Inheritance
Friday, April 6, 2007
Mal narration, snapshots of life post-BDM, raising his little girl, seeing what she has inherited from her parents. Read <a href="http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=16066"Namesake</a> first or risk confusion. Two parts fluff, one part angst.
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A.N. Because received such great response, I’ve written a few more snippets. Comment, please. I’m listening.
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PART 4: HE WED
Mal peeked through the side door of the small chapel as it slowly filled. It had been a long while since he’d entered a church for honest purposes, but Mal knew his Ma would’ve killed him if he married any place else.
He could see his Ma by the back door, holding a squirming little Zoë, now two-and-a-half, all dolled up for the occasion and loathing it. It was way past her naptime, but he’d explained the plan for the ceremony to her and she had promised she’d do her best. He could hear her repeated babbling floating over the quiet conversations of the guests, even as his Ma covered her little mouth to shush her.
“Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba….” She called him Baba – daddy. Every time she said it, his heart soared. He had no part in creating her, but she didn’t care. She had never known any father but him.
The music for the processional began and Mal took his place at the front of the church, watching and waiting in nervous anticipation. He felt the tingling in his stomach spread through his whole body, seeing his Ma come up the aisle, beaming at him. Then the bridal party. On cue, little Zoë –the flower girl – was released. With a squeal that was almost a battle cry, she tore through the aisles, lobbing rose petals at the guests like they were hot grenades. She circled the altar, and started toward the back of the church getting ready for another go down the aisle. Mal suppressed a laugh and whistled sharply.
Obediently, little Zoë ran to his side and grabbed hold of his leg, breathless. Not quite the plan they had discussed, but since when did things ever go according to the gorram plan. Little Zoë met his eye encouragingly and he briefly wished it was her mother by his side witnessing the event.
His grief vanished as the music changed and his bride appeared through the door of the
Great story bits-
Also, really, really glad that Mal and Inara are together. I'd love to see a bit of Little Zoe/Inara interaction, just to see what it's like for the two of them. But this is really great!
Very original!
It works well in this verse and I could imagine something like this happening post Miranda.
You can't take the sky from me
Another installment, pretty please with sugar?
Once again, you've tugged at the heartstrings with this new chapter/sequel.
I love that you had Mal and Inara get married, and Zoe was the flower girl.
Also, Mal singing an improvised 'Twinkle Twinkle Little star' to Zoe was adorable. Sounds a lot like her mother when she's correcting the song's logic.
But... now Zoe is sick! With cancer! Go for hard burn, River... more than one life is at stake here.
More! We need more and ASAP!
BEB
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