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Weight of the World

Sunday, July 11, 2004

Mal is sitting naked on a rock, waiting to be rescued. Time for a little thinking.

CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 3837    RATING: 8.0 (PG)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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Weight of the World, by debxena

RATING: PG

CHARACTER: Mal

SPOILERS: Our Mrs Reynolds; Trash

FEEDBACK: Finally I'm back! So I'd be delighted to have some feedback to keep me going ...

DISCLAIMER: Mal isn't mine, although he's great fun to write about. Joss and Nathan Fillion can take the credit though.

NOTES: Written for astarte99 as part of the Fireflyfic Challenge (go to request, or to read other challenge results).

Thanks to neongraal for the beta.

Sitting on a rock. I'm sitting alone, and naked, on a rock. Alone and naked on a scratchy rock, surrounded by sand and stones and not a damn thing else. There's no one here, and I don't know how long it's going to be before they pick me up. I'm alone and naked in the middle of nowhere.

slow grin

This feels good.

***

It's kinda peaceful out here. I don't see any animals or plants other than stubby cactuses, and I imagine if the sun was higher I'd be a mite more uncomfortable that I am right now. By rights I should be cursing my stupidity for ever getting involved again with 'Mrs Reynolds', but really, I always knew she'd double-cross me, triple-cross me, cross me any way she could manage. So no surprises there.

I wonder if Inara managed to catch up with her?

It's been a long time since I could just sit. There's always somethin' to do - food bars or cattle or whatnot to ship around; villains to outwit and bad men to outrun. Bar fights and bein' polite until the cargo's sold, supplies to get or passengers to aquire. Always busy. Always the captain. But that's how I wanted it, so who am I to complain?

Ah, hell. I can complain all I want to, out here. There's no one to hear me, after all. Just rocks and cactuses and me with no clothes. Still, it's nice to be carrying no weight but my own, for a bit. All I have to do is sit and wait. Someone else can do the rescuing.

I'm just going to sit here, feel the sun warming my skin,

Comments
Sunday, 11 July 2004 09:08
I really liked this. You gave a lovely place to this piece of introspection on Mal's part and I particularly enjoyed the fact that it is something not already covered in any other piece of fanfic. Bravo! Mal's voice was true and I could really seeing him thinking this - while getting himself a nice little warm tan. Made me smile, *xie xie ni*, Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
Sunday, 11 July 2004 13:13
Some nice reflection, here, to help provide the motivations for his behavior upon being picked-up. Thanks!
Sunday, 11 July 2004 18:40
I liked it. Very well done and true-sounding.
Thursday, 21 December 2006 07:50
I always find Mal difficult to write, but you make his thoughts sound so true! Of course, I'd probably add one more thought about that wicked hot rock he's sitting on and the funny burn mark it is likely to leave on his rear.

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