This is just a very short drabble I wrote after listening to "Blue". It doesn't really have a plot, it's just some good 'ol angsty F/S romance.
Five shots.
I hold the Glock in my palm, the smooth exterior of the gun so familiar.
So familiar...
Like you used to be.
Five Shots.
One. One shot for Ed, the only person I can trust. Ed, my crazy little sister. Ed, the only person who can make you smile. She's gone now; maybe that's why you're leaving, because the only person who made you smile is gone.
Why can't I be her?
One for Jet, your brother of sorts. Your comrade, your friend. He's upstairs, polishing the windows and watching as you fly away, away from him, away from us. We both know you're not coming back. Maybe that's why you're leaving to die, because you want him to be right.
Why can't I be him?
One for Ein, the smartest person on this ship. A foot warmer when it's cold, a pillow when you're hung over. He's gone with Ed, that hurts a bit. It hurts because the three of us weren't enough for that furry little creature; he had to go with her. Maybe that's why you're leaving, you have to copy him.
I wish I were a dog.
One for me, the Fallen Angel. One for me, your biggest annoyance. One for me, the little girl who was torn away from any semblance of happiness. One for me, the only person who doesn't understand why you have to do this. Maybe that's why you're leaving, because you want me to know why.
But I don't want to know.
And one for you. One for the Cowboy, riding off into the sunset. One for the bounty hunter who's tired of running. One for the only person I ever loved. One for the man who's old beyond his years, but still too young to die.
One for you Spike,
But only one of five.
