I did this meme around the same time last year, and I think I want to make it a yearly tradition because it's a really cool way to end the fic-year. Last year I came through for all but one request (which is still in my pending folder because I will not give up), and some were small pieces while others were full out fics.
Give me one of my own
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Inara comes to Simon in the common area and sits across from him. "I thought you should know that Ronon has taken his belongings your old visitor's quarters."
Simon closes the book he's been pretending to read and sighs. "I see."
"Ronon's loss is on a scale that only a few people can comprehend," Inara says delicately. "It's only natural--"
"I know."
Inara studies him shrewdly, then nods and rises to her feet with painstakingly learned but seemingly effortless fluidity.
*
Simon would like to hold on to his anger and hurt, to cling to it righteously, but it's impossible to do so. There was a time when Simon would have taken River and left Serenity--and everyone on her--without a backward glance or second thought. And for a chance to return to their old lives, Simon might have done almost anything.
He understands too well how hard it is to accept that what's gone is well and truly gone and can never be regained.
*
When Simon goes to the small room he first used on Serenity, he finds River standing nearby. "He didn't know," she says.
"Let's hope he does now."
Inside, Ronon is sitting on the bunk, shoulders slumped. He looks up when Simon enters and neither of them speaks right away.
Eventually, Ronon says, "When I was with Tyre and the others, it was like being back home, like nothing had happened. It was good."
Simon nods. "I imagine it would be, yes."
"But it did happen." Ronon looks around the small, cramped room and his unpacked bags. "I don't know what to do now."
Simon moves closer, until Ronon has to lean back to meet his eyes.
"Serenity might not be a planet and we're a rather...unusual group of individuals," Simon says slowly, "but this is a home and we are a people and a family." Ronon reaches out hesitantly and folds his hands around the jut of Simon's hips. Simon leans into the hold. "It can be yours, too. If you want it."
Ronon pulls Simon in closer, presses his face to his abdomen, and nods. "Yes."
.End
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