Proof David is right.
I am as mean to my own characters as I am to his.
Game/Fandom: Serenity/Firefly
Characters: Jerrika Lang, Brian Trinh, crew of Kitsune, and Joshua Lang
Rating: PG - Language
Summary: Jerrika has a nightmare
You hear Brian's voice. "This ship is my home. And you have a place here." Strong arms are wrapped around your shoulders, and you know, without a doubt, that you are welcome, needed, safe, perhaps even loved. You can hear the hum of Kitsune's main engine. The soft sounds of Dylan's acoustic guitar drift in, carried by the ventilation duct, and there is the faintest ghost of a harmonica . You hear dishes rattling in the sink, Doc's laughter and Ferret's sarcastic tones. You know that home isn't just this ship. It's a warm smile over a shared pot of tea, a bond of trust and friendship, compassionate chocolate brown eyes. Yeah, you've fallen for him. Hard. Your life is filled with the things you never thought you'd have again: the alchemy of heat and blade and spice, absolute control and precision, creating a thing of balance and beauty that exists only for a few fleeting moments outside of memory. Your days are filled with challenging, exciting work, locks to puzzle over, computers to love. You have friendship, not just Brian, but now perhaps Ferret, too.
Doctor Landis Corrigan is on the bridge, sitting at the main Cortex console, working on something. You approach and offer help. "No I got it handled, it's all shiny," he says. From over his shoulder, you see that he is running diagnostics on the circuts of the primary archive system.
"Doc, I've got that task scheduled. I'll take care of it."
"Need to make sure it don't get done wrong, can't have it blow up again."
"But it's my job."
" Really? I thought you were just the Captain's whore."
You turn. Flee. Dylan is in the galley, your chef's knife in his hand. On the counters are the kind of ingredients you've only dreamed of- fresh, crisp greens, pearly mushrooms, glistening peppers, genuine chunks of real beef. "Got it covered, Jer. You go do the job that you're best at," he leers.
Ferret is in the cargo bay, a safe with an electronic entry key in the otherwise empty hold. She has your code replicator in hand, interfaced with the safe, and is running sequences. "Don't need your help here, Jer. Fact is, you're not really good for anything anymore. 'Cept whatever it is the Cap'n uses you for."
You flee to your bunk, and there is Papa, sitting in your chair. "I'm so disappointed in you, Jerrika. I really thought that you could make a better show of yourself than this."
"Papa! Where have you been? You're alive! You're OK!"
"I'm so disappointed." He gets up, leaves. You try to follow him into the hall, but he is gone.
Someone grabs you from behind. You're trapped, your beloved locks not puzzles, but prisons, helpless, without a hairpin this time to turn the tide. You're screaming, but nobody comes. Not Papa. Not Ferret. Not Brian. And then the pain starts.