Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Don't Let Me be Misunderstood

Warning: mentions of blood, destruction, language and extreme angst including death. Message me for a revised version!
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"Lookie, look!" 

Ed pointed to her screen excitedly, her arms flailing about her. Spike was just about the same, praising the higher being that more of the rescue mission was coming together. 

"I'll be damned." 

 Spike and Jet rushed over, watching as a computer generated simulation showed the gunners exploding with codes all around that Ed cooed and pointed at. 

"Aren't I a genius!" They cheerfully yowled. 

"Who would've thought?" Jet mumbled, squinting his eyes. "And we had one of those pointed right to us." 

"We only had so little time for research." Spike said, shrugging. "Sadly this is a problem for Jo. Money wasted." 

Ed giggled, typing more into their computer as the crew began to discuss how this new information was going to change the rescue. 

"Never had a doubt in my mind about this blessing." Faye said endearingly. "What now?" 

Her normal outfit changed, being replaced with sleek leather pants and a red cropped jacket. She adjusted her guns in their holsters, just about ready. This outfit wasn't for show, it was for battle. 

"Well since we got Ed's hack on the line, we can make some nice changes to what we are going to do." 

The normal bickering failed to happen. But the Bebop crew knew their focus, and it wasn't on themselves. 

"Ed's place is here on the Bebop, manning for those gunners. Me and Faye will take out the front line, while Jet is behind us in the Swordfish." 

"Why can't we take my Hammer Head?" Jet asked. "Its has the steel to take a hit." 

"I trust you enough with my ship. What I need is speed, not a shield." Spike replied. "Besides, if we plan this right, we're not going to need much of a cover if Ed is taking their systems down." 

The natural but hated role of leader for Spike came with no hesitation. He hated how his mind worked when it came to strategy. He'd rather leave it to someone like Jet to finish the rest. 

After covering all bases, and figuring out which approach to take, they were ready. The crew broke for the final stage of preparation, fully loaded. 

This was no silent contemplation for Spike. 

He breathed heavily, his intentions shown on his face. 

His mind screamed and begged for this plan to work. There was no room for fuck ups. Not by him, not by Jet, nor by Faye. Everyone knew their role in getting you back. The risks that were being taken for you were tremendous. He was going to get you back. 

If it was a fight to the death for you to be with him, even for one last time, then so be it. 

Spike had loaded one of his guns, strapping it on his person. Explosives were tucked neatly on his sides, ready to be detonated at any convenience. He stretched himself out, cracking his neck. Floating memories of the last time he had held such things to himself replayed in his mind.

He knew what kind of person he was at that moment. He tried to find what the meaning of his life was, and that was the answer for it, at that time. He had gone full circle for that chapter in his life. And this was the next one. Reaching over on the bed, he grabbed his leather coat. 

 There was fire in his veins. He was ready for anything. 

"We're all loaded up, kid." He heard Jet say. "Is there anything else you can think of? Speak now, or forever hold your peace."