controlling the 'verse Ch 5
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Training House
Inara stood silently in the courtyard of the Training House. The blue handed men waited in the shadows, she could just make out them lurking behind the elaborate pillars. At her feet were two suitcases and a large wooden trunk. It had always surprised her that all of her worldly possessions could fit in such small packages. That was of course not taking into account the trunk that was still nestled safely on Serenity, hidden for a time when she may have returned to the ship.
She was returning there was no doubt at that. Returning to betray Serenity and her crew, the people she loved and respected. Inara hated what she was about to do but it seemed to be the only way to keep control of the situation, control that she so desperately needed.
At the sound of the incoming shuttle she turned her gaze skyward, wincing at the pain that ran through her body at the movement. What’s more the device in her forehead itched increasing her discomfort. The shuttle landed and Inara knew that it was her shuttle, what would always be her home. Images flashed through Inara’s mind, happy times back on Serenity, fights with Mal, visits with clients. All of which had taken place in that shuttle.
Tears once again started to poor down her cheeks, this time not at the biding of the blue handed man’s strange device, but at the knowledge of the act that she was going to put on for whoever got out of that shuttle. Inara knew that it would be Mal who came to get her, and that only made the guilt even worse.
The shuttle hatch opened and out stepped Inara’s savior and right now her worse nightmare. In two quick steps Mal was standing in front of her, looking like he wanted to fold her in his arms but uncertain if he should.
“Inara.” He whispered, taking in the fact that her body looked even more battered up close.
Inara saved him the trouble of making the first move and threw herself into his arms. Letting out a gasp as her ribs made contact with his stomach. They may have been broken for all she knew. Her arms slid around his middle as she rested her head against his chest. Her tears soaking through the cloth of his blue shirt.
“Mal.” Her voice was coming out in raggedy gasps not all of which was an act. “I’m so sorry Mal.” And she was, he just didn’t know for what yet, and hopefully he never would.
His arms stroked her back gently, being careful not to hurt her anymore then she was already hurting. When he spoke the words were like a gentle wind in the hair by her ear. “There’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. I won’t hear talk like that. You were right to wave me.” He pushed her away just enough so that he could wipe away the tears remaining on her bruised face. The tenderness with which his callused hands touched her face only made her cry harder.
Mal had always been a sucker for a cryin’ woman, and the fact that the cryin’ woman was Inara only made things worse. His voice caught in his throat, lowering his head he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead just above the ruby jewel nestled there. “Shh, let’s get on the ship so that the doc can get a look at you.”
Mal turned her in his grasp and let his hands drop to her waist, reluctant to let go of her. After helping Inara board the shuttle, the wobbling of her legs made her walking a little unsteady, Mal turned to see Zoë standing behind the suitcases.
“Why won’t you tell her, sir?”
“Tell her what?” Mal asked trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “You just get those bags, I want to be off this rock.” Mal continued as he bent to pick up the trunk.
“If you have to ask that question then you’re blinder than I thought sir.” Zoë mumbled as she traveled past, him and got into the shuttle.
Mal scanned the courtyard, before getting loading the trunk, wondering why there was no one else around.
Shuttle One
“How’s she farin’ doc?” Mal said with a grunt stowing the trunk in a corner. Noticing that Inara seemed to be pretty out of it, sitting against the wall near the doctor.
“She’s suffered many injuries, I’ve given her heavy pain killers to deal with the pain till we get back to Serenity.” Simon reached for his med kit again, taking out some wipes to clean the dried blood off her face and arms. “I would also say that she has at least two broken ribs. But all will heal in time.”
Mal just nodded his head before moving closer to Inara, helping the doctor by cleaning her split lip. At his touch Inara seemed to wake up a bit. “Mal.”
“Yeah, Inara it’s me.”
Simon seemed to take this as his cue and headed to the cockpit. Zoë was just pulling back on the control stick, sending shuttle one away from the ground.
“So it looks like you’re flying.” Simon said silently hoping that he didn’t sound as uncomfortable as he felt right now.
“That it does.” Zoë flipped a few switches preparing them to break atmo. “Doc?” Her voice was nothing more then a whisper.
“Yes?”
“I want you to drug him, drug him so that he sleeps for a while, dreamless sleep.” Zoë knew that with what she had seen today the Captain wasn’t goin’ to be gettin’ much sleep for a while. With their new job spyin’ for the Independents he was going to need to be at his best. “Same with Inara.”
Back in his days as a trauma surgeon Simon would have been outraged at such a request, but now things were different. His life was different along with his values. He reentered the main body of the shuttle and silently went to his medical bag, taking out two syringes.
Inara was trying to talk to Mal but was having difficulties forming words. When they finally did come out they were slurred and whispered. “Hold me Mal.”
Malcolm Reynolds had never heard anyone speak to him with the desperation that Inara was speaking to him now. A voice, so unlike her own, so without control. He couldn’t help but pull her gently onto his lap, smoothing a weathered hand over her tangled hair. “Go to sleep, ‘Nara.” Mal leaned back against the bulkhead, gently holding her battered body against his chest.
Simon moved towards the two still forms. “What’s that you got there doc?” Mal asked in a voice that sounded tired.
“Just something to help her sleep.” Simon replied watching with satisfaction as the Captain shut his eyes with a sigh. Taking advantage of the situation he plunged the syringe into his arm.
“Wha?” Was all Mal was able to utter before he completely succumbed to the drug. Simon then moved to Inara, noticing with satisfaction that her breathing evened out.
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Training House
Inara stood silently in the courtyard of the Training House. The blue handed men waited in the shadows, she could just make out them lurking behind the elaborate pillars. At her feet were two suitcases and a large wooden trunk. It had always surprised her that all of her worldly possessions could fit in such small packages. That was of course not taking into account the trunk that was still nestled safely on Serenity, hidden for a time when she may have returned to the ship.
She was returning there was no doubt at that. Returning to betray Serenity and her crew, the people she loved and respected. Inara hated what she was about to do but it seemed to be the only way to keep control of the situation, control that she so desperately needed.
At the sound of the incoming shuttle she turned her gaze skyward, wincing at the pain that ran through her body at the movement. What’s more the device in her forehead itched increasing her discomfort. The shuttle landed and Inara knew that it was her shuttle, what would always be her home. Images flashed through Inara’s mind, happy times back on Serenity, fights with Mal, visits with clients. All of which had taken place in that shuttle.
Tears once again started to poor down her cheeks, this time not at the biding of the blue handed man’s strange device, but at the knowledge of the act that she was going to put on for whoever got out of that shuttle. Inara knew that it would be Mal who came to get her, and that only made the guilt even worse.
The shuttle hatch opened and out stepped Inara’s savior and right now her worse nightmare. In two quick steps Mal was standing in front of her, looking like he wanted to fold her in his arms but uncertain if he should.
“Inara.” He whispered, taking in the fact that her body looked even more battered up close.
Inara saved him the trouble of making the first move and threw herself into his arms. Letting out a gasp as her ribs made contact with his stomach. They may have been broken for all she knew. Her arms slid around his middle as she rested her head against his chest. Her tears soaking through the cloth of his blue shirt.
“Mal.” Her voice was coming out in raggedy gasps not all of which was an act. “I’m so sorry Mal.” And she was, he just didn’t know for what yet, and hopefully he never would.
His arms stroked her back gently, being careful not to hurt her anymore then she was already hurting. When he spoke the words were like a gentle wind in the hair by her ear. “There’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. I won’t hear talk like that. You were right to wave me.” He pushed her away just enough so that he could wipe away the tears remaining on her bruised face. The tenderness with which his callused hands touched her face only made her cry harder.
Mal had always been a sucker for a cryin’ woman, and the fact that the cryin’ woman was Inara only made things worse. His voice caught in his throat, lowering his head he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead just above the ruby jewel nestled there. “Shh, let’s get on the ship so that the doc can get a look at you.”
Mal turned her in his grasp and let his hands drop to her waist, reluctant to let go of her. After helping Inara board the shuttle, the wobbling of her legs made her walking a little unsteady, Mal turned to see Zoë standing behind the suitcases.
“Why won’t you tell her, sir?”
“Tell her what?” Mal asked trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “You just get those bags, I want to be off this rock.” Mal continued as he bent to pick up the trunk.
“If you have to ask that question then you’re blinder than I thought sir.” Zoë mumbled as she traveled past, him and got into the shuttle.
Mal scanned the courtyard, before getting loading the trunk, wondering why there was no one else around.
Shuttle One
“How’s she farin’ doc?” Mal said with a grunt stowing the trunk in a corner. Noticing that Inara seemed to be pretty out of it, sitting against the wall near the doctor.
“She’s suffered many injuries, I’ve given her heavy pain killers to deal with the pain till we get back to Serenity.” Simon reached for his med kit again, taking out some wipes to clean the dried blood off her face and arms. “I would also say that she has at least two broken ribs. But all will heal in time.”
Mal just nodded his head before moving closer to Inara, helping the doctor by cleaning her split lip. At his touch Inara seemed to wake up a bit. “Mal.”
“Yeah, Inara it’s me.”
Simon seemed to take this as his cue and headed to the cockpit. Zoë was just pulling back on the control stick, sending shuttle one away from the ground.
“So it looks like you’re flying.” Simon said silently hoping that he didn’t sound as uncomfortable as he felt right now.
“That it does.” Zoë flipped a few switches preparing them to break atmo. “Doc?” Her voice was nothing more then a whisper.
“Yes?”
“I want you to drug him, drug him so that he sleeps for a while, dreamless sleep.” Zoë knew that with what she had seen today the Captain wasn’t goin’ to be gettin’ much sleep for a while. With their new job spyin’ for the Independents he was going to need to be at his best. “Same with Inara.”
Back in his days as a trauma surgeon Simon would have been outraged at such a request, but now things were different. His life was different along with his values. He reentered the main body of the shuttle and silently went to his medical bag, taking out two syringes.
Inara was trying to talk to Mal but was having difficulties forming words. When they finally did come out they were slurred and whispered. “Hold me Mal.”
Malcolm Reynolds had never heard anyone speak to him with the desperation that Inara was speaking to him now. A voice, so unlike her own, so without control. He couldn’t help but pull her gently onto his lap, smoothing a weathered hand over her tangled hair. “Go to sleep, ‘Nara.” Mal leaned back against the bulkhead, gently holding her battered body against his chest.
Simon moved towards the two still forms. “What’s that you got there doc?” Mal asked in a voice that sounded tired.
“Just something to help her sleep.” Simon replied watching with satisfaction as the Captain shut his eyes with a sigh. Taking advantage of the situation he plunged the syringe into his arm.
“Wha?” Was all Mal was able to utter before he completely succumbed to the drug. Simon then moved to Inara, noticing with satisfaction that her breathing evened out.
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