Blue Sun Room FICTION - GENERAL

Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter Ten

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Mal and Simon continue to evade the Feds. Not slash. <b>This chapter</b>: Stuff Simon learned at Medicad. And stuff he is learning now.
Thanks to <b>HeWhoKicksAlot</b> and <b>Mal4Prez</b> for checking in. :) Roll over Mandarin for translation.

CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 3044    RATING: 9.0 (PG)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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Simon re-entered the kitchen to the sound of soft curses. Mal had switched on the red flashlight and was intently loading his revolver with one hand, the gun propped against his bent right leg to keep it from falling. He raised his head stiffly as Simon guided the hover into the room.

“Nice job. No trouble aside from the flyovers?”

“None.” Simon pulled the vehicle close to the captain’s position. The hull reflected the red glow of the flashlight, bathing the corner of the room in crimson. It was enough light for Simon to see that blood had seeped through the outermost bandages on Mal’s leg.

“Shiny.” Mal returned to his task. “Leave the Cortex on standby. Zoe oughta be waving us soon enough. You didn’t fire any more shots?”

“No,” Simon said quickly. No. He’d done enough damage with the one. Enough, you would think, to keep a rational man from dragging himself around a room. But then reason was never one of the captain’s defining characteristics.

“Good.” Mal reached for the pouch on his belt. “In no position to waste ammo--- tzao gao.”

“I’ll get it.”

Simon crouched, wrinkling his nose at the feel of slime under his fingers, and patted the floor in the half dark until he located the cartridge that had been allowed to skitter into the muck. Grime burrowed beneath his fingernails as he scooped it up, and he reflexively wiped his fingers on his increasingly filthy shirt. After a second of hesitation he wiped the metal clean as well, and stood to hand it back. Something hard registered under his shoe. Slowly lifting his foot, he noted with surprise two more cartridges that had escaped the captain’s grasp. He cleaned them in the same fashion as the first, and Mal accepted the ammunition without comment, slotting them with a business-as-usual air that deflected any discussion of how they had gone astray.

Comments
Thursday, 01 March 2007 18:31
A ha! First to comment. That makes me feel good all over.

I've had several very similar conversations with patients over the years, attempting to convince them that what I'm doing, or going to do, is in their best interest. I can fully sympathize with Simon, here.

Excellent dialogue. Loved the wordplay.

Keep up the excellent work. I look forward to your next post.


Rob O.
Thursday, 01 March 2007 18:36
Ohh, nice chapter. I love the interaction between Mal and Simon. Very nicely done.
Thursday, 01 March 2007 23:43
Absolutely adore this as I do the whole series so far, just find it all manner of frustrating having to wait between posts! Take pity please and write FASTER, *dong ma*? Very shiny. Ali D :~)
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CCA
Friday, 02 March 2007 00:05
Your one of the few that can actually make me hear the voices in my head...that is a good thing I swear ;) hearing voices!

I am in love with this story!!!! Not enough stories like this which makes it so unique, thanks again for writing this and please hurry up ;) love it!
Friday, 02 March 2007 00:37
Ooh...definitely a beautiful bit of writing you've done here, homespun! Especially Mal's stubborn refusal being met with Simon's morbid fact flinging about needing to fix the shoulder;D

BEB
Friday, 02 March 2007 16:04
Good for Simon seeing through Mal's stubbornness. And poor Mal - I just cringe thinking about the broken bone, which you describe so painfully well. That's gotta hurt!
Monday, 23 April 2007 07:21
I'm really enjoying this story, and I hope for more soon!

I'm with mal4prez.....ouch! Poor Mal :(

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