Firefly: Sunrise
Yet another piece for the prompt table I posted HERE. Check it out. I'm still accepting suggestions.
The prompt from gelsey was sunrise to be written in the world of Firefly.
Title: Sunrise
Author: triskellion
Rating: G
Warning: None
Word Count: 457
Summary: Just another morning in the life.
Mal often took the late night/early morning watch. He liked the quiet of the night and the sense of slowness as everyone woke anew. It might also be said he didn't trust anyone else to watch over his ship during a time when many might consider it an easy target. Perhaps his ship really was safe, especially parked on some mining moon in a far field, but Mal had learned not to trust on hard battlefields from some of the most tricksy folks the verse had seen.
That paranoia was why he was sitting on the bridge that morning as the sky began to turn gray with dawn. That was why he saw the light on the board signaling that someone had opened the cargo bay ramp, from the inside.
Mal bolted for the door, charging through his ship at full speed, his gun in his hand and his finger just shy of the trigger. He wasn't about to let some gorram thief sneak onto his ship in the middle of the night and take his cargo, his ship, his crew. He'd defend his ship, just see if he wouldn't?
When he arrived on the walkway above the cargo bay, however, there was only one figure standing on the extended ramp, a delicate figure dancing about on dainty feet in combat boots.
“River?” he called, walking down the stairs to her level. “What are you doing, little albatross?”
“Watching the sunrise,” River called to him, looking over her shoulder for only a moment before stepping further down the ramp. “The dust from the mining scatters the light, letting us see beautiful colors on this moon.”
“It's pretty,” Mal agreed, only taking a quick glance at the colorful horizon that had River so entranced. “But you could have watched it from the bridge without scaring the gos se out of me.”
“You're here now,” was River's only reply. She ran back into the cargo bay and grabbed his arm. Surprisingly strong for her delicate look, she dragged Mal down the ramp and plopped down in the grass outside. “Sunrises are best shared.”
Mal let out an aggrieved sigh, but sat down beside her. “I'd just appreciate if you warned me next time, little albatross.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “My heart can't take too many more panics like that before I'll be giving your brother more business.”
River giggled. “Captain has heart strong as ox. But albatross will try to remember next time the sun sings her awake.”
Gorram crazy chit, Mal thought, but wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled as he watched the clouds turn purple and pink in the new light.
The prompt from gelsey was sunrise to be written in the world of Firefly.
Title: Sunrise
Author: triskellion
Rating: G
Warning: None
Word Count: 457
Summary: Just another morning in the life.
Mal often took the late night/early morning watch. He liked the quiet of the night and the sense of slowness as everyone woke anew. It might also be said he didn't trust anyone else to watch over his ship during a time when many might consider it an easy target. Perhaps his ship really was safe, especially parked on some mining moon in a far field, but Mal had learned not to trust on hard battlefields from some of the most tricksy folks the verse had seen.
That paranoia was why he was sitting on the bridge that morning as the sky began to turn gray with dawn. That was why he saw the light on the board signaling that someone had opened the cargo bay ramp, from the inside.
Mal bolted for the door, charging through his ship at full speed, his gun in his hand and his finger just shy of the trigger. He wasn't about to let some gorram thief sneak onto his ship in the middle of the night and take his cargo, his ship, his crew. He'd defend his ship, just see if he wouldn't?
When he arrived on the walkway above the cargo bay, however, there was only one figure standing on the extended ramp, a delicate figure dancing about on dainty feet in combat boots.
“River?” he called, walking down the stairs to her level. “What are you doing, little albatross?”
“Watching the sunrise,” River called to him, looking over her shoulder for only a moment before stepping further down the ramp. “The dust from the mining scatters the light, letting us see beautiful colors on this moon.”
“It's pretty,” Mal agreed, only taking a quick glance at the colorful horizon that had River so entranced. “But you could have watched it from the bridge without scaring the gos se out of me.”
“You're here now,” was River's only reply. She ran back into the cargo bay and grabbed his arm. Surprisingly strong for her delicate look, she dragged Mal down the ramp and plopped down in the grass outside. “Sunrises are best shared.”
Mal let out an aggrieved sigh, but sat down beside her. “I'd just appreciate if you warned me next time, little albatross.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “My heart can't take too many more panics like that before I'll be giving your brother more business.”
River giggled. “Captain has heart strong as ox. But albatross will try to remember next time the sun sings her awake.”
Gorram crazy chit, Mal thought, but wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled as he watched the clouds turn purple and pink in the new light.