New Obssession
“Good day.” Mal thought as he shut down the lights in the galley. He turned toward the cockpit, shutting off lights and systems as he went. The job had gone smooth, for once, mostly because of River. She had seen the complications hours before they had broken atmo, and had saved a few lives and more a little coin in the process. Dinner had been cheerful and upbeat, something missing since Miranda. Zoe had even let a smile slip through when Kaylee had embarrassed Simon by telling everyone just how skilled a Doctor’s hands could be.
Mal smiled to himself as he remembered the Doc and lil’ Kaylee slipping off for the night, his mechanic’s giggles echoing down the hall. Her happiness had been catchin’, cause when Mal had given into his desire to walk River to her bunk, he had felt bold enough to give her a slow kiss goodnight that had left her smiling until she fell to sleep, a sleep that for the first time since Miranda, wasn’t full of blood and steel. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening between him and his albatross, but one thing was for sure: he was feelin’ something real different than anything he’d ever felt before.
Mal smiled again in memory as he checked the crew’s bunks on his way to the cockpit. Although he was exhausted, they had pulled a job after all, there was other work to be done, work the rest of the crew need not know about, at least yet.
He never mentioned it, but he received coded waves, little slips of messages, from time to time, sent by former Independents, those for whom a burning hatred of the Alliance ran deep; those like Mal and Zoe.
Browncoats across the ‘verse had kept up with the Alliance’s activities. Their military placements, changes in high command, innovations in technology; the Browncoats had friendlies farther up in the Alliance chain of command than anyone knew.
For seven years Mal had stayed out of it, made no comments, gave no advice other than to leave the past buried. He hadn’t wanted to continue a war that had already been lost.
Miranda had been the last straw.
The Alliance’s mind-numbing control had last long enough.
Enough people had suffered, River, and enough had died, Wash…Book….the list went on and on.
Mal fell into the pilot’s chair and flipped on the Cortex.
“You Have Thirteen New Messages.” Blinked back at him from the screen.
Guess he wasn’t the only one who’d had enough, then.
He yawned deep and long, his eyes blurred by exhaustion, but he willed himself alert. There was work to be done, people had been hurtin’ for long enough.
He studied the first wave, from an old Independence Colonol, requesting a meeting with Mal.
Yep, Mal thought, lotta work to be done.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
I've written about half of a 15 chapter, part one of an epic. Firefly crossed with a few Buffy elements.
Should be getting the first chapter back from Beta, so I'll post around.
Have a shiny day!
Mal smiled to himself as he remembered the Doc and lil’ Kaylee slipping off for the night, his mechanic’s giggles echoing down the hall. Her happiness had been catchin’, cause when Mal had given into his desire to walk River to her bunk, he had felt bold enough to give her a slow kiss goodnight that had left her smiling until she fell to sleep, a sleep that for the first time since Miranda, wasn’t full of blood and steel. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening between him and his albatross, but one thing was for sure: he was feelin’ something real different than anything he’d ever felt before.
Mal smiled again in memory as he checked the crew’s bunks on his way to the cockpit. Although he was exhausted, they had pulled a job after all, there was other work to be done, work the rest of the crew need not know about, at least yet.
He never mentioned it, but he received coded waves, little slips of messages, from time to time, sent by former Independents, those for whom a burning hatred of the Alliance ran deep; those like Mal and Zoe.
Browncoats across the ‘verse had kept up with the Alliance’s activities. Their military placements, changes in high command, innovations in technology; the Browncoats had friendlies farther up in the Alliance chain of command than anyone knew.
For seven years Mal had stayed out of it, made no comments, gave no advice other than to leave the past buried. He hadn’t wanted to continue a war that had already been lost.
Miranda had been the last straw.
The Alliance’s mind-numbing control had last long enough.
Enough people had suffered, River, and enough had died, Wash…Book….the list went on and on.
Mal fell into the pilot’s chair and flipped on the Cortex.
“You Have Thirteen New Messages.” Blinked back at him from the screen.
Guess he wasn’t the only one who’d had enough, then.
He yawned deep and long, his eyes blurred by exhaustion, but he willed himself alert. There was work to be done, people had been hurtin’ for long enough.
He studied the first wave, from an old Independence Colonol, requesting a meeting with Mal.
Yep, Mal thought, lotta work to be done.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
I've written about half of a 15 chapter, part one of an epic. Firefly crossed with a few Buffy elements.
Should be getting the first chapter back from Beta, so I'll post around.
Have a shiny day!