Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, just writing for fun!

A/N: Okay so it has been a long while since I have posted anything on this story. So sorry, but I have been moving, switching positions in my job, going to school and visiting a lot of people, so real life has definitely gotten in the way! Here’s another installment! Hope you enjoy it, and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

Thanks to Leiasky for the beta!

Link: http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12290>Runaway Part Four. All the other stories can be linked through here!

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Charlotte glanced down at the bag in her hands, pulling out the first frock. She shook her head as she took in the audacious pattern of the flowers that were splattered across the cheap fabric. Lifting it up to the light she held back a guffaw as she saw that the seams were loose and stretched threadbare. Sighing to herself, she took no further look as to what was in the bag and simply deposited it in the bottom drawer of the room's dresser, never to be thought of again. Catching a glance of herself in the small mirror above the dresser, Charlotte stared deeply into the features before her. A pang of guilt darkened the circles that had formed underneath her eyes from a restless night of sleep and her body boiled with the conflicting emotions that spread hotly through her veins. The faintest fluttering tickled the inside of her stomach, a phantom from months before, now it haunted her, stirring up the anger and resentment she desperately wished would fade away. Running her fingers across her lips for a second, she wondered to herself when she had become this person. Straightening her back, Charlotte raised her chin and turned from her image, not wanting to linger.

Smoothing the wrinkles from the sari fabric, Charlotte slipped on the one pair of shoes she owned and made her way up from the passenger dorms to the lounge. The infirmary caught her eye, it's bright white light shining like a beacon against the shabby decor that littered th