Chasing the Sky
Saturday, May 24, 2003
Blah blah blah part four of the Ghosts of Serenity storyline.
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 3411 RATING: 9.0 (PG13) SERIES: FIREFLY
Part Four (or Part IV for them's as prefer their numerals in the Roman fashion.) of what is now formally entitled The Ghosts of Serenity story arc. Guess it's time to do disclaimers and stuff. Firefly belongs to Joss Whedon and all our hearts. Story is mine, steal it and I'll pay Maniac good currency to make your life... interesting.
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She was a very pretty girl.
Correction. Around these parts, she was a woman, just past her seventeenth year and older than a lot of the women who'd already married and started on their families.
She was a beautiful young woman, and she was standing in his front office, looking tense, her eyes cast toward the floor and her fingers fidgeting the frill of her tan and khaki dress, obviously manufactured from surplus war material with a bit of lace tossed in for decoration.
It wasn't really her color, not with the slight golden cast of her skin, and it was obviously a hand-me-down that didn't quite fit her right. That it fit her a bit more tightly than was obviously comfortable was probably going to be a severe challenge to Cafferty's focus on maintaining a professional doctor-patient relationship.
He wondered what brought Yinna Davens, the town's most eligible bachelorette, into his office. Strictly speaking, there were any number of feminine situations and complaints with which he was familiar. Serving as a medic in a co-ed regiment certainly introduced a man to such things, and he was hoping against hope that the professional detachment he'd managed to maintain then would hold up now. But then he'd had other alternatives for relief at that point. If nothing else, he did get the chance for professional company of the female variety. His current locale was a bit too small for that sort of thing.
What he was really hoping was that she wasn't pregnant and looking for a face-saving remedy to the situation. That wasn't something that he'd seen covered in Frontier Medicine.
"Doc," she started, raising her head to
As for the story, in the words of honorable Wulfhawk-sama, lay on. Show no mercy.
So don't be surprised if it takes me a day or two to reply.
Line from a song, "People are people." And I think most fathers would threaten any man their daughters were working for. That's not so different from now and I doubt that will ever change.
Of course, we also have the various locals who directly or indirectly suffered as a consequence of the war. For them there's not even the salve of saying "We won." because they had their nation(s) get destroyed around them.
In a lot of ways, this sort of material practically writes itself. There is a hell of a lot of history to draw from on the subject.
Anyway, write the night away and work half the day, I'm gonna go aim for some of this sleep stuff. Thanks again.
Of course common experiences strenghten bonds for some people but I think they can also destroy as easily as a bomb can. Some people can find the positive in their war experiences and again some people are destroyed by them. Same as any life experience can. You know the old saying, "That which doesn't destroy us makes us stronger." It also speaks volumes about the person's character that they don't let it destroy them. It can take a long time to put things into perspective and become comfortable with oneself and with what has happened.
I think anyone can relate to that.
Next story coming shortly so BC and I can continue our dialogue. ;)
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