Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Repeating the Past

Sunlight shown through the slit of your curtain. You groggily opened your eyes, still a little sore and hazy from your deep sleep. You pressed the button to open your curtains, looking out onto the ship dock. Early morning. You looked over to your clock. 6:43 am. You wanted to go back to sleep so badly. But you had to start your day now or you'll never leave Mars today. You were going to wait a little bit for Faye. You'll just put her in the back of your mind until the time is right.

You threw the covers back and sat up. You looked down and realized that you were still in your clothes from the night before. Even your shoes were on.

"Ew.." you said. You quickly took off your shoes and socks, becoming incredibly uncomfortable about how hot and sweaty your feet were. As you walked to the bathroom, you saw in the mirror that even your makeup was still on. You groaned in disgust.

Was I really that tired last night? You thought.

You grabbed some towels and turned the shower head on. As you waited for the water to warm up, you began to replay the events of last night. For a minute, you forgot about Faye, and thought only about your conversation with Mr. Spiegel. It felt odd for you to still remember your conversation. You remembered every single thing you said. You cringed. What if you said something stupid? It was definitely not your intention to be edgy, but god, it all came out that way. You physically began to cringe, biting your lip and scrunching your face.

Okay, okay but what if... you thought, He was trying to be edgy too? Oh. You haven't thought of that. Maybe he was trying to impress you. That could be the case. You waved away your thoughts and hopped into the shower. You'll wait until later to go back and cringe some more.

Three weeks later on Mars, you finally caught someone. The reward was definitely not as big as Faye, but enough for two weeks. The criminal in mind was wanted for the murder of his family, and some other unfortunate souls who got caught up in his mess. But it was so easy to catch him, he was practically wearing a "catch me" on his head.

After you collected the money, you decided to get something to eat. You were starving from not eating all day, and started to feel cranky. You were thankful that you were hangry but with money this time. You looked around for places to eat, and found a diner right next to the ship dock. This could be your little hangout anytime you wanted to come back, you thought. The diner reminded you of the one back in your neighborhood. A little shady, a little scary, but for you, your happy place. You remembered the owner Lou, who took you in and at least tried to straighten you out. Shaking your head, you brought yourself back to the present. The past was going to be saved for later.

A few people sat inside, talking and reading the newspaper. You took a seat at the bar, swirling around on the chair. One of the waitresses stopped mid conversation and came over to you.

"What can I get you to drink?" she asked, her fingertips already tapping in front of you impatiently.

"Coffee, please." you replied. Before you could finish, she was off to get you your cup. You sighed in annoyance. It wouldn't hurt to be nice for a minute. You peeked around the diner, looking at the patrons exchange curious glances at you. You turned back, taking a sip from your recently poured cup. You weren't offended or surprised by their stares. Some people haven't seen anybody that looked like you, since some barely leave their home planet.

The waitress finally came back. "Have you decided what you wanted?"

You picked up the menu, still looking at it. "Umm.. let me get the-"

Before you could get your order out, a loud commotion was taking place outside. You shot a look to see a familiar face was causing all that noise. Fists flying, newspapers and trash thrown all over the place. Spike grabbed the man and squished his face against the glass in an attempt to restrain him. Surprised patrons moved away from the window, backing up towards the bar.