first light (6)
spike spiegel x oc
SERIES MASTERLIST
chapter six: love is just a simple cliché
↳ word count: 6,1k
↳ spoiler warning: ep.18, 19
↳ other warnings: smoking, drinking, mentions of sex but nothing graphic happens, I’m a shy girl after all...
↳ songs mentioned: Papa Don’t Preach by Madonna
↳ a/n: it’s sweet, it’s lovely, it’s almost pure fluff bc we all need ittt
Spike wasn't usually the person, who confessed their feelings at any given moment.
He wasn't even the person who admitted having them.
But while thinking of Rory, he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat with every glance taken.
It was in the way she talk about the most ridiculous and most pointless things. It was in the way she spoke about the songs, she was planning to made him listen to. It was in the way she bite her lips when focused on work, gently tapping her pencil on the paper as she was planning out the repair plan of their ship.
And it was in the way they had kissed two days ago.
After their small bicker, per usual that day, the two of them hadn't talked much about their future. Instead, they both silently settled on figuring the unspoken thing, they had going on on their way, not rushing into becoming anything more.
Both broken from their previous relationship, both having the equal problem with expressing their emotions by words, they agreed on seeing how the things would go. Nothing else.
Yet, Spike Spiegel, the seemingly emotionless Bounty Hunter, couldn't stop thinking about the feeling he had experienced while kissing her. It was almost like someone softly whispered to his ear that it was time to wake up from his never-ending dream.
As Jet was hanging the clean pieces of fabrics, he had recently washed, Spike sat on the edge of the ship, a fishing pole in his hands. Faye had vanished once again, leaving the crew of Bebop all to themselves. They hadn't been on the hunt since god knows when; and with that came the lack of money they had to bear with.
Rory stepped into the deck of the ship, instantly thanking herself for deciding to wear today the top Faye convinced her to buy the other day. It was a bright green tank top with frills, certainly not Rory's first choice, hence, it did not suit her general taste in clothing — practical and plain.
Yet, today was finally the day she could wear it without any consequences; it was a hot after all. And she wasn't planning on leaving the ship either way.
Walking past Jet, her top and jeans shorts on, she put on her sunglasses and sat on the towel, a magazine in her hands.
"Hey, kid! Since when do you dress so..," Jet started casually, genuinely curious about her choice of clothing, yet he stopped himself rapidly. "Spike, I do not like the look of yours!" He scolded him, noticing him eyeing Rory's appearance.
"Huh? Don't know what you're talking about," the dark-haired man answered, almost like he was completely innocent and unaware of his actions.
"Jet, you're not my dad, calm down," Rory laughed, opening the first page of her magazine she had brought.
"Haven't you seen how he looked you?" Jet became indignant, stopping for a moment hanging the laundry.
"Your eyes are failing you, old man," she responded, feeling something blocking her sun. Soon she realized it was not something but someone.
"Since when are you becoming Faye?" Spike asked, glancing over the thing she was reading.
"You're quite an observant man, Spike, yet, your deduction skills are still poor," Rory answered, sighing. "It's a motor magazine, I'm looking at the newest versions of engines 'cause my Starman is behaving quite badly lately," she explained, continuing to look at the pages.
"Of course, what else would it be," he chuckled, taking off his jacket. "Cover up yourself, woman. You're apparently a bad influence on our ex-cop," he added, putting the fabric over her shoulders.
"Hey! I've heard that!"
"What are you doing later?" Rory whispered, taking off her sunglasses. Was she trying to look seductive? Certainly not, hence her hair completely covered her eyes, while the wind unexpectedly blew.
"Why are you asking?" Spike challenged her, raising up one of his brows. He absolutely loved to bicker with her.
"No reason. Although you can say I miss my pillows," she added, referring to the time she came back to the ship with a hangover and a black eye.
"See? That's why philanthropism does not pay off," he laughed, returning to his fishing.
Rory giggled, back to her reading. She could not possibly express how happy she was, due to the latest events that had occurred two days ago. Despite they had only kissed once, she felt absolutely thrilled at the memory they now shared. It was unbelievably calming; knowing that she didn't have to hide her feelings, she didn't have to act oblivious to his actions.
Yet, to be honest, she hadn't thought she could ever loved someone as much as she did the first time — the person being the boy she ran away, Jack. Although he had unbelievably hurt her, and because of that she was unable to fully devote her affection to the other person, there was something on the back of her head telling her she should. She shouldn't have to worry about her past and she simply could allow herself to trust someone again.
Thirty minutes later, Rory picked up belongings to get back to Bebop, plainly because her stomach was begging her to eat something. How big was her surprise, when she came to the living area, only to see Jet and Spike debating whether or not they should open a mysterious package they had just supposedly received. Silently eating a sandwich, Rory approached the yellow couch Spike was sitting on, just to hear Jet screaming at him as he started opening the box wrapped in some paper.
"What the hell is it?" Spike mumbled to himself, looking closer at the black rectangle thing.
"It's not ticking like it's about to blow?" Jet furrowed his brow, making Rory burst in laugh.
"You're so uncultured. That's a—," Rory started, only to be interrupted by Ed's cheerful voice, claiming she had found some data.
As Jet went to check the origins of the package they got from an odd company, Rory leaned over the couch, shoving the remains of her sandwich into her mouth.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing?" Rory called, only now noticing that Spike was utterly destroying the black box.
"Uh? Investigating? You know what is it?" Spike replied, quite perplexed.
"Yes! And you're absolutely ruining the thing!" Her squeal made Jet turn back, his confusion almost as big as Spike's "Give me a pencil," Rory ordered, taking the small black box out of his hands.
"I don't have a pencil," he plainly replied, still not knowing why Rory was blabbering so much.
"It's a video tape," she explained, searching for the wanted thing under their coffee table. She smiled in victory as she finally found it.
"Oh, an antique," Jet nodded, returning to the couch his crew mates were sitting on.
"Hey, it wasn't that long ago when people stopped using them," she replied, putting the pencil in one of the holes of the video tape to fix the tape Spike pulled out.
"Or maybe you're just outdated," the dark-haired man laughed, gaining a warning stare from her.
"Why did we get it anyways?" Rory ignored the comment, focused on her task.
"It was addressed to Faye," Jet explained to her, setting in the couch opposite of her.
"We should see what's on it," Spike stated nonchalantly.
"Don't you think it's invading her privacy?" Rory asked, finished with fixing the tape.
"Nah, she doesn't care either ways," he shrugged, getting an elbow nudge from Rory.
"That doesn't mean it's inappropriate!" She yelled, knowing that the tape could contain something highly private or sensitive.
"Since when do you care about appropriation?" Spike smirked, raising his brows, making Rory instantly blush.
"Hey! Quit that! I don't fucking like it at all!" Jet interrupted them, his stare piercing right through them. "Oh, and by the way. We've got to talk what the hell is going on here," he added, making an odd hand gesture while pointing towards the two of them.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Rory answered, avoiding the gaze of the two men.
"Sure, kiddo. Like I haven't noticed."
~.~
"Oh, it's almost like Christmas," Rory whispered in awe as soon as they walked into the old video store later that day. "I'm a sucker for those things," she added, glancing over the cassettes and video players that were located inside of the building.
"Sure you are, grandma," Spike mocked her, noticing the amusement of her expression.
"Oh, can you stop it for a moment," she complained, kneeling in front of one of the shelves as Spike and Jet went further into the shop. "Hey! Is that jukebox for sale?" Rory called towards the owner, yet received no answer, hence he was looking completely mesmerized at the sight of the thing he was watching on an old TV.
"He-Hey! You can't do that!" The seller's yell filled the whole shop as he had just noticed Spike smoking inside. Soon after his series of complains, Spike put out his cigarette, utterly smashing it onto one of the video players. "What are you thinking?! What the hell do you guys want here?! What do you have against me?!" He screamed, almost like in the state of convulsions.
"Shit. We're terribly sorry, man," Rory apologized the owner as she approached them.
"No, we're not," Spike mumbled, his expression as unapologetic as ever.
"He's an idiot, don't mind him," she added, looking at Spike with her eyes squinted.
"Hey, watch your tongue," he warned her with a smirk on his face as the ship owner's eyes glowed while he spoke with Jet.
"You're stupid," she whispered to him, observing the video that had been just playing.
"You're stupider," he replied with an attitude, subconsciously getting closer to her. God, how badly he wanted to kiss her, just to shut her up.
Their pointless bicker was finished as soon as the TV screen became blank for a moment, only to cover in grain. Although Rory hadn't got the right experience when it came to the old-fashioned video tapes she suddenly realized what was happening.
"The tape is messed up!" The shop owner called turning to the player just to see...
...Spike smashing it with his feet.
With the quiet squeal of the owner, Rory froze, watching what the Bounty Hunter was doing with disbelief.
"That isn't helping, Spike," Jet stated calmly, his posture relaxed.
"My precious baby! What has he done to you?!" The man rapidly kneeled in front of the thing, looking almost like he was about to cry. "You're have to pay for it, you bastard!" He angrily shouted, getting up to face Spike and trying to look threatening. However, had just realized his actions were pointless, hence he was significantly taller than him.
"Nah, I don't think so," he quickly answered, turning on his heel to leave the building.
"Spike! Hey, Spike!" Rory called after him, instantly catching up and leaving Jet and the owner alone in the store. "Are you out of your mind?" Her addition made him chuckle as he lit another cigarette when they found themselves outside.
"He was annoying," he softly explained, his composure completely differing from Rory's.
"And you were a dick!" she argued, relating to the owner's reaction.
"Sorry, not my problem," he responded, leaning over the wall.
"I truly can't believe you are such a—!"
Spike interrupted her with smashing his lips on hers, a cigarette still in his hand. Rory's irritation suddenly faded away as she deepen the kiss, allowing herself to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of his tender touch.
"You good now?" Spike nonchalantly asked, returning to his smoking as he observed Rory's confused stare.
"Yeah," she whispered without thinking, yet his cocky smile brought her back to the reality. "No! I'm still mad at you!" Rory quickly corrected herself, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning their argument.
"You didn't seem to be," he mocked her, his grin widening.
"Ugh! I hate you so fucking much!" Rory yelled, internally agreeing with him — and she hated herself for that reason now.
"Really?" Spike continued joking, only to notice Jet coming back with the video tape in his hands.
"And what happened here?"
~.~
"Me! Me! Me! Go, me! Don't you lose! Don't you lose! Me! Me! Me!"
"Shit," Rory mumbled under her breath, sitting absolutely awe-struck on the bright yellow couch in the living area.
During the past couple of hours a lot happened; Jet and Spike went for a search of a working video player, only to receive a package from the same company that before with the thing they wanted. Ed spoke with Faye and, somehow, convinced her to come back on the ship. Valentine returned with her usual obnoxious attitude, bickering with almost everyone.
But then, the video started playing. It showed a compilation of a little girl from the nineties, which everyone recognized as young Faye Valentine. As the woman froze in place, noticing that, in fact, it was her in her early years, Jet, Spike and Rory almost immediately regretted watching the tape. It was harsh seeing a person who now had no memories of her upbringing.
And although Rory firstly hoped she could find herself in her situation; no past, easier future, she quickly realized Faye must have been utterly confused. The memories made Rory who she was today, she couldn't imagine having no sense of them.
The living room was completely silent. No one had said a word.
As the tape ended everyone decided to leave, Rory included. She was going to do the thing she always needed while thinking — devote herself to the work. So, Rory, tools in her hands, metal parts awaiting to be fixed, put a cassette to the slot of her Walkman and began to work. It had always surprised her how she adapted the family tradition of listening to the music on the artificial device. The Walkman firstly belonged to the grandma, her father's mother when she was a teen in the early nineties. Then, Mr. Ray obtained the music player, his taste being the hits of the seventies and sixties, almost like returning to the past. Next, Rory purchased her own cassettes with Ultimate David Bowie Hits and some alternative music from the mid-eighties.
Rory suddenly stopped working, her eyes beginning to glow as the most brilliant idea sparked in her mind. Speeding into her room, she grabbed the cassettes that once belonged to her grandma, her smile widening with every second more.
"Faye! Faye!" Rory called enthusiastically as she ran to the woman's room, only to notice her wiping the tears of her face. "Fuck," she mumbled, realizing what was the probable cause of Faye's current state.
Rapidly kneeling down, Rory dropped her cassettes on the plain mattress, getting on her knees to hug Valentine. She felt deeply touched by the video she saw; knowing it was probably her place to comfort Faye — Jet would have never done that, neither Spike, and Ed... was just Ed.
"So? Have you finally kissed him?" Faye sobbed, wanting to quickly change the subject just not to experience Rory being concerned about her. Valentine didn't like of that kind of attention; not because she didn't want it, but simply because she was scared of appearing not as tough as she usually was.
"We'll talk about it later, now you are the priority," Rory answered, still hugging the other woman.
"Uh, that's nice but..."
"No, don't tell me you don't need anybody because, hell! You do," she interrupted her, slowly pulling away. "Listen, I've got an idea," she smiled, noticing a small grin appearing on Faye's face. "You don't remember anything, right?" Rory asked, wanted to reassurance that her assumptions were right.
"I don't."
"So, hear me out. I've read this book when I was young. It was about how the memory works and how certain smells and sounds can trigger that," she quickly explained, noticing that Valentine was looking visibly confused. "And to sum it up, my grandma the same age as you on that videos."
"Woah, that doesn't sound flattering," Faye laughed through her sadness, quite curious at what Rory was saying.
"I've got her cassettes from that time," Rory continued her explanation while pointing at the grey boxes she left on Faye's matters. "And maybe by listening to them you could remind yourself of some memories."
"I..," Faye stopped, perplexed by Rory's hostility. "That would be nice actually," she finally said.
"Great!" Rory beamed in her cheerful manner. She didn't know why but the notion of helping others made her feel unbelievably energetic. "We'll start with some Madonna's songs. I'm not a fan of hers, but she was quite popular at that time so maybe you've heard her on the radio or something," she rambled, putting on the cassette in her Walkman and the headphones on Faye's ears later on.
As Papa Don't Preach started playing Rory ordered Faye to close her eyes and focus on the music she was listening to. The cassette went on playing, the two women hearing out almost the whole mixtape that Rory's grandma had made in her past.
"And?" Rory asked as the tape ended, her fingers crossed her idea could work out.
"Nothing," Faye mumbled, her expression saddening. "I'm sorry, Ray. It's not working," she added.
"Don't apologize, maybe it's just going to take some more time," Rory comforted her, handing her out the remaining two cassettes. "Don't force yourself to listen it, but I'm going to leave them if you wanted to," she said softly, patting Valentine on her arm.
"You have no idea how jealous I am of you... you know your past, you have your memories..," Faye sighed, her stare wandering around the room and fixing on the window.
"Sometimes I wish they weren't there, you know?" Rory smiled sorrowfully, the sad times flooding her head almost immediately. "But I understand you, Faye. Just don't stop remembering you have your future to life through," she added, not looking at her.
"Funny, he said the same thing to me," Faye giggled sadly, fidgeting with the edge of Rory's Walkman. "You're both weird but you'd make a great couple," she added, the other woman's expression confused.
"Yeah, don't know if ever," she confessed in, what it may seem, mysterious manner, yet Valentine understood her completely.
The sudden noise of the doors opening, made the two women turned towards them.
"Hey, Faye, have you seen R—! Hey," Spike stopped himself as he noticed Rory sitting next to the owner of the room, his expression softening.
"Hey," the engineer answered, a smile appearing on her face almost with the speed of light. "Faye, I'm..."
"Don't worry, go to him," she interrupted her, nudging her with her elbow. "Have to let the romance bloom," she giggled as Rory gave her a warning stare.
"What was that about?" Spike asked her as they both had left the room.
"I should ask you the same question," Rory laughed, letting herself being led by him to God knows where.
"Just wanted to talk to you," he admitted nonchalantly, opening the door of his own bedroom and allowing her to step in first.
"How sweet of you," Rory mocked the tone of his voice, sitting on the windowsill while waving her feet in the air. "I was quite concerned about her. You know, I assume memory loss is painful," she explained quickly, finally giving him the answer for his question.
"You know you can't fix everything and everyone, right?" Spike asked her, standing in front of her.
"Well, thanks for believing in me, I guess," Rory shrugged. "Why did you want to talk to me?" She continued their little game of question-answer, subconsciously grabbing his hand.
"Ah, that. I want to get my shirt back," he stated, pointing at the pastel yellow fabric Rory had been wearing for the past few days.
"Excuse me?" Her brow furrowed, followed by the tilting of her head. What the hell was he talking about?
"You heard me right. I think you've been wearing it a bit too long," he confirmed, his fingers undoing the first button of the shirt.
"Oh...? Oh." Her answer was quite something — the first Oh was spoken with a visible surprise in her tone, while the second one was pointing out that she completely understood what was going on. "Spike Spiegel, has anyone ever told you you can't fucking flirt," she laughed, observing the movements of his hands as he was done with almost four buttons now.
"And yet, here you are," he chuckled, having unbuttoned the whole shirt now.
"That's unfair, though," she added, raising up her brows.
"Oh, what now?" Spike frowned jokingly, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
"I'm sitting here, my shirt undone, while you still have all of your clothes on. Unfair," she replied, her hands finding its way to his belt.
"Has anyone ever told you you can't fucking flirt?" Spike repeated her previous question, laughing at her antics.
"Oh, shut it, Cowboy. At least I'm goddamn funny," she responded, getting up from the windowsill she was sitting on.
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am! Don't argue with me!" Rory objected, now, standing on her tiptoes to get her face closer to his.
"Or what?" Spike challenged her, visibly curious about her next comment.
"Or I'll have to find a way to shut you up," she answered calmly, making him burst into laugh.
"That was fucking cheesy," he chuckled, grabbing her waist.
"Does that bother you?"
"No."
~.~
Rory Ray had never felt so good ever in her life. Of course, she remembered eating ice cream for the first time while being four, she reckoned adopting her first pet, she was aware of the time of her first kiss ever.
But now, laying in Spike's bed, dressed only in his shirt and her socks, she had forgotten to took off the night before, she finally felt completed. Almost like her whole world was at her fingertips; her world obviously being Spike.
Although... it wasn't.
"What the fuck?" Rory mumbled as soon as she woke up and searched for the comfort of Spike's arms, only to realize he wasn't even there anymore. "Oh," she added to herself, remembering the time this morning when he kissed the top of her head and said something about bounty hunting.
Sighing, knowing that they weren't even official so she had no right to expect he would have been there when she woke up, Rory approached the windowsill where her overalls and bra had been left last evening. She instantly smiled at the memory of Spike touching her body, his small kisses covering almost every part of her.
God, it truly was splendid.
Yet, it was an another day. The work awaited, the tasks whining to be completed. Opening the door, Rory prayed she wouldn't meet Faye or Jet somewhere around; the explanations would have been an absolute hell, hence neither her or Spike knew what was going on between them.
Were they just crew mates with an addition of a romantic relationship?
Were they secret lovers with love for bickering?
Or were they going to become something more?
Rory had no idea and she expected Spike to neither have one. She was scared of commitment, having experienced heartbreak and betrayal in her past. So maybe the things were better as they were now.
"Hey, Jet! Have you seen Spike?" Rory asked as soon as she found her way to the cockpit, nonchalantly placing her cup of coffee she had just made on the desk.
"No 'Good Morning, Jet! How are you doing?'," he huffed, glancing towards her.
"Good morning, Jet. How are you doing?" Rory repeated his response, rolling her eyes as he smiled. "Have you seen Spike?"
"Nope. And I'm kinda concerned you're concerned," he added theatrically, typing something in his computer. "You've never cared that much for him. Did something change?" His question was challenging, almost like he knew about something he shouldn't.
"Stop acting like a cop, that's not your profession anymore," she quickly ignored his question, sipping on her coffee.
"I'm just worried about you, kid," he finally admitted, looking at her with almost parental concern.
"Don't be, I'm an adult," she stated, sitting on the top of his desk carefully, just not to break anything.
"Alright, alright! But if he tries—!"
"Jet! You're supposed to be helping me here!" Faye's voice filled the speakers, interrupting the father-daughter conversation between the two.
"Wait. What time is it," Rory mumbled to herself, realizing that she may have just slept more than she anticipated. And all because a certain someone kept her awake last night. "What the hell is even going on right now?"
"We're fighting the pirates," Ed sang, appearing next to her while feeding Ein some dog food.
"The pirates?" Rory repeated and only a moment after she felt the ship trembling.
"Hey! Look out Faye!" Jet yelled as soon as the lasers started shooting at both of their spaceships.
Next thing Jet and Rory knew was Bebop's electricity shutting down, causing the man to lose control over the ship.
"Ed, get the computer!" Rory called, holding the cup of coffee for her dear life.
"Mono-system malfunction. Emergency pilot program engaged."
"Fuck!"
"Bad word! Ray-Ray said a bad word!"
Rory rolled her eyes, exiting the cockpit just to get into the corridor where all of the Bebop's main wiring system was located. Now, a screwdriver in her hand she quickly opened the metal box, noticing that the cables had been completely smoked up.
"Jet says it's a virus, Ray-Ray," the redhead found her way to the engineer, leaning over her shoulder. "Can Ed fix this?"
"No, Ed, go back to Jet," Rory murmured, trying to focus on the task of repairing the wiring. "Or you know what? Bring me the blue tool box, it's in my workshop," she added, realizing that the girl could be actually some use.
"Oh, it's a real emergency!" Ed cheered as Rory sighed.
The blue box held all of Rory's special equipment she had once bought. The tools were so expensive she wasn't using them really often in case she was unconsciously going to ruin them. But, as Jet stated, it was a virus. And Rory knew it was going to be a serious matter.
"Kiddo! You are needed!" She heard the owner of Bebop yelling as she connected the two last wires to their place of origin. "You're smaller, get down here," he ordered her, pointing at the hole in the floor where the remaining ships main compartments were located.
"Geez, take that out of context and Spike's gonna be jealous," Faye giggled as she came back to the ship,
"Oh, shut up, Valentine!" Rory growled, having no other clue what to answer.
"What? It's not my fault you have an emotionally distant moron for a boyfriend," she sang, relaxing on the Bebop's seat.
"What?!" Jet hissed.
"We're not dating," Rory honestly replied. To be frank, she wasn't lying; she was as confused as Jet at that moment.
"Oh, so you're just casually fucking, I get it."
"Faye!"
"A bad word! Faye-Faye said a bad word!" Ed giggled, walking towards Rory with the earlier spoken blue box with her tools.
"Don't repeat that ever, buddy," Rory sighed, beginning her work.
"Ray-Ray, why weren't you in your room yesterday? I was looking for you!" Ed asked cheerfully, not realizing what she had just insinuated.
"What?!" Jet shouted once again, this time completely red in his face.
"So I was right," Faye laughed, making Rory wanting to shoot herself in the cold space without a helmet on.
"I-I-I was with you, Valentine! Listening to Madonna, remember?" Rory panicked, quickly coming up with an excuse.
"Yeah, sure," she winked at the engineer.
"Oh, get lost, I'm going to do my job, if you don't freakin' mind," Rory hissed, disappearing into the entrance in the floor.
She wanted to vanish away simply to avoid the unpleasant conversation; she wasn't Faye after all. The confidence when it came to flirting didn't existed in Rory's usual manners as she neither had the adequate experience, nor the skills to do so. The exact same when it came to talking about her romantic live, strictly containing sexual intercourses. It wasn't, however, because Rory was shy — it was because she had some underlying trauma that did not allow her to spoke confidently about her feelings.
As she burrowed herself in the work, she managed to get a few minutes of peace before she heard the incoming call, soon answered by Faye.
"Hello? Oh, it's you... the mysterious missing guy," she spoke, making Rory almost hit herself in the head.
Yet, she couldn't show she was concerned; Jet was already suspicious enough and Faye would have simply teased her later on if Rory reacted in any way. Unbeknownst to her, Jet had just put Spikes coordinates to the navigations of Bebop, the ship being already on autopilot to pick him up.
"I'm done," Rory mumbled while getting up, silently hoping she would get some time-alone with Spike when they'd arrived.
"Good. What'd you know about mono-transmitters kid?"
~.~
Rory Ray was usually a calm person. She was trying hard not to let anyone affect her composure, yet, today was the day she failed miserably.
Spike had arrived almost an hour ago and she didn't have a chance to spoke to him ever since. Instead, she was sitting in her workshop, metal parts and tools in her hands, working on the transmitter Jet had asked her to create from the absolute scratches. Of course, it was going to play a crucial part in them defeating the pirates they had been chasing and helping the ship not to get infected with the virus, but Rory couldn't simply keep up a straight face.
"That's why I fucking hate the fucking romance, it makes you fucking nuts," she cursed under her breath, connecting the metal parts to one another. Her blood was almost boiling, as there was nothing for her to do when it came to deciding for herself.
Coming back to the living area, angrily holding the mono-transmitter, she handed it over to Jet without saying a word and quickly disappeared into the kitchen.
"You drinking that shitty beer again, huh?"
She suddenly turned towards the voice that had just spoken, opening her alcohol with the tip of her screwdriver.
"Cut it, I've had a terrible day," she answered, sipping on her drink.
"Me and Faye are going to..."
"Fight the pirates, I know," she interrupted him, her mood still completely off. "And look, I thought you were a Cowboy, not a fucking British troop member in the 1700s," she mumbled, her expression sour at her own miserable joke.
"'M here," Spike mumbled, closing her in a soft hug.
"Just don't get yourself killed, will you?" Rory whispered, wrapping her hands around his torso.
"I think I could... Just to piss you off," he chuckled, only to feel a hit in the shoulder.
"You'll piss me off more if you stayed alive," she added as Spike kissed her on the top of her head.
"Gotta go, mechanic. Take care," he said, making his way towards the hangar.
Rory sighed, having just realized drinking a beer in the middle of their mission was utterly ridiculous; what if they needed her help?
Glancing through the window some minutes after, Rory prayed for the best, crossing her fingers at the same time. Soon, they approached the smugglers' ships, Faye and Spike ready for the mess that was about to happened.
"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it," Rory growled, approaching the exit of the kitchen, her destination being the cockpit. She utterly despised staying with no job to do, wishing she could help them in any other way than just plainly fixing the broken things.
"Cut the mono-system!" She heard Jet yelling as she entered the main part of the ship.
"Fuck, how are they holding up?" Rory asked, her tone clearly worried.
"Poorly, get the computer, kid!" Jet ordered her as she ran towards the device, her body suddenly feeling sick.
That was the reason she never wasn't going to be a good Bounty Hunter. She panicked when it came to every little inconvenience containing the ones she cared about. Although she didn't mind the notion of dying, the sense of losing her crew mates was almost unbearable to live with.
"Jet! We're getting to close to Earth's atmosphere!" She noted, her hands trembling, realizing what could happen if they hadn't changed their location soon.
"I know!" His angry yell filled the cockpit, making Rory even more nervous than before."Spike! I'll be right there! We're calculating the course your on!" Jet added to the speaker, making Rory completely unable to hear the other words he was currently saying.
Spike was in danger.
She remembered feeling that notion before and it was far from being pleasant. In fact, it made her paralyzed as she analyzed the every possible event that was about to happened — each and every one of them being a dark scenario that ended with Spike'a death.
She couldn't think straight. The possibly of him dying brought her nothing but fear.
And then she realized.
It was because she loved him, not simply because she cared about him.
Spike was the person, who completely changed her life. His pros hidden by the cocky attitude and sharp comebacks, his cons visible in every way he bickered with her.
But she loved him nevertheless. And she couldn't lose him. She simply couldn’t allow it.
"You okay?!" Rory heard Jet's yelling as something collided with the Earth's atmosphere. She prayed it wasn't the Swordfish.
"I'm still alive!" Spike answered through the speaker as Rory remembered she should breath in order to stay alive.
"Let's regroup," Jet ordered, having being hit with the blast of the virus.
"No! Are you mad?! We can't possibly leave him alone!" Rory shouted at the man as Bebop began to turning into the opposite direction Spike was at.
"We're going to die if we stay here, Ray!" Jet scolded her, continuing his maneuver. "Spike," he turned his attention back to the speaker, completely ignoring Rory's panic. "Can you hear me, bud? I've got a calculation. It would take me seven hours to rendezvous with you," he added, Rory's body completely frozen.
"No, no, no, that's not right," she whispered to herself, feeling herself beginning to feel numb. Those things weren't happening, it was just her imagination, right?
Right?
"Ay, Jet. You know, I, uh, got some whiskey hid behind the fridge. Why don't you help yourself, bud?" The surprisingly calm voice of Spike rang through the speakers. "And, uh, give Rory a kiss from me, will 'ya?"
"Huh?! What went wrong?!"
"Spike?! Spike?! What's going on?!" Rory got closer to the speaker with a speed of light, her hands trembling.
"The fuel tanks are empty. There's nothing I can do now."
"No, no," Rory mumbled nervously, running towards the exit. "I have to help him," she added to Jet, ignoring his screams after her.
There was no way Rory was going to leave Spike for the sure death. Starting the engine of the Starman she flew to the dark space, her mind going blank. She had to help him.
She had to.
Having the coordinates, she had quickly found the broken Swordfish. However, to her surprise, there had already been another ship helping Spike so he won't collide with the Earth atmosphere.
"Ray? What the fuck are you doing here?" She heard a voice coming from her spaceship's radio, clearly as confused as her. "You're going to crash, get back to Jet!"
"Gotta the new equipment, remember?" Rory nervously laughed, not entirely realizing what was going on. "I'm almost unbreakable at this point," she added, her data quickly connecting with what Spike had just sent her.
"You're fucking ridiculous," he chuckled.
Landing on Earth was rather an odd experience for Rory. It turned out that Spike didn't actually need her help after all. As soon as she got off her own ship and laid her feet on the ground she speeded towards Spike, hugging him almost immediately.
"I've told you to be careful," she whispered, burring her head in his chest.
"Yeah, and you've clearly been yourself," he mocked her, holding her as close to his body as he possibly could.
"Oi, Spike! Who's that?" An elderly man asked, interrupting their little private moment of reunion.
"My girl," he answered plainly, making Rory's expression beyond surprised.
"Your girl?" She repeated, realizing what he had just said.
"My girl," he confirmed a bit more quiet, planting a kiss on top of her head. "That is unless you want to..."
"I do. I want to."
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