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Fic - Our Game
Title: Our Game
Rating: PG for mild violence
Characters/Pairings: Implied Spike/Julia
Summary: Spike is watched as he struggles down the Syndicate steps. Spoilers for Spike's backstory and end of the series.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my copy of the Bebop movie. *Huggles movie to self*
A/N: This hasn't been beta'd, but I wanted to get a Bebop fic out into the world.
Your steps are taken with such finality and grace, as if you were already here with me and knew it. But I know you better than that. I always did. While your final footsteps on those stairs tell the onlookers that you’re okay with dying, I know the truth behind your faltering. Every step down that you take is a failure for you to keep your body working in your world. You walk slowly, not from pain only, but from a defiance to give into something you can’t understand.
Our ends were never supposed to be this peaceful.
Remember our game, Spike? When we would randomly pull out our finger guns and see who could shoot the other first? Despite your skill in gunslinging, do you remember how I always seemed to sneak up on you?
The first time. We were walking in the park after your acceptance into the Syndicate and we were in public together, without worries of who saw us. Vicious was off-planet, remember? You were so carefree and young in those days, Spike. Constantly you babbled to me about how excited you were to have friends and a place to belong.
And I looked around to see if anyone would see my prank. “Spike?” I asked quietly. You turned around, as I expected and I held up my index finger and thumb toward you. “Bang.” Instead of rolling your eyes and rebuking me on my childish behavior, as Vicious would have done, you gasped and held your invisible wound closed with your sinewy hands. In those days, you always fell on your back, your abnormally long legs raised into the air for a moment before falling back to earth with a slight tremor.
Though we never said it aloud, we came to an understanding that our deaths would be as melodramatic as our morbid game.
And here you are, almost soundlessly making your way closer to the end of your life.
How did this happen?
I can only watch as you trudge on, barely anything left inside that broken shell of the man I once knew. I want to slip under one of your arms, help you make it to the bottom of the stairs…
But I can’t, Spike. Like so often in our screwed-up relationship, I’m not there for you when you need me the most. I take on my normal role as the girl you knew who ran away, never to be seen again. But I never forgot you and how we could rule the world when we were together. We were a team, Spike. A perfect team in imperfect times.
And Spike? I just wanted to tell you, I –
“Bang.”
Oh…you got me.
Rating: PG for mild violence
Characters/Pairings: Implied Spike/Julia
Summary: Spike is watched as he struggles down the Syndicate steps. Spoilers for Spike's backstory and end of the series.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my copy of the Bebop movie. *Huggles movie to self*
A/N: This hasn't been beta'd, but I wanted to get a Bebop fic out into the world.
Your steps are taken with such finality and grace, as if you were already here with me and knew it. But I know you better than that. I always did. While your final footsteps on those stairs tell the onlookers that you’re okay with dying, I know the truth behind your faltering. Every step down that you take is a failure for you to keep your body working in your world. You walk slowly, not from pain only, but from a defiance to give into something you can’t understand.
Our ends were never supposed to be this peaceful.
Remember our game, Spike? When we would randomly pull out our finger guns and see who could shoot the other first? Despite your skill in gunslinging, do you remember how I always seemed to sneak up on you?
The first time. We were walking in the park after your acceptance into the Syndicate and we were in public together, without worries of who saw us. Vicious was off-planet, remember? You were so carefree and young in those days, Spike. Constantly you babbled to me about how excited you were to have friends and a place to belong.
And I looked around to see if anyone would see my prank. “Spike?” I asked quietly. You turned around, as I expected and I held up my index finger and thumb toward you. “Bang.” Instead of rolling your eyes and rebuking me on my childish behavior, as Vicious would have done, you gasped and held your invisible wound closed with your sinewy hands. In those days, you always fell on your back, your abnormally long legs raised into the air for a moment before falling back to earth with a slight tremor.
Though we never said it aloud, we came to an understanding that our deaths would be as melodramatic as our morbid game.
And here you are, almost soundlessly making your way closer to the end of your life.
How did this happen?
I can only watch as you trudge on, barely anything left inside that broken shell of the man I once knew. I want to slip under one of your arms, help you make it to the bottom of the stairs…
But I can’t, Spike. Like so often in our screwed-up relationship, I’m not there for you when you need me the most. I take on my normal role as the girl you knew who ran away, never to be seen again. But I never forgot you and how we could rule the world when we were together. We were a team, Spike. A perfect team in imperfect times.
And Spike? I just wanted to tell you, I –
“Bang.”
Oh…you got me.
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As for reading fic, this is always a grand idea. Though I should write some more. My Narnia plot bunnies are going to rebel soon if I don't do something about it.
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