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Something about guns still didn't sit right with Kaylee, so when she had to step up and hold one to protect Serenity and be brave for the fallen Wash, she was still slightly reluctant. She wasn't a great shot (hell, when you got right down to it, she hated guns), but she could aim when absolutely necessary. If she thought about it as just aiming a screwdriver for the right spot in the thruster panels, she could disengage long enough to do necessary damage. This wasn't for her, anyway, it was for River and Mal and Serenity.
She looked to her left and saw Simon, gorgeous and smart and he liked her, and that kept her going as much as anything else. It wasn't just the prospect of sex, anymore, it was a relationship, and with someone as upstanding as Simon... it made her heart melt. It was like she told Mal, she carried such a torch... the part about her nethers was true, too. But not for long.
She stood up to shoot one of the feng le Reavers when she felt this strange pressure in her neck. She touched her fingers to the area and felt a... dart of sorts, but it was having a strange effect. She felt herself fall back, eyes closed, and the cargo hold was melting away around her. She figured she was fainting, but the darkness of the hold melted to bright lights and she was on her back in... a hospital? She didn't know. Where they on Osiris again? The most overwhelming thought was the way her legs were feeling.
"Wo de ma," she murmured as she felt her legs seemingly dissapear. They were physically still there but... it was hard to explain. Simon would be a better person to do it. "Simon? Cap'n? I think I been shot again." She could feel herself losing consciousness, laid back on a gurney in the middle of a clinic waiting room. Something wasn't right about it, but there wasn't a whole lot that did seem right about it. The room was spinning... she was utterly lost in the dark.
[feng le= crazy, who de ma=Mother of God.]
She looked to her left and saw Simon, gorgeous and smart and he liked her, and that kept her going as much as anything else. It wasn't just the prospect of sex, anymore, it was a relationship, and with someone as upstanding as Simon... it made her heart melt. It was like she told Mal, she carried such a torch... the part about her nethers was true, too. But not for long.
She stood up to shoot one of the feng le Reavers when she felt this strange pressure in her neck. She touched her fingers to the area and felt a... dart of sorts, but it was having a strange effect. She felt herself fall back, eyes closed, and the cargo hold was melting away around her. She figured she was fainting, but the darkness of the hold melted to bright lights and she was on her back in... a hospital? She didn't know. Where they on Osiris again? The most overwhelming thought was the way her legs were feeling.
"Wo de ma," she murmured as she felt her legs seemingly dissapear. They were physically still there but... it was hard to explain. Simon would be a better person to do it. "Simon? Cap'n? I think I been shot again." She could feel herself losing consciousness, laid back on a gurney in the middle of a clinic waiting room. Something wasn't right about it, but there wasn't a whole lot that did seem right about it. The room was spinning... she was utterly lost in the dark.
[feng le= crazy, who de ma=Mother of God.]