Life Will Be What It Was

By Ryoko Kashino & Kitana blade studios

Hey all! Oh, it's been a while since I have posted a chapter.  Well for the longest while I had lost my inspiration. I dunno what brought it back but I guess that is always a good thing!  Hey go check out the awesome Fan fiction for the TV. show called Jake 2.0! The writer LJC is awesome, really read "Geek of Steel," it was one of the funniest fan fictions I have read in ages! Okay All Red and enjoy! And please be so kind as to review!  Thanks! Much luv and L8rs, Ryoko!

Chp 16. End of the Rainbow

Spike stood there after a long days work and just stared at his ship.  This life was nice, calm, quiet, and almost too serene for words.  He was not used to this at all.  He could feel himself becoming restless.  However, Spike knew that he had to lay low.  He couldn't be out there again.  He'd be risking his life all over again, but then again the Red Dragon syndicate was no more.  He really didn't need to worry about them.  Maybe he just needed to feel alive again.  That thought made him laugh.  He'd been alive the whole time, only his heart was so attached to the past it forgot what it was like to live in reality.  He shook his head as he realized that; they'd had a Shakespearian love affair.  Doomed from the beginning but yet always to be relived in memories and to be told to future generations.

 Spike felt a lump in his throat and a tear in his eye.  He was tired of feeling the usual anger so now he guessed he was moving on, three years with out her and then to have her for those last few hours again, it was more like torture than relief and happiness. He let the tear fall then used the arm of his cover alls the wipe it away.  He then ran a hand through his wild green mane.

            Behind him stood Duhan, the man cleared his throat calling Spike from his moment of grief. Spike turned his head, "Yeah, what do you want old man?"

            "Well, what are you gonna do?"

            Spike shook his head then turned to look at Duhan, "What's that supposed to mean?"

            "Don't play dumb with me, boy!" Duhan spun on his heal and walked into the shop. "I know how you work!  Remember, I'm the closest thing you got to a parent, and no matter how coy you think you are, I know you kid! So now just tell me how long is it gonna be before you leave?"

            Spike followed Duhan and took the old man's tirade in.  Dammit, the old man had a point, the man knew him too well, "Look, pops, I dunno where the hell you're getting your information but I say kill the messenger."

            Duhan looked at Spike; this kid could really get him pissed.  Why did always need to be an ass! Duhan pulled an old rag from his back pocket and wiped his hands clean, he was so angry he didn't want to stand here and look at Spike. After wiping his hands he threw the rag at the desk across the room.  "Damn it, Spike, that's it, I'm not in the mood to play this damn game! Why can't you just tell me! Y'know what just lock up the damn shop! I'm going to town; I'll be back after I'm good and drunk."

            Spike stood there amazed at how angry Duhan got.  Spike already felt bad, but now he got stuck closing the shop. Damn the cards never dealt him the better deal.  He heard the jeep start and let out a frustrated sigh.  Really why did he like to push people's buttons; he didn't really know the answer or at least maybe he played dumb to the real reason. The latter was most likely the best answer. He had just walked out of the small office to close the garage doors.  Before closing the last door he looked out at his baby, he was going to take her for a spin tonight. 

            Jet watched as they neared the right gate.  He really wanted to contact Duhan.  His gut just nagged and nagged at him.  Why? Because he was a cop and instincts were always the way to go.  Besides, Earth, was dead.  The oceans over flowing; meteor showers taking the once beautiful landscapes, cities and towns, turning it all to cinders and dust.  The best place to hide would be the one and only place that life seemed dead; a perfect haven for the living dead.  Jet rolled his eyes, living dead, good God he made Spike sound like a crazy horror movie fiend. Yet all he was; was a man running from his past.  But did the past count him, the girls and Ein? Jet shook his head hoping that thought would fade.  He knew that they'd been the closest thing to a family to Spike, or at least he hoped.  For more than three years Spike had been the only person Jet knew he could trust with his life.  Everyone else in Jet's life had been old friends, acquaintances, people with whom his past favors and such had been shared.  A new life started for him nearly ten years ago when he walked away from the I.S.S.P.  Everything that had mattered to him, the righteous things and beliefs he stood for ended the day his arm was lost.  I reality Jet hadn't just lost his arm, but every bit of innocence and faith in others that he had was gone.  From then on he really never trusted anyone.  Jet wanted if not needed to find Spike as much as everyone else on the ship.  He knew that Spike would do the same for him.  He just knew. 

            Ed sat quietly watching Jet think, most likely having one of his many conversations he had with his own mind.  The gate was only 10 miles from here.  She couldn't wait.  She'd see earth again, although she'd escaped it, it was her home satellite. Faye sat in the living room sucking down another cigarette.  Blowing smoke rings seemed to entertain her mind at the moment.  She was now beginning to think about how she should react if they do find that lunk head.  A good hard punch in the face would do! Well it would do wonders for her. The picture of him half bent over cursing her underneath his breath and holding his eye brought a smirk to her face.  Faye stood up stretched and walked up to the control area of the ship.  She sat down at one of the small command decks below Jet's captain space. She looked up to see Jet punching in commands for the gate system link up.  Ed sat on the floor next to him typing rather quickly on her tomato.  Ein however was contently asleep on the floor next to Faye's sitting station. Stupid dog, thought Faye. 

            Spike had just turned the lights out and was standing out side the door ready to lock up shop when he heard the phone ring.  He looked at the shop and then over to his ship.  Yeah, she could wait, but Spike didn't want to.  The phone rang yet again; his conscience began in on him, what if someone needs to be towed.  Who cares screamed the evil devil that rested on his shoulder.  It was late and it was Saturday no less, really they could wait.  He pulled out his keys and put the dead bold key into the slit and began to turn as the phone rang again. The good and evil began to spring into action again, arguing, finally the better of them winning. He unlocked the door and ran into the room; the machine had just picked up when he yelled, "Damn it!" Spike ran into the room switching on the light yanking the ear piece off of the phone, "yeah, this is Duhan's repairs, how can I help you."

            Silence, Spike rolled his eyes and said, "Hello!?! Are you there? You know it's after hours! You really could answer when talked to! I didn't have to answer the damned phone!"

            A quiet gulp came from the other end and finally a voice that was familiar, "Spike?"

            Spike took a breath, it was Jet.  Damn of all the times he chose to answer the phone. Spike cursed himself in his head and then said, "Yeah, it's me."

            Still a quiet silence came from the other end, "How long have you been there?"

            "A few weeks, not long at all, why?"

            "It's been two months, why didn't you call me when you left the hospital?"

            "I don't know, besides' I was in a coma for awhile before that and it's kinda hard to dial the phone that way."

            "Well, I'm on my way there.  Can you wait?"

            "Yeah, how bout I meet you some where?"

            Faye sat there hanging onto the words Jet spoke, "Yeah, alright, okay. See you there."

            Jet hung up the phone and looked at his crew.  He nodded his head, "He was there,"

            "Is that all you have to say?!? Did he sound excited? What, Jet tell me," shouted Faye.

            Jet looked at Faye and his eyes said something that only she caught.  Silent communication between her and Jet didn't bring smiles at all.  Ed looked at both of them and then to Ein.  The dog caught what Ed, missed, slowly he walked over to her and placed his head into her lap and nuzzled at her hand. Ed looked at the dog and questioned his actions without words. Ein looked her in the eye for a split second and again nuzzled her hand; Ed shrugged off the odd moment and began to pet Ein tenderly.