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Precious Commodity - Ch 3/? - Falling Without Gravity

Monday, November 27, 2006

J/R; M/I; S/K romance - 24 hours after the battle on Mr. Universe's moon, the Operative offers the wounded crew a deal. His search for River Tam is not complete.

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Rating: PG-13

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http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=14264>To previous chapter - ch 2 - In The Black Of Night

Prescious Commodity

by Lattelady6

Ch. 3 Falling Without Gravity

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River tried to bring back the echo of Jayne’s boots as he’d left Serenity. If she was successful, she reasoned, it would surround her as his big body had while they’d slept, but it didn’t work. All she found was silence that made her feel empty and alone. It was as if he had disappeared and taken his warmth with him. She told herself that he’d only gone to the Med-tent to check on the rest of the crew and see if he could obtain something hot for them to consume for breakfast, but the quiet was unsettling.

It made no sense. There was nothing rational about her feelings for him. She couldn’t quantify it, label it or place it into a neat category for later inspection. The mercenary made her feel safe and secure, even though she knew his presence beside her the night before had placed her in greater danger. She would have given herself up rather than let him be damaged.

Jayne Cobb represented one of the oddities in the ‘verse and all her powers as a seer were blinded where he was concerned. She hadn’t known he was coming, but he had made his considerable presence known when he’d wrapped his arms around her in the Maidenhead to stop her fighting. She had felt him through and through. It had saved his life and had brought her clarity when her world had gone insane.

With her pistol gripped tightly in her hands she scooted deeper into the storage closet that had become their nest. She had felt safe there when she’d slept in Jayne’s arms, but now that he was gone fear moved into their space.

In desperation she buried her nose in the mattress where he had spent the night, seeking his scent, anything that made his prese

Comments
Monday, 27 November 2006 01:54
You know, despite all of Jayne's "experience" with the ladies, this really is a great example of the blind leading the blind. I think it's a really interesting parallel to draw that the triggers the Alliance programmed into River are just raw emotion just like what Jayne feels for her. It's a pretty cool concept.

I loved your interaction in the tent between all the crew members. And I still love your tension and concern that you've built between Mal and Inara. I can't wait until chap. 4.
Monday, 27 November 2006 06:38
Hmm...I wonder if River's having a similar type of reaction to stimuli that people who take Ritalin have. Supposedly, Ritalin overloads their systems quickly enough it burns them out before they can ramp up...but the same drug is an upper when consumed by someone without a condition like ADHD...

Still...brilliant work here, Lattelady6! Definitely loved the the threeway Mexican between Mal, Jayne the Operative...and the scene in the cockpit between Jayne and River (barring the fact Wash's corpse is right there!) was mighty shiny as well;)

BEB
Monday, 27 November 2006 13:57
I've said it before, but I'll say it again: Lattelady, you make me like Rayne. I don't know how you do it (though I could speculate that it's due to the aweseom quality of your writings), but you do.

I love the conflict in Jayne, and the fragility of River, but I absolutley MUST see a River/Operative conversation. They do talk, right?Right?

Genius, as always.
Monday, 27 November 2006 17:20
brillant please continue
Wednesday, 06 December 2006 00:38
Yes!! we are lucky indeed to be on the receiving end of your writing talent. Love your work. I look for your stories always. Thank you Lattelady.

I love all these charactors, we all do, and you write them in the context of what we know of them.

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