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(On the Bebop)
Dec. 6th, 2004 10:50 pmIt's dark and it's empty and it's hot, like all the coolant rods have been spent and the fuel's about gone. Emergency lights blink slowly, delineating walkways and room entrances and leading to computer consoles. The slow ache of a motor on standby fills the air with a mechanical whirr. But he knows this ship; he knows it like the back of his hand.
Which, at the moment, is holding onto Beth for dear life, because if she didn't make it through the door with him, he wasn't going either. But she's here. She's here with him, and that's more than a minor miracle. It's fucking huge.
"Jet?"
The only answer is his own voice floating back in a tinny echo. Still leading Beth by the hand, Spike makes his way to the control console and presses a few of the buttons; intimate knowledge of the controls makes the movements automatic. Lights flicker on; a few flicker back off again.
"Fuck." He turns to Beth and runs his hands over her, making sure she's still there. "Beth, we're on the Bebop."
Which, at the moment, is holding onto Beth for dear life, because if she didn't make it through the door with him, he wasn't going either. But she's here. She's here with him, and that's more than a minor miracle. It's fucking huge.
"Jet?"
The only answer is his own voice floating back in a tinny echo. Still leading Beth by the hand, Spike makes his way to the control console and presses a few of the buttons; intimate knowledge of the controls makes the movements automatic. Lights flicker on; a few flicker back off again.
"Fuck." He turns to Beth and runs his hands over her, making sure she's still there. "Beth, we're on the Bebop."
