Forever In Love With Everything This Artist Creates

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a bit of summer bebop

First one is from 6 or 7 years ago. Still one of my favorites ^___^

Introduction

The quiet thrum of the engines at work. The subtle tremor of the ship as it passed smoothly through the Gate. The hiss of wet ingredients being heated on a frying pan over the burner.

Sounds and smells and the vibration under foot... all these things slipped beyond Spike's notice into the category of "miscellaneous inconsequential background bullshit" as he worked his way through the sweat-provoking movements of his Jeet Kune Do workout.

Even now, after three years on the behemoth repurposed fishing trawler, he hadn't quite gotten used to the peace that lay heavy on the battered old ship.

Long years in the syndicate had kept him on his toes constantly. Before that, there had never been serenity while he exercised. The commotion of life on the streets, no place of his own, and then the boisterous years undergoing ruthless and exhaustive training... there had always been shouting, jostling, distractions aplenty. That had been half the point, to be fair. For the rough-and-tumble upstarts taken into the Red Dragon it was crucial to educate them on how to function while life went to shit all around them. You had to be able to concentrate your focus. To be aware of everything happening. To take in the whole picture and then filter out the parts that could be ignored. How could you be trusted to handle yourself under enemy fire in a public situation if you couldn't roll with the punches from a gaggle of feisty and anxious adolescences constantly looking for someway to prove themselves.

There were moments, few and far between, where his mind would cast itself back to those riotous days and he would wonder if he genuinely missed any of it or if nostalgia was just designed to fool oneself into misremembering instances of hellish struggle as something cast in a more favorable light.

Certainly this was an improvement. Right?

No racing down a narrow hallway, elbows digging rudely into his ribs, bare feet shooting out from either side as other kids tried to trip him out of their way towards the kitchen. They had been treated like rambunctious puppies, encouraged to nip at one another, literally kicked around by burly syndicate soldiers who were required to be as tough and mean as possibly. Fight for meals, fight for a place to drop into a fitful sleep, fight to be the first to draw blood. Everything had been a competition.

Now he had a room of his own. A thin mattress with a threadbare blanket. A stack of milk crates where each level was designated as a different "drawer" for his few pieces of clothing.

Spike Spiegel was a simple man. He didn't need much. Though whether that would still be the case if he hadn't been raised in such a minimalist fashion, who could say? Food in his belly, even if there was no assurance of more on the plate in the future. Clothes on his back, even if they stank of sweat and were stained by splatters of blood. A roof overhead and at least three walls of protection against the elements - shit, the more he recalled of his beginning days as a Dragon the more he realized they were basically kenneled like hounds.

And now? A place to live that could sail around the solar system and bring them wherever they needed to go to make money. Clothes on his back, and in crates, and a washing machine to get it all clean in between wears. A stalwart partner with no interest in learning about Spike's past or about divulging details of his own. Even better, for the first time in his life Spike had a companion capable of creating meals. None of the rabble he'd been raised with had any culinary skills. Neither had Vicious. Neither had Julia.

So, he'd embrace the quietude of the ship as he went through the motions of his preferred flow of martial arts. He'd be grateful for the vessel that gave them a home so suited to their way of life. He'd cherish the fact that food was about to get into his belly and that the fridge often held ingredients to become future meals too. What comforts! A life so rich!

Later, digging around his plate with his chopsticks and half-ignoring Jet's voice droning on about some new bounty they should pursue, Spike felt his earlier jubilation sink back down to where his mood typically stayed. No meat. Not even a morsel of protein. This was no divine existence after all. Just another level of survival only marginally above the previous ones he'd endured and escaped.

Life would always be a struggle. Of fucking course.

Lol, OP you nailed it with this chart

Please enjoy this silly art I spent way too long on today

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Race Against the Clock

(search party / panic attack / "if only we could hold on")

***

"Where is she?!"

"Faye. Calm down. You're hyperventilating."

Wide, wild green eyes stared uncomprehendingly back at him. Faye's breathing did not improve. The thick clouds of dust in the air were no help for breathing or for seeing a damn thing.

"She... she..." Faye gasped.

"Dammit, Spike! Forget about her for a second! Ed needs our help here!" Jet shouted as he continued to furiously dig through the rubble that was settling all around them.

Spike scowled. The circumstances were not great. Faye's panic attack was the most useless thing that could have happened at such a critical juncture. Although, something lurked in the back of Spike's mind about the dangers of attempting a rescue before a structure had finished falling apart. There was a risk that Jet's hasty attempts to dislodge the broken portions of the building would cause more of it to crumble and it's not like they even knew exactly where Ed was in all the disarray.

"Faye." He cupped her face between his hands, palms pressing against her cheeks gently. "You are making things worse. Get your fucking shit together."

Cruel words but he didn't have time to baby her. Besides, Faye tended to react more immediately and aggressively to negative comments than to anything sweet and soothing. Probably something psychological to explore there but this wasn't the place for that.

As he'd hoped, his callous command sparked something in her. She stiffened beneath his touch and jerked back as her spine straightened up. Hurt warred with confusion in her gaze for a moment before her eyes snapped like green fire at him. She shoved past him without a word and started to sift through the wreckage of a different section of the collapsed housing complex.

Worry over the fate of the lost hacker was predominant in Spike's mind as well but he wasn't convinced she was trapped where the others were searching. Ed had discovered a trapdoor leading into shadowy depths underneath the apartments. He'd seen as much for himself in the video feed of her COMM call before the ground began to heave and the signal cut out.

She might be hidden under more debris than the others realized.

A shudder tore through him at the thought that she might not be buried alive at all. She might just be... buried.

No.

NO.

Wrenching his thoughts from that dark avenue, Spike threw himself bodily into heaving aside fragments of concrete and wood and whatever else had once shoddily held the apartment building together. If he could just find the remains of the stairwell... if that section had been built strong enough to remain intact while the hallways and everything else fell apart... if he could just get further down, deeper down...

The dog was with her, after all. The two most clever and resourceful members of the crew, trapped together somewhere in a place where they might not be getting much oxygen. Where they might be wounded or worse. How much time did they have? How long before there wasn't any air at all to breathe? It was a race against the clock - a clock they couldn't even see. A race they might have already lost.

Worst-case scenarios continued to plague his thoughts. He could hear Jet grunting with effort, could practically taste the tears on Faye's cheeks as she choked back sobs and choked also on the dusty air they were breathing in.

No.

Ed and Ein would be fine. They just needed to hold on... Spike and the others would get to them soon... if they could just... if they...

Dammit.

"Hold on, kiddo. We're coming for you." Spike muttered quietly, his throat tight with unwanted emotion and burning from all the nasty shit he was inhaling. "Just... hold on..."

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