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Nov. 12th, 2005 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anythingbutblueShe can't stay out here crying in the corridor, and she doesn't know whether Jet's staying in the main cabin for his own macho male pride or for her sake.
But she hopes it's for his.
Soon enough she's moving, walking. She doesn't want to face Jet. And she definitely doesn't want to face Spike if he changes his mind and flies back and comes sauntering in.
(He won't.)
Wiping one eye with the heel of her palm, she turns dazedly into the bathroom. Once inside, she shuts the door behind her and finally puts the gun down and splashes water over her face in an effort to wash away tears and the last few minutes and the conversation she just had with Spike and the horrible feeling in her stomach.
Her face in her hands, she tries to think.
She and Jet aren't unaccustomed to this kind of thing. Spike goes off alone against bad odds all the time.
The lunkhead.
The time he flew to Space Land she managed to wait until after she'd filed her nails before she flew after him, despite that introspective fatalistic crap he'd pulled with her.
(And he should've been that fatalistic about it after he had to be bandaged up like a mummy the first time he ran into that guy).
She hates that he told her about his eye.
He's going off to die.
He never said anything to her about his past before.
He's gotten himself into bad situations before. He's like those old kids' toys that wobble when you hit them and always pop back up to annoy you.
The truth is she's had a bad feeling about all this since the minute Julia mentioned Spike's name to her.
And now Julia's dead. She'd been in the corridor while Jet and Spike were talking long enough to hear that.
He still left.
He's throwing his life away.
They can't just sit here this time. They can't let him do something this stupid.
The Red Tail isn't in any condition to fly, but what about Jet's ship? She could take it out even if he won't.
Abruptly, she turns off the water in the sink, hurriedly dries her face with a towel, and grabs her gun again.
If Jet doesn't want to let her take his ship, she'll just have to borrow his key.
But she hopes it's for his.
Soon enough she's moving, walking. She doesn't want to face Jet. And she definitely doesn't want to face Spike if he changes his mind and flies back and comes sauntering in.
(He won't.)
Wiping one eye with the heel of her palm, she turns dazedly into the bathroom. Once inside, she shuts the door behind her and finally puts the gun down and splashes water over her face in an effort to wash away tears and the last few minutes and the conversation she just had with Spike and the horrible feeling in her stomach.
Her face in her hands, she tries to think.
She and Jet aren't unaccustomed to this kind of thing. Spike goes off alone against bad odds all the time.
The lunkhead.
The time he flew to Space Land she managed to wait until after she'd filed her nails before she flew after him, despite that introspective fatalistic crap he'd pulled with her.
(And he should've been that fatalistic about it after he had to be bandaged up like a mummy the first time he ran into that guy).
She hates that he told her about his eye.
He's going off to die.
He never said anything to her about his past before.
He's gotten himself into bad situations before. He's like those old kids' toys that wobble when you hit them and always pop back up to annoy you.
The truth is she's had a bad feeling about all this since the minute Julia mentioned Spike's name to her.
And now Julia's dead. She'd been in the corridor while Jet and Spike were talking long enough to hear that.
He still left.
He's throwing his life away.
They can't just sit here this time. They can't let him do something this stupid.
The Red Tail isn't in any condition to fly, but what about Jet's ship? She could take it out even if he won't.
Abruptly, she turns off the water in the sink, hurriedly dries her face with a towel, and grabs her gun again.
If Jet doesn't want to let her take his ship, she'll just have to borrow his key.
