Life and Fic
So things have been busy in Sunny-ville. I've seen many of the movies nominated, so I'm watching the Oscars. I've been to a friend's booklaunch, to a local reading series supported by a small press, to a live broadcast when the US version of Being Human (shot in Montreal) was first aired, saw three plays, finally saw Alien & Aliens both on the big screen, and was at the Actra Toronto movie & tv industry awards! Busy times. I also joined jossverse_las. The results of the first challenge have been revealed so I can post my story here. The prompt was a quote from Mother Teresa "Life is life, fight for it.".
Name: SunnyD_lite
Shows: Firefly - Post BDM movie
Story Title: Sum of Its Parts
Character/Relationships: The Crew - Simon/Kaylee, Zoe/Wash, Hints Inara/Mal
Rating: PG
Warnings: Canon death
A/N: all comments & concrit welcomed.
Things were right dull lately, what with no one chasing the crazy girl round no more. Dull didn't suit Jayne. Not that he particularly liked being shot at, much more fun being the one doing the shooting. Just, well as Ma always said, if things was smooth, it was generally a downhill slide.
Could be that Jayne didn't trust quiet. Wasn't 'customed to it. Ma and Pa fought something fierce til Pa upped and got hisself killed. Most crews he'd worked were crowded. Never a lack of a fight to be had.
No, Jayne just didn't trust peace and quiet. Those things were for the dead.
#
Things for the dead. Kaylee knew her duty and crew, any crew, was family. Kin remembered kin, and she doubted that Sheppard Book or Wash had many to remember them not on Serenity.
So after the ship was shiny again, after a bit of time to assure herself that this thing with Simon wasn't just a drunk dream, she did what was needed. Book's prayer beads had hung at his side, taken before they left Haven. For Wash she'd borrowed one of the dinosaurs from the bridge.
"They fought the good fight. They fought for their family." She blew out the candle.
#
She blew out the candle. Inara looked around the shuttle. A tiny space compared to her quarters on Zion, yet it was a refuge. House politics did not use the guns or knives favoured here in the Black, but battles could be fought many ways. Ways she could forget about while squabbling with Mal, while teaching Kaylee a hairstyle that did not involve engine grease.
Another look, remembering how it had been. Her fight had been chosen years before, and her field of battle wasn't one a ship could take her to. This might have been a home, but she couldn't stay here.
#
Could he stay here? This wasn't the life he'd imagined. It wasn't the life he'd expected. Instead of cutting edge medicine, his skill was more often used in sewing up cuts. Instead of board room campaigns for prestige and power, he was more concerned with the power conduits.
But here River laughed, danced. And here there was someone who loved him, not his potential. Even Mal had calmed some, though that might change if they wanted River on another job. Life might be full of fights, but Simon thought that maybe, just maybe there could be rest and peace too.
#
Rest in peace. He wouldn't have wanted that. No, her man had been the life of any party, except a war party. His skills were a sight to behold. Part of her was grateful that if it had to happen, he died doing what he loved and that he'd known he'd saved them all. Part of her still wanted to burn the sky.
She looked around the room at their still mingled clothes. After a lifetime of drab uniforms, his splashes of colour had messed with her world. A world that had now shrunk to this cabin, a space too empty, too crowded. She was alive, she would fight on. She held up a shirt, bright colours didn't show the tears.
#
Bright colours was one way to describe the mess. "Kaylee, River what in tarnation have you two conspired to do to my ship?" Every pot, pan, and can turned the counter into a skyscape. That itself was, unfortunately, almost norm. What had caught his eye, literal like, was walking into hanging scarves.
"Don't the place look right pretty?"
And Kaylee knew that grin would get her out of more trouble than her sidekick could conjure. His ship was overrun by women, but least two of them were scary in a gun fight and the ship did love Kaylee. And Inara, well that was a fight for another day.
#
Another day. Tick tock. She was still herself. No crowded brains. No fighting in her head. But River knew things. And there were things she couldn't un-know. Playing jacks with Kaylee, watching Simon smile - little bricks to hold back the dark. The ship glowed, hugging the crew from the leaching of the Black. She'd had such dreams, Simon had plans. Space adventures were not plans. She had stolen his plans, but she could give him dreams. Life was for living. And each time Simon smiled, she felt she'd won a fight. Despite Jayne's grumblings, she couldn't find this life dull.
Name: SunnyD_lite
Shows: Firefly - Post BDM movie
Story Title: Sum of Its Parts
Character/Relationships: The Crew - Simon/Kaylee, Zoe/Wash, Hints Inara/Mal
Rating: PG
Warnings: Canon death
A/N: all comments & concrit welcomed.
Things were right dull lately, what with no one chasing the crazy girl round no more. Dull didn't suit Jayne. Not that he particularly liked being shot at, much more fun being the one doing the shooting. Just, well as Ma always said, if things was smooth, it was generally a downhill slide.
Could be that Jayne didn't trust quiet. Wasn't 'customed to it. Ma and Pa fought something fierce til Pa upped and got hisself killed. Most crews he'd worked were crowded. Never a lack of a fight to be had.
No, Jayne just didn't trust peace and quiet. Those things were for the dead.
#
Things for the dead. Kaylee knew her duty and crew, any crew, was family. Kin remembered kin, and she doubted that Sheppard Book or Wash had many to remember them not on Serenity.
So after the ship was shiny again, after a bit of time to assure herself that this thing with Simon wasn't just a drunk dream, she did what was needed. Book's prayer beads had hung at his side, taken before they left Haven. For Wash she'd borrowed one of the dinosaurs from the bridge.
"They fought the good fight. They fought for their family." She blew out the candle.
#
She blew out the candle. Inara looked around the shuttle. A tiny space compared to her quarters on Zion, yet it was a refuge. House politics did not use the guns or knives favoured here in the Black, but battles could be fought many ways. Ways she could forget about while squabbling with Mal, while teaching Kaylee a hairstyle that did not involve engine grease.
Another look, remembering how it had been. Her fight had been chosen years before, and her field of battle wasn't one a ship could take her to. This might have been a home, but she couldn't stay here.
#
Could he stay here? This wasn't the life he'd imagined. It wasn't the life he'd expected. Instead of cutting edge medicine, his skill was more often used in sewing up cuts. Instead of board room campaigns for prestige and power, he was more concerned with the power conduits.
But here River laughed, danced. And here there was someone who loved him, not his potential. Even Mal had calmed some, though that might change if they wanted River on another job. Life might be full of fights, but Simon thought that maybe, just maybe there could be rest and peace too.
#
Rest in peace. He wouldn't have wanted that. No, her man had been the life of any party, except a war party. His skills were a sight to behold. Part of her was grateful that if it had to happen, he died doing what he loved and that he'd known he'd saved them all. Part of her still wanted to burn the sky.
She looked around the room at their still mingled clothes. After a lifetime of drab uniforms, his splashes of colour had messed with her world. A world that had now shrunk to this cabin, a space too empty, too crowded. She was alive, she would fight on. She held up a shirt, bright colours didn't show the tears.
#
Bright colours was one way to describe the mess. "Kaylee, River what in tarnation have you two conspired to do to my ship?" Every pot, pan, and can turned the counter into a skyscape. That itself was, unfortunately, almost norm. What had caught his eye, literal like, was walking into hanging scarves.
"Don't the place look right pretty?"
And Kaylee knew that grin would get her out of more trouble than her sidekick could conjure. His ship was overrun by women, but least two of them were scary in a gun fight and the ship did love Kaylee. And Inara, well that was a fight for another day.
#
Another day. Tick tock. She was still herself. No crowded brains. No fighting in her head. But River knew things. And there were things she couldn't un-know. Playing jacks with Kaylee, watching Simon smile - little bricks to hold back the dark. The ship glowed, hugging the crew from the leaching of the Black. She'd had such dreams, Simon had plans. Space adventures were not plans. She had stolen his plans, but she could give him dreams. Life was for living. And each time Simon smiled, she felt she'd won a fight. Despite Jayne's grumblings, she couldn't find this life dull.