FIREFLY: Silent Night
Title: Silent Night
Characters/Pairing: Mal/River, Jayne, Simon
Word Count: 942
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Five nights Mal didn't spend in his bunk, and did spend with River.
Notes: Written for enterincolor. There is an alternate ending here.
Disclaimer: I am not Joss Whedon, I do not own Firefly, Serenity, or any of its characters.
i.
Truth be told, Mal would've preferred the doctor patch him up, instead of the fed doctors on the Operative's ship. But Simon had his own hurts to nurse, and probably wouldn't have been able to stand long enough anyway, to deal with surgery and whatnot. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but be a little edgy when they doped him, and just as edgy when he woke up and wasn't on Serenity, but in some infirmary he didn't recognize.
River drifted into view, and it was almost laughable, how he couldn't even move without pain and having to lie back down again, and the only hurts he could see on her were a few scrapes on her arm, and a white bandage on her forehead, above one eye. She faced Reavers, she only got a bit scraped up. He faced one man with a sword, he almost died. It figured.
"Don't worry, captain," she said, smiling at him - and that smile was more lucid than even he felt just now, coming out from the anesthetic. "We're okay now. You can rest."
He didn't think he could, in some strange hospital on a ship he didn't know, with only one of his crew around - and that one being the crazy girl - but she reached out to him gently, like a benediction, smoothed hair a little matted with blood, and he relaxed despite himself.
ii.
The ever-present hum of Serenity's engines wasn't quite enough to lull Mal to sleep as they usually did. The lights dimmed for the night, Mal paced over the catwalks, through the cargo bay, back up to the catwalk and through the cargo bay to the bridge. It was too hard to sleep these days. He kept thinking there was something he could be looking out for, some kind of threat or something...
He was like this for a long time after the war too. It was a war, when he thought about it.
Mal stopped in the doorway to the bridge, staring at the slender form curled in one of the chairs, face tilted up to the stars. She didn't turn to face him, but she probably already knew he was there. Even if she weren't a reader, it was quiet enough she could hear him.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked, stepping onto the brdige and moving to Wash's chair. It would always be Wash's chair.
Without looking at him, she shook her head. "I couldn't sleep. And you were up."
"Just 'cause I'm awake don't mean you have to- When'd you get up here?"
"You're not very observant, Captain," she said, her tone just this side of patronizing.
"No, you're just all sneaky and quiet-like." He smiled at her as she looked over at him, and she smiled back.
"Do you know the names of the stars?" she asked abruptly. Having grown accustomed to these non sequiturs, he took it in stride.
"Can't say as I do."
"They were named on Earth-that-was. But they look different from here, so the constellations... don't make any sense." She looked like something about that bothered her, but he couldn't fathom why.
"Why don't you teach me anyway?"
iii.
"Where we goin'?" Jayne asked, leaning against the back of Mal's seat. Mal kept his eyes focused on the dark sky out the window of the shuttle, the landscape racing by.
"Jayne, I explained the job to you twenty times, you got to ask questions now?"
"That's not the question," River said quietly from the seat beside Mal.
Jayne eyed her for a moment, her face lit by the light of the console, before he said, "Well... it ain't. Why we gotta take the shuttle?"
"Place like this, Serenity'd draw too much attention."
"Why we gotta go through atmo? It'll take hours."
"Jayne, I ain't got the time nor the inclination to explain this to you again." Mal tried to remember the reasons he'd brought Jayne along instead of Zoe, namely that under no circumstances should Jayne have even temporary control of Serenity.
"I'm just sayin', if I'm gettin' shot at, I oughta know-"
"Jayne," River said with perfect equanamity, "you're annoying the Captain. Be quiet."
Jayne, to Mal's surprise and great relief, did just that.
iv.
Simon was about as angry as Mal had ever seen him. Mal didn't blame him - he was mad as hell at himself at this point. Stupid, bringing a little girl along on a job, like she was invincible or something. Stupid, not even thinking about it, all the things he'd seen her do.
Stupid, that she survived a room full of Reavers, but a stray bullet was the thing that might kill her.
Mal didn't go into the infirmary at all, though Kaylee stayed in there, holding her hand, and Simon kept coming by to check. He just waited outside, restless and angry and praying for the first time in years.
v.
They buried her on Shadow, simply because it was the world closest when she died. Simon didn't shoot Mal like he'd promised he would, just got awful quiet. Mal had expected as much. He piloted the ship as they took off, and found a course out into the black.
There wasn't a trace of her up on the bridge, where she spent most of her time. Least Wash left his silly dinosaurs, that damn red button... It was like River was never even here.
He felt like if he looked over, she'd be right there, all smug and knowing, making him feel silly for ever worrying about her. Mal kept his eyes fixed on the stars.
Characters/Pairing: Mal/River, Jayne, Simon
Word Count: 942
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Five nights Mal didn't spend in his bunk, and did spend with River.
Notes: Written for enterincolor. There is an alternate ending here.
Disclaimer: I am not Joss Whedon, I do not own Firefly, Serenity, or any of its characters.
i.
Truth be told, Mal would've preferred the doctor patch him up, instead of the fed doctors on the Operative's ship. But Simon had his own hurts to nurse, and probably wouldn't have been able to stand long enough anyway, to deal with surgery and whatnot. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but be a little edgy when they doped him, and just as edgy when he woke up and wasn't on Serenity, but in some infirmary he didn't recognize.
River drifted into view, and it was almost laughable, how he couldn't even move without pain and having to lie back down again, and the only hurts he could see on her were a few scrapes on her arm, and a white bandage on her forehead, above one eye. She faced Reavers, she only got a bit scraped up. He faced one man with a sword, he almost died. It figured.
"Don't worry, captain," she said, smiling at him - and that smile was more lucid than even he felt just now, coming out from the anesthetic. "We're okay now. You can rest."
He didn't think he could, in some strange hospital on a ship he didn't know, with only one of his crew around - and that one being the crazy girl - but she reached out to him gently, like a benediction, smoothed hair a little matted with blood, and he relaxed despite himself.
ii.
The ever-present hum of Serenity's engines wasn't quite enough to lull Mal to sleep as they usually did. The lights dimmed for the night, Mal paced over the catwalks, through the cargo bay, back up to the catwalk and through the cargo bay to the bridge. It was too hard to sleep these days. He kept thinking there was something he could be looking out for, some kind of threat or something...
He was like this for a long time after the war too. It was a war, when he thought about it.
Mal stopped in the doorway to the bridge, staring at the slender form curled in one of the chairs, face tilted up to the stars. She didn't turn to face him, but she probably already knew he was there. Even if she weren't a reader, it was quiet enough she could hear him.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked, stepping onto the brdige and moving to Wash's chair. It would always be Wash's chair.
Without looking at him, she shook her head. "I couldn't sleep. And you were up."
"Just 'cause I'm awake don't mean you have to- When'd you get up here?"
"You're not very observant, Captain," she said, her tone just this side of patronizing.
"No, you're just all sneaky and quiet-like." He smiled at her as she looked over at him, and she smiled back.
"Do you know the names of the stars?" she asked abruptly. Having grown accustomed to these non sequiturs, he took it in stride.
"Can't say as I do."
"They were named on Earth-that-was. But they look different from here, so the constellations... don't make any sense." She looked like something about that bothered her, but he couldn't fathom why.
"Why don't you teach me anyway?"
iii.
"Where we goin'?" Jayne asked, leaning against the back of Mal's seat. Mal kept his eyes focused on the dark sky out the window of the shuttle, the landscape racing by.
"Jayne, I explained the job to you twenty times, you got to ask questions now?"
"That's not the question," River said quietly from the seat beside Mal.
Jayne eyed her for a moment, her face lit by the light of the console, before he said, "Well... it ain't. Why we gotta take the shuttle?"
"Place like this, Serenity'd draw too much attention."
"Why we gotta go through atmo? It'll take hours."
"Jayne, I ain't got the time nor the inclination to explain this to you again." Mal tried to remember the reasons he'd brought Jayne along instead of Zoe, namely that under no circumstances should Jayne have even temporary control of Serenity.
"I'm just sayin', if I'm gettin' shot at, I oughta know-"
"Jayne," River said with perfect equanamity, "you're annoying the Captain. Be quiet."
Jayne, to Mal's surprise and great relief, did just that.
iv.
Simon was about as angry as Mal had ever seen him. Mal didn't blame him - he was mad as hell at himself at this point. Stupid, bringing a little girl along on a job, like she was invincible or something. Stupid, not even thinking about it, all the things he'd seen her do.
Stupid, that she survived a room full of Reavers, but a stray bullet was the thing that might kill her.
Mal didn't go into the infirmary at all, though Kaylee stayed in there, holding her hand, and Simon kept coming by to check. He just waited outside, restless and angry and praying for the first time in years.
v.
They buried her on Shadow, simply because it was the world closest when she died. Simon didn't shoot Mal like he'd promised he would, just got awful quiet. Mal had expected as much. He piloted the ship as they took off, and found a course out into the black.
There wasn't a trace of her up on the bridge, where she spent most of her time. Least Wash left his silly dinosaurs, that damn red button... It was like River was never even here.
He felt like if he looked over, she'd be right there, all smug and knowing, making him feel silly for ever worrying about her. Mal kept his eyes fixed on the stars.