The room was almost empty. Her few remaining things were packed. The cupboards were empty. There was no Berthold under the bed anymore, and hopefully Anakin and Rory got along with him. There were no knives decorating the walls anymore, as those were now hanging in the hotel lobby. Even the symbol she had once painted over Buffy's bed was gone; she ( Read more... )

Berthold squealed as River entered the room. She dropped her bag on the floor and crouched down, peering under the bed at the tentacled monster. "Will bring you food later," she said.

There was a disappointed sniffle, but River ignored it and crawled on to her bed, curling up and closing her eyes. Last night had been busy. Not much sleep. She smiled ( Read more... )

Very early, before even Berthold was awake, River slipped out of her room. She carried only a small bag; she wouldn't be gone long, and she wasn't going to need much. The most important thing in the bag was that magical item that Ronan had made for her. The only thing that would matter: for her not to be recognised.

[Establishy]

River had found the idea of ghosts a little exciting. Returning to her room after work she lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if there really were any and whether they would come to haunt her. When she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep however, all she dreamt of was green meadows.

She woke up, finding that she was ( Read more... )

She hadn't stayed late at the wedding. Strangely enough it had made her tired; perhaps she should have kept people out of her mind.

River sat down on her bed, then leaned backwards staring up at the ceiling. Then her eyelids felt heavy and she yawned, drifting off to sleep.

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Help me!

River gasped. Kerrigan was close, her mind suddenly there.

Help me!

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Mommmmy!

River mumbled and turned in her sleep. Her dreams were suddenly filled with little children, calling out and claiming her as their mother. She had had that nightmare before, after her daughters from another reality had appeared, but even in sleep the dream managed to surprise her.

Mommmmy! Where are you?

The voice cut through her dream, ( Read more... )

River sat up in her bed and looked out of the window. So many things to do today; she had better get out of bed and get started. It was a pity Simon wasn't here or she could have woken him up too. She quickly pulled a dress on and packed her bag with everything she might need, including apples, pens, a drawing pad, and after some consideration one ( Read more... )

River stood with her back to the door, arms crossed and inspecting the room. After Buffy had left she had rearranged the furniture and placed the two beds together in the middle of the room. This needed to be reversed. After pushing the beds back to their original position - which had Berthold object loudly - she moved the other furniture to ( Read more... )

It was still early morning when River entered her room. She yawned and patted a tentacle that waved at her. The monster seemed to be in a good mood, so she assumed A.J. had fed him well.

Stopping for a moment by the window, she stared out, up at the sky. There was a cloud vaguely resembling a cow, and she smiled a little, then walked over to the bed ( Read more... )

River was packing. There wasn't much to pack - she wouldn't be gone long, and she didn't have a lot of things she needed. It felt odd to return to Serenity so soon, but at least there wouldn't be rabbits around this time.

Berthold squealed and wiggled his tentacles under the bed. She looked over her shoulder at him. "A.J. will feed you," she told ( Read more... )