New vig - Through Our Hands
Wow. Haven't updated in a while, have I? Been swamped with wrapping up the show, and such. *waves goodbye to Much Ado fondly but with relief* I'm exhausted.
I also managed to make time to see Serenity twice this weekend and loved, loved, loved, loved it. Can't wait to go see it again. In the meantime, I wrote a vignette.
Spoilers for Serenity abound. Beware.
Through Our Hands
Me and Wash, we had something special.
And no, I don’t mean like the way he had with Zoë. Nothing like that. Leastways, I never felt nothing like that, and even if I had, I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to think I could get so much as a wrench between those two.
A better way to say it, I guess, is what was special between me and Wash and Serenity. I was her heartbeat, and he was her brain, and through our hands we were the ones who kept her in the sky. There’s something about that you can’t explain to nobody.
Now I ain’t sayin’ the others don’t love her. Captain, especially, but love don’t always mean understandin’, and I know for good sure that Captain don’t understand Serenity like me. She talks to me through my hands. Every tremor, every purr, every rumble tells me something of her adventures, or her gladness, or if she’s feelin’ a little green under the kirtle. She talked to Wash the same way.
Oftentime Captain or Zoë would fly the ship, but I could always tell the difference. Serenity liked Wash best. Captain and Zoë got their minds on other things besides flying - plans, worries, remembrances, but Wash, I think, when it was just him, couldn’t feel nothin’ but the ‘verse through Serenity and the rumble ‘neath his hands, and I know she fancied the undivided attention.
He was my first real friend here. Long before Simon, River, Shepherd Book, or even Inara came along, it used to be just me and Wash, restless and waiting while the others were on the job. I told him a lot about my folks and how hard times was when I left home and how much I missed them. He never told me much about his own past- he tended to yammer more about Zoë as he was so worried about her, but I didn’t mind. Then he’d tell me about all the different ships he’d flown, and I’d try to match their specs with what more and more I was learnin’ of ships and engines every day. I guess it was here I most appreciated the way we worked together. Always we loved the same ships. The best ones had the best workin’s and they were the most joyful to fly. Like a Firefly. Like Serenity. Hearbeat and brain and love.
We wasn’t warriors. Of course, Captain never did expect much of that sort from the two of us. Wasn’t what we hired on for, but all the same, it wasn’t in our hearts. I guess that’s another reason it was so easy to be his friend. He was a peaceful man, who put his heart out for the whole world to see without fear.
Serenity misses him somethin’ terrible. Sometimes I swear I can feel her crying, and most strong of all when Zoë’s at the helm. There’s a quietness these days that Zoë and Serenity share that’s louder than screamin’ at times, but they’re both made of good strong stuff, and I don’t worry about them too much.
It’s River that mostly flies the ship now. Little River, and she’s really quite good. Simon weren’t kidding when he said she could do things natural as breathin’, but she’s not as good as Wash yet. I think she will be, though. I seen her once, sitting in Wash’s chair with her legs all curled up close the way she does when she’s thinking hard about something that for all her brains she can’t quite understand. She wasn’t touching nothing- the ship was on autopilot. She just stared one by one at the consoles. There’s always a little bit of sadness to River. She reached out to run her finger along the back of one of Wash’s dinosaurs, and I had to wonder what she was thinking.
That’s when she looked up. I wasn’t surprised none, of course. You can’t ever sneak up on River. “Serenity wanted me to make friends,” she said, by way of an explanation, though like with anything River’s like to say, I didn’t rightly understand. Then she said something I very much do understand.
“You can’t fly a ship without love, you know.”
“I know.”
Love… in the brains and the heartbeat. Me and Serenity, we’ll get by, but somehow there’s a part of us empty that ain’t never gonna be quite full again.
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Grrr. Must acquire Firefly icons. Feedback much loved!!
I also managed to make time to see Serenity twice this weekend and loved, loved, loved, loved it. Can't wait to go see it again. In the meantime, I wrote a vignette.
Spoilers for Serenity abound. Beware.
Through Our Hands
Me and Wash, we had something special.
And no, I don’t mean like the way he had with Zoë. Nothing like that. Leastways, I never felt nothing like that, and even if I had, I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to think I could get so much as a wrench between those two.
A better way to say it, I guess, is what was special between me and Wash and Serenity. I was her heartbeat, and he was her brain, and through our hands we were the ones who kept her in the sky. There’s something about that you can’t explain to nobody.
Now I ain’t sayin’ the others don’t love her. Captain, especially, but love don’t always mean understandin’, and I know for good sure that Captain don’t understand Serenity like me. She talks to me through my hands. Every tremor, every purr, every rumble tells me something of her adventures, or her gladness, or if she’s feelin’ a little green under the kirtle. She talked to Wash the same way.
Oftentime Captain or Zoë would fly the ship, but I could always tell the difference. Serenity liked Wash best. Captain and Zoë got their minds on other things besides flying - plans, worries, remembrances, but Wash, I think, when it was just him, couldn’t feel nothin’ but the ‘verse through Serenity and the rumble ‘neath his hands, and I know she fancied the undivided attention.
He was my first real friend here. Long before Simon, River, Shepherd Book, or even Inara came along, it used to be just me and Wash, restless and waiting while the others were on the job. I told him a lot about my folks and how hard times was when I left home and how much I missed them. He never told me much about his own past- he tended to yammer more about Zoë as he was so worried about her, but I didn’t mind. Then he’d tell me about all the different ships he’d flown, and I’d try to match their specs with what more and more I was learnin’ of ships and engines every day. I guess it was here I most appreciated the way we worked together. Always we loved the same ships. The best ones had the best workin’s and they were the most joyful to fly. Like a Firefly. Like Serenity. Hearbeat and brain and love.
We wasn’t warriors. Of course, Captain never did expect much of that sort from the two of us. Wasn’t what we hired on for, but all the same, it wasn’t in our hearts. I guess that’s another reason it was so easy to be his friend. He was a peaceful man, who put his heart out for the whole world to see without fear.
Serenity misses him somethin’ terrible. Sometimes I swear I can feel her crying, and most strong of all when Zoë’s at the helm. There’s a quietness these days that Zoë and Serenity share that’s louder than screamin’ at times, but they’re both made of good strong stuff, and I don’t worry about them too much.
It’s River that mostly flies the ship now. Little River, and she’s really quite good. Simon weren’t kidding when he said she could do things natural as breathin’, but she’s not as good as Wash yet. I think she will be, though. I seen her once, sitting in Wash’s chair with her legs all curled up close the way she does when she’s thinking hard about something that for all her brains she can’t quite understand. She wasn’t touching nothing- the ship was on autopilot. She just stared one by one at the consoles. There’s always a little bit of sadness to River. She reached out to run her finger along the back of one of Wash’s dinosaurs, and I had to wonder what she was thinking.
That’s when she looked up. I wasn’t surprised none, of course. You can’t ever sneak up on River. “Serenity wanted me to make friends,” she said, by way of an explanation, though like with anything River’s like to say, I didn’t rightly understand. Then she said something I very much do understand.
“You can’t fly a ship without love, you know.”
“I know.”
Love… in the brains and the heartbeat. Me and Serenity, we’ll get by, but somehow there’s a part of us empty that ain’t never gonna be quite full again.
*~*~*~*~*
Grrr. Must acquire Firefly icons. Feedback much loved!!