Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Broken Ship

Warning: 18+, contains a lot of smut 

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Early morning.

You open your eyes groggily to see that Spike's side of the bed was vacant. That would have been normal if you didn't hear the cussing and banging of metal coming down the hallway. You flipped back the covers and opened your door. Rounding the corner, you saw Spike rummaging in his room.

"Hey. Is everything alright?" You asked, leaning in the doorframe.

"My ship is broken. Again." He muttered, huffing impatiently. "I'm going to try to fix it."

"By yourself? Don't you want Jet's help or something?" You asked.

"I can do it, by myself." He replied. "Besides, he was already pissing me off this morning."

You nodded. Spike stood up straight, his face looking to the ceiling. Sighing, you could hear him grumble, "Happens right when we are down to our last dollar."

You walked in, your arms wrapping around his torso. "How about I make you some coffee?"

"Please. I'm going to need it."

You stood on your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his chin, patting his chest before heading back into the hallway and down the staircase into the living area. Jet sat on the couch, his head into a newspaper.

"Morning. Oh I'm sorry, apparently saying "good morning" could get my head bitten off, so I'm just going to keep my mouth shut." Jet called out, mumbling obscenities under his breath as well.

"I guess I'm making coffee for you too."

You decided it was best to leave Spike alone to work on the Swordfish. On occasion, you would sneak onto the cameras on the bridge while you researched and watched him work. Precise with his fingers, you knew it was going to take a while. What could be crazy is that it would be a simple fix but be so hard to take care of.

As you scrolled through the computer, your stomach grumbled. Looking up from your screen, you saw that the time read as 3:30 PM. Time goes by fast when you're having fun, you thought sarcastically. Pushing back your seat, you made your way into the kitchen. Opening the pantries, you found yourself making a couple of peanut butter sandwiches, hoping that this little thing could at least lighten the mood for your beloved.

Climbing into the rotating hull, you ran into Jet, who was walking slowly with hands in his pockets.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you." Jet said. "He's in a mood."

"Hungry, that's all." You replied. "I think we all are. Here, take my sandwich."

Jet chuckled. "I'm okay, don't worry about me. Just be careful before getting into the tiger's cage."

You smiled as you walked further down, approaching the door that leads into the hangar. Clicking the button, the door slid open to reveal the Swordfish in all her glory. You climbed in, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey, I got lunch!" You shouted, your voice echoing off the walls.

You walked further in, setting the plate of sandwiches down on a small bench. A long ladder that extended to the cockpit of the ship leaned against its side. "How about you take a break and eat with me?"

"No." You heard from the ship. Sighing, you began the ascend up the ladder. Each step you dreaded to see a frustrated Spike. As you reached the top, there he was, his brows furrowed as he turned the key of his ship. A sputter, a deep rumble, and poof!