Mal/River Prompt 9 - Night Terrors
Title: Night Terrors
Author: Ana Sedai
Rating: PG
Character(s): Mal, River
Prompt: 042 - Monsters
Word Count: 877
A/N: Ninth in my Joss100 Mal/River series. I know I have to start writing these faster!
Summary: Not all monsters are found in nightmares.
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Mal was not a heavy sleeper. Years of war and hard living had left him with an overdeveloped sense of hearing, and any little noise that penetrated the walls of his bunk also tended to penetrate his shut-eye. This was occasionally a problem, as when Simon and Kaylee got a bit, er, vocal in her bunk, but overall he was thankful for it. His hearing sounds in the night had saved their asses on more than one occasion.
So when the tinkle of breaking glass snapped his eyes open, he made sure his gun was in its holster before he left his bunk. Early had been a hard lesson learned. He headed for the kitchen, tiptoeing a little bit, and poked his head around the corner.
River was kneeling on the floor, picking up the remains of a cup and saucer. It looked like she hadn’t even been able to start the tea before the accident. Her back was to him, but he could still see her graceful movements as she handled the shards.
“Not polite to spy, you know.”
She said this without turning around, and it was slightly accusatory. Mal felt a mite guilty, then a mite annoyed. He stepped fully into the kitchen and took a seat in the nearest chair.
“It’s my gorram ship. I hear something break, I go check it out.”
River didn’t answer. She finished cleaning up, rose to her feet, and dumped the pieces into the trash, all without facing him. Ta ma de, now he’d hurt her feelings. Head down, she made to leave, but Mal caught her hand before she could go.
Gently, he asked, “Albatross, what’s the matter? Why’re you up so late?”
Finally, she lifted her face, and Mal caught his breath. Her eyes were full of stark, raving terror. Okay, now he was scared. “River, what is it? You gotta tell me what’s goin’ on.”
Biting her lip, she answered simply and wearily. “Monsters. They won’t be quiet. I hear them when I sleep, when I’m awake. They won’t leave me alone!”
Her eyes filled with tears, and Mal pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, forgetting the reasons why this was a bad idea.
“I thought that was over when folks found out ‘bout Miranda.”
She’d been doing so much better recently, aside from her inexplicable fixation on him, and he’d thought at least some good had come out of the whole sorry mess. If they ended up right back where they started…
“Not Reavers. They lie down now. It’s Them, the ones that took me apart. They cut me, made me an animal, made me like killing…” She shuddered and burrowed into his chest. “They still want me back. Hear how much They want me back. Couldn’t before today.” She started sobbing. “I can’t let them take me back. I don’t know how to make them stop!”
Mal took a deep breath as visions of slaughter danced through his head. He’d only ever killed when he had to, but if any of those people had been in front of him right then…
He shoved it all to the back of his mind. She didn’t need to feel his fury on top of everything else. Without thinking, he tilted her face up and kissed her forehead. Then he looked her directly in the eye.
“River, listen to me. I swear to you that they will never get you back. I don’t care what it takes. They will not have you. Ever.”
He didn’t realize it, but his tone was the same as it had been on Haven, when he’d drawn his line in the sand with blood and anger. He’d scared everyone that day, even Zoë. But not River. She knew what he was capable of when pushed too far, and it didn’t frighten her. She looked up at his fierce expression, eyes bright, her hand coming up to smooth some of the lines away.
“Fighting dragons gets you burned, swords are too short, and shields are very thin.”
Mal grinned a bit. “Hell girl, that’s the story of our lives, isn’t it?” He set her on her feet, ignoring the feeling of loss. “You gonna be okay gettin’ to sleep now?”
She gave him that look of hers again, the one that seemed to be searching for something in his face. Then she nodded.
“Still hear Them, but not as loud. They aren’t breathing fire anymore.”
He let out a grateful sigh. “Good. We’ll ask that hotshot brother of yours if he has any bright ideas about what to do about these particular voices in the morning.”
All of a sudden, she gave a tiny smile, then leaned forward and hugged him. A little startled, he returned it. He’d gotten accustomed, if that word could be used, to holding her for comfort, but she’d never touched him in happiness before. It felt good.
Releasing him, she smiled again, twirled around, and headed for her room. He just stood there for a minute, feeling a bit nonplussed. He shook his head, trying to clear a few stray thoughts from his mind. Then he went back to his own bunk. It was a long time before he got back to sleep, though.