Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Jet

As much as Jet drank tonight, he felt pretty straight right now. His only goal was to head home, shower and go to bed. He wasn't really one to party, since he left all of that to Faye and sometimes Spike. He had his moments where he wanted to, but always managed to get hurt while doing it.
Now that Jet realized, he only hurt himself while partying, and never when trying to collect a bounty.

I'm getting old. He thought. He was already cranky, but Jet had always been like that. He didn't like to dwell on the subject of getting old. He hated the idea of someone trying to take care of him, or himgetting slower and weaker. And retirement wasn't really in Jet's future. At least for now.

Deciding to squash his thoughts of aging, he decided to focus on dinner. It was definitely nice, since the bounty was big enough for them to get a good supper. But that wasn't what the highlight of his evening was. It was the tension between Spike and their new found friend. Or was it just chemistry?

Jet didn't mind third wheeling at all. Company at dinner time is welcomed, especially if it's someone other than the Bebop crew. (Y/n) was a breath of fresh air, compared to the constant bickering of Spike and Faye, and Radical Ed being herself. The only melllowed one of the bunch was Ein, who Jet just knows is the smartest one on the goddamn ship (even smarter than himself). He's already an intelligent dog, and the only one with their priorities straight.

Either way, it was very noticeable. Jet would like to think that Spike acts like he doesn't care and doesn't notice. But traveling with him long enough, Jet could read Spike like a book. He was very, very interested. There was one thing that Jet was suspicious of about their new companion.

Will Faye be joining us?

He shouldn't read too much into it, maybe Spike told her about Faye. But one couldn't help but wonder. As far as Jet knew, Faye was still wanted. Housing a criminal could ruin Jet and Spike, but Faye's helping hand was her way of convincing Jet to let her stay on the Bebop. Her contribution was welcomed, but everything else, (especially her attitude), was not.

Taken aback by (y/n)'s question, Jet just replied with a simple no. Sweet, simple. Nothing else to it. Paranoia took no time in settling into Jet's mind. What if she was just trying to get close to Spike to get to Faye? Kind of sick to think. Jet hadn't seen Spike in semi-high spirits in so long. And if it was some cruel scheme? We'll get there when we get there. Jet thought.

Yawning, Jet certainly was excited to bother Spike with questions about his late night with (y/n). It was none of his business, and Spike made sure of that. Any talks of relationships had always been shut down, but this one might be different.

Jet made his way to the bridge, powering on the navigation console. As tired as he was, he needed to check and see where their next rendezvous may be, and how long it would take. They may just take a few more days off here, but he would need to ask the rest of the crew if that was okay. Especially Spike.

Jet propped his head up on the table, the light from the navigation console illuminating off of his metal arm. Fiddling with the buttons, he debated on staying up and waiting for Spike to come home, but his drooping eyelids told him otherwise. There was always tomorrow. It felt like eternity until Jet snapped out of his tired, lazy state when he decided to head to bed. Heading towards the door, Jet stretched his arms out, his stomach still full from dinner. Man, he was going to sleep really good tonight. Nothing to worry about at the moment, just rest and relaxation for the next week or so.

Jet scooted underneath the covers, the hum of the Bebop luring him to sleep. Out of nowhere, there was the muffled sound of a loud boom. Jet opened his eyes, sighing. He had a feeling that some obscure part of the Bebop was bound to break down, or better, Faye or Ed broke it.

Throwing back the covers, Jet got out of bed, the cold air hitting him as he left his nest of warmth. As he walked towards the bridge, the sudden urge to just say fuck it and go back to bed was getting stronger by the second. But then he would have to deal with it later, and he might as well get it out of the way.

It wasn't until he reached the top of the stairs to the bridge did he realize that the problem wasn't in the Bebop. It was across the port, in massive flames that could very well take the surrounding ships down with it. A slight panic arose in Jet. A ship explosion was just as unpredictable as a car accident. At any given moment, things could turn from bad to worse.

And worse for Jet was realizing that Spike was still in town.
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[AN] it's been a while, but here's a point of view from Jet and what he thinks of (y/n). I'm working on the next chapter right now. I feel like I have to get you a little taste for what's to come or to hold you over for a little bit longer. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you're ready for this next chapter !