Thou Art . . .
I'm uncertain on Steven Brust's Firefly fanfic, My Own Kind of Freedom. The internal monologues break some of the enjoyment of Firefly: they lose the subtle interactions which showed (without telling) each character's inner conflicts, and turn foreshadowing into punch-telegraphy by revealing too much, too soon. However, the dialog and plotting are on par with the show, and contain little gems:
He got up, went back to the bucket, and continued cleaning the wall. River found another sponge and knelt down to help him.
"Art," she said as they wiped it away.
Simon looked at her.
"It's the second person present singular form of the verb 'to be,'" she said.
"I knew that," he told her.
Plus, its nice to see established writers aren't above fanfic or Creative Commons licensed works.
He got up, went back to the bucket, and continued cleaning the wall. River found another sponge and knelt down to help him.
"Art," she said as they wiped it away.
Simon looked at her.
"It's the second person present singular form of the verb 'to be,'" she said.
"I knew that," he told her.
Plus, its nice to see established writers aren't above fanfic or Creative Commons licensed works.