Author's Note: Hey! It's been awhile since I started this fic. I'm so happy I got some reviews. Anyway, one review stated that Jet wouldn't react that way. As if he didn't care. Hopefully this chapter will clear the whole thing up. It's in Jet's point of view.
Chapter Two: The Kind of Man
The moment I met Spike I knew. That it would all come down to this. No, I'm not a psychic or a fortuneteller. I didn't foresee the Julia-Vicious thing or of how hard Faye would take all this. I did know that Spike was the kind of man that would leave eventually no matter how much you meant to him. He was also the kind of man that you'd bicker an scream at. But no matter how heated the argument, when he left you felt like you had lost a small part of you. Small but important.
Most people are big on first impressions. First impressions mean everything. The first time you meet someone is usually how you view them for the rest of the time that you know them. Spike didn't care what you thought of him. His greeting was a casual smirk, some cigarette smoke, and 'Hey.' It takes something pretty drastic to change your opinion on someone. Spike was always doing drastic things. Didn't matter if he was walking towards his death or making a sandwich.
The first time you spoke with Spike you got the gist of his personality. He was aloof. He had chronic apathy written all over him. Once you became friends with him you started to realize things. There was a serious side to him. A side of him that hid a silent pain. Dying dreams lay there.
Everyone that knew Faye would instantly know that she was in love with Spike. Spike himself probably knew. The arguments were more of a game to them. I know Spike felt something for Faye, more than friendship. You could see it in the expression he'd have watching Faye walk away angry.
I think he was trying to push her away. Other than Julia and Vicious, he was the only one who really knew about his past. How eventually it would catch up with him. Most people would think he went to Vicious because he had nothing left to live for. Before I said that he felt something for Faye. Perhaps the reason he left was because he did have something to live for. It wouldn't be long before Vicious figured out what it was. If Vicious got on the Bebop I wouldn't be surprised if he slaughtered us in our sleep. Hardly comforting but true.
Spike's death was expected. When he left the Bebop death was hanging over him more than ever. Both Vicious and Spike knew they were going to die that night. He might have made it out alive if Vicious wasn't the way he was. If Vicious was going to die he'd have to take everyone around him down with him. And Spike was going to make sure that he was the only one around.
Spike Spiegel was the kind of man that left tragedy in his wake. And somewhere a broken heart.
A.N.: I hope you liked this chapter. The next chapter is 'Death Don't Judge.' Faye finds Edward, but why isn't she with her father? Please review!