Apr. 20th, 2006

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It's the underlying seductive hum of big engines and the cobalt blue low-wattage lights and the echoing sounds of footsteps on metal: it's the Bebop. Spike lets out a silent fuck, yeah and tightens his grip on Beth's hand.

"It's okay. We're good." He can't say he's sorry to see the bar disappear as the door closes behind them. It's a great place. There are people he's really fond of there. Sometimes, though, it's just time for a change. Besides, he promised her Europa.

The constant coolant drip is like a comforting lullaby to him now; he's used to having the Bebop just to the two of them. So it catches him a little by surprise -- well, okay, a lot by surprise -- when he hears Jet's voice.

"Spike? That you, buddy?"

Hey. Something different. That could be good or it could be bad but either way, it's what it is and it also gives them a chance to test his time theory. If Jet recognizes Beth, that means one thing. If he doesn't... hell, that's something else altogether.

"It's us." Hand in hand, they make their way down the corridor and into the main cabin where Jet's busy at the controls; he barely spares a glance for them when they show up.

But then he does a small double-take and grins. "Sorry it took longer than I thought to get here. Did you kids have a good time on Venus?" Outside the window, Mars looms. In fact, it's the Mars-Tokyo spaceport looming.

Well. That answers one question. Turning to Beth, Spike just grins. "Yeah. We had a hell of a time, Jet. A hell of a time."

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