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Night Visitors

Thursday, June 29, 2006

River’s dragons finally stop roaring.

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Title: Night Visitors

Author: Ana Sedai

Rating: PG

Character(s): Mal, River

Prompt: 062 - Sound

Word Count: 1,115

A/N: 18/100 for Mal/River Joss100. This is longer than 1,000 words, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut any more than I already did. I hope the Prompt Gods will forgive me. Oh, and this takes place before "Stability". I screwed up with the ordering again. Sorry! :(

Oh, and as always, feedback is craved and needed. Thank you.

Summary: River’s dragons finally stop roaring.

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The scrape of his bunk hatch opening was what startled Mal out of sleep this time. For a second, he lay still, listening. All he heard was a soft rustling. Quietly, slowly, he reached for the light switch and his gun, only to feel a small hand close around his, stopping him.

“No light, no sound, just darkness and silence. Too quiet for them to roar.”

To say that he was shocked would have been something of an understatement.

“River! What in the specter of hell are you doin’ down here?”

He couldn’t see her; only feel her move as she slid into the empty space next to him. He was still too surprised to stop her as she curled up at his side. He did sit up, though, but he refrained from turning on the light.

“Stopped hearing them during the day, but they come back at night. More vicious, louder.” She clutched his hand more tightly. “Thought being with you could stop them.”

Her dragons again. Damn it. And here he’d thought they’d all but left. Now here she was in his bed, looking to him to make it better. What was he supposed to do? They didn’t cover situations like this in space captain school.

He felt yet another headache start to set up camp right in the middle of his forehead. Using the hand that wasn’t trapped in hers, he massaged the bridge of his nose. Okay, how to defuse this without raising holy hell?

“Darlin’, I want to help flush out them gorram [

Comments
Thursday, 29 June 2006 14:56
I liked this very much. Well done.
Thursday, 29 June 2006 17:09
You forgot the part where River opens the hatch to find the whole crew staring at her. Don't worry about cutting. This piece was just right in length.
ANA
Thursday, 29 June 2006 21:00
"So wrong and so right". You got it in one, Kaynara. Always pleased to have the viewpoint of someone who's not wholely into Mal/River. It keeps me honest. Thank you. And I'm glad you like that line. :)

Yes, I know it's been awhile. Summer has afforded me somewhat less free time than I thought it would. Sorry 'bout dat.

Thrilled you like it, Leiasky. :)

Good idea, LFabry. ;) Certainly would stump everyone speechless for a minute or two, wouldn't it? As for cutting, well, I'm trying to abide by the rules as well as I can, considering I didn't even 'officially' sign up for this. Thanks!
Thursday, 29 June 2006 23:24
I enjoyed this very much. There is a lovely energy between Mal and River, and there is an inate trust that is so natural and truthsome. You captured that well. Oh, and I think you'll find the expression is "the spincter of hell". Shiny, Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
Sunday, 02 July 2006 07:24
Once again, you're making the highly squickable seem highly plausible, Ana;)

Especially gotta love the way you have Mal rationalizing his conduct around River until he does something like giver her a backhanded compliment (the whole "haven't slept solidly in a while" line is a great example);)

BEB
Sunday, 09 July 2006 21:32
Oh I liked this. Love the internal thoughts for Mal. Nice job.
Monday, 24 July 2006 12:15
I agree with "don't worry about cutting". If the prompt gods don't forgive you, the Proper Story Gods will! *grin*

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