarty-pants? Just curious. Thanks Everyone.
THE END
Into the Stars
"Angel! Stay still, I'll get a doctor," Spike said, setting her down on the floor gently.
"No, I don't need a doctor," she said holding onto his arm.
"Are you nuts? You just had a knife sticking from you stomach, of course you need a doctor," he sounded a little desperate.
"He didn't hit any vital organs," she said gently. "Shouka could throw someone's mind into space with almost no effort, but when it comes to handling knives, he falls sadly short." She almost smiled.
"Still, you've lost a lot of blood, and you're still bleeding. We have to get something to make it stop," he sounded a bit less desperate though.
"That, I'll agree with," she responded lightly. They were interrupted by the sound of running footsteps down the hallway followed shortly by Jet's appearance in the doorway.
"What happened?" he noticed the blood pooled on the floor and the body. "What the hell happened?" he repeated more forcefully.
"Shouka wasn't as dead as we thought he was," Angel was cracking jokes as she bled freely on the floor. "Now he is though."
"Dammit Jet, will you get a towel or something to help stop the blood," Spike grabbed his attention. Faye had come to investigate the screaming she had heard and Edward followed her.
"Oh my god," Faye stopped dead when she saw the scene before her.
"Angel-person is hurt, aiyah..." Ed said quietly.
"Sorry Faye, I guess I kind of ruined the top," Angel said, apparently delirious from blood loss. She winced as Spike pressed the cloth into the wound. The blood had soaked into the carpet.
"Go find some bandages or gauze or medical tape, something to bind this," Spike said to no one in particular. After all the confusion had passed and Spike had finished playing doctor [real, not the way dirty minds think], Angel was lying on the bed with only slightly bloodstained bandages wrapped around her middle.
"What happened?" Jet asked for the third time, because he didn't get a real answer last time.
"I told you what happened at Shouka's mansion, how I shot him in the head. Well, he was alive and really pissed off," Spike explained. He had told the first part of the story back on the Bebop before they got to Venus. "When Angel opened the door, he stabbed her and she pulled out the knife. She killed him, that was the yelling you heard."
"But what happened to Spike's back-back?" asked Ed.
He hadn't put his shirt on the entire time. The scratches were still there from when he and Angel... should he tell them? Would Angel be insulted if he did? Would she be insulted if he didn't? Women were so complicated. He decided do go with the safest route. "It's nothing," and he went to put his shirt on.
"Looks like it hurt," Faye commented.
"It's nothing, just leave it alone," he ended the subject there. Angel had fallen asleep while they were talking. He watched her for a moment, she was frowning. He wondered what she was dreaming about. She opened her eyes slowly, looking directly at him.
"Hey," she said softly. "Looks like I still found you."
"What?" Spike asked, confused.
"Nothing. I guess Shouka can still play his little mind games even from beyond the grave." She sat up, gritting her teeth. "But I think we're finally rid of him."
"I hate to interrupt this little moment," Jet said. "But what are we going to do about that?" He indicated the body that had been pushed up against the wall to allow room for the door to open and close.
"Leave it," Angel said calmly.
"What?" they questioned before she could elaborate.
"I mean, I move the body to where it was originally lying and you guys check out. I'll move the hands on his watch to say a time after you checked out," she explained to them as she got up, showing them that she could move without pain again. "Now, go."
They did. The other three went to their room to get their things. She insisted Spike meet her outside, and he didn't argue much. He met the others downstairs to check out. When they went out to the ship, Spike found her ship already gone with just a note from her in its place.
Dear Spike,
I'm sorry, but I've realized that I would just cause too much trouble for you and the rest of the Bebop. I never meant to hurt you. Give the rest of the crew my love and regards. I do truly love you Spike, and I'm truly and deeply sorry, but I have to go.
Love,
Angel
Spike crumpled the note and tossed to the ground. He stormed off to fume and sulk in his quarters away from his friends. Jet picked up the note and read it aloud to the other two. Nobody said anything as they went up to the main deck. They sat in silence until Faye seemed to realize something.
"She stole my clothes."
Epilogue
Spike barely left his room for the next two days. When he finally did, it became apparent that he had spent a good amount of time shadowboxing. He continued to be sulky and irritable for another month or so. He finally seemed to get back to normal but there was a hidden stiffness to it. It was as if the flow of the water had been stifled but ice.
About a year later, while just cruising around, as had become his habit lately when there were no big bounties to catch he opened the channel of communication to an incoming call. Probably just the Bebop telling him to come back; maybe they found a new bounty head. It wasn't the Bebop.
"Hey, space cowboy."
))))))))))))))))))))
This is the first fic, besides the one I had to write for school, that I have actually ever finished.
I got my first ever death-threat review courtesy of AngelD Thank you very much. I'd just like to ask one thing, what on earth is a 'sarty-pants'?? Is it a new form of insult or a typo of smarty-pants? Just curious. Thanks Everyone.
THE END