Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Lovely Day

WARNING: 18+, contains acts of violence, angst and cliffhanger at the end 

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"Geez, I thought you would never show up."

"I wasn't the one driving." Spike said. You had the pleasure of meeting Doohan's lovely assistant, Miles. Sweet boy, for sure, but he could talk your ear off. Whatever made the ride less awkward.

"I realize that." Doohan quipped. "Miles, you got to know when to stop."

The boy huffed, stepping down onto the ground. "What can I say? Everybody likes a conversation!"

Doohan's massive junkyard was full of aviation goodies and finds, and his giant repair garage was something to talk about. Wrecked and forgotten planes picked to pieces for parts, you'd give this mechanic respect for not wasting. Spike jumped out of the tow truck, turning around to help you.

"She doesn't." You took Spike's hand and hopped down.

"Well well, Spike. Who might this be?" Doohan's smile stretched from ear to ear. "I'm Doohan, the best mechanic on this side of the solar system."

"I'm (Y/N)." You return the smile. "Spike's told me so much about you."

"Better have been good things, kid." He warned Spike. "I would shake your hand, but I'm afraid I'm all dirty right now."

You held out your palm. "No problem there, I don't mind getting a little greased up."

Doohan let out a laugh, taking your hand and giving it a good shake. "She's sweeter than you, Spiegel."

"Nicer to look at too." Spike mumbled under his breath. You twisted your body to see Spike give a quick wink to you.

"Stop." You mouthed, smirking. Telling you, domestic life is going good so far.

Doohan motioned for you, Miles and Spike to follow him. "We're not making any progress just standing around talking. Let me go ahead and have a look."

Your eyes wandered around the garage. The entrance was fully lit, but delved into darkness the further it went. From what you could see, parts and gizmos hung along the wall, waiting to be put to good use. There were so many parts you could've made an entirely new ship.

"Now if you want, I got a pot of coffee and a cool little office you can hang out in while I assess our problem." Doohan pointed towards the entrance of the garage. "Miles can show ya the way."

"That sounds nice, thank you." You replied.

"I'll be with you in a second." Spike squeezed your arm.

"Follow me!" Miles called out to you, his voice vibrating off the sides of the garage. As he bounced away and dragged you along, you could faintly make out the beginning of Spike's checkup.

"Would've been flattered if I was told you got hitched, my boy." Doohan grumbled.

Not yet. You thought, your heart jumped just imagining a simple ring on your finger. It made you blush that Doohan thought you and Spike were married. It was a lovely prospect to think about, but you had to get the Swordfish fixed first.

Mile bounced back to the garage as you sat in the office, taking full advantage of amenities provided to you. You pour yourself a cup of joe, taking a slow sip. For coffee from Earth, it was pretty good. There was an old saying you could remember about the once blue and green planet, muttered begrudgingly as if to insult it further.

Nothing good ever comes from Earth.

That wasn't all the way true, since this delightful cup of coffee did some justice. As you stared at pictures up on a board above the desk, Spike stepped inside, dropping his jacket on a nearby chair.