Please, God, No…
Monday, April 23, 2007
A.N. All fear, angst, and panic-ridden. Finding and rescuing Little Zoë… at least, that’s the plan. Part 12 of the <a href="http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=16066"Namesake</a> series. Comments always welcome.
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A.N. It's not tear-jerking sadness, but I often feel my heart stopping when I read this. Have your difibrillator ready... To catch up on the series, start with and follow the links till you get here.
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PART 34: HE FEARED
Three days. No word. No luck. No ideas. She’d disappeared with the clothes on her back, a handful of meds, and the small stuffed dinosaur that hadn’t left her bureau since she was a baby. They’d backed out of the job, which only concerned Mal because he’d taken a bullet for it. They sent out search parties, hung fliers, and monitored the space port. Girl knew how to hide.
The children were growing anxious, and Cole was doing his best to take on the role of big brother, looking out for them the way Zoë always had. Words could not assuage the guilt in his son’s eyes, but Mal would be damned if he wouldn’t try. He didn’t want to think of what would’ve gone down if Cole had kept silent.
They took the mule out during the day; called her name. Near about run this settlement dry, and there were at least thirty more on the world within spitting distance.
Inara was trying to search smart, taking into account Zoë’s perpetual stand for bioethics, finding small organizations and groups on the world she may have been in contact with. While many places had read Zoë’s public letters and spoke highly of her work, none of them had ever seen her, and remarked incredulously at her young age and the possibility of her presence on their world. All-in-all, another dead end.
She hadn’t taken money, which meant she’d either run to contacts on the world or she was stealing food. River patiently reviewed the ship’s log for any and all communiqués to the planet, while Mal monitored the local police frequencies for any reports of theft. As their labor remained fruitless, Mal’s fear ripened.
The middle of the night, Mal sat at the dining table, biting his finger nails, unable to stomach real food. With every ho
*sits in shock*
Never mind the fact that I want to ring Zoe's neck for running off and not telling her father where she was going. Obviously she's learned her lesson ... but something tells me Mal and Jayne will not rest until the hun dan's that hurt her are dead in a pile of their own blood.
Why did she leave the ship? I realize that's not really the issue as nothing like that should have happened to her, but still ... such tragedy ... I only hope Inara can help her and that this doesn't send the older woman back into a state of shock as she remembers her own captivity.
Amazing work.
You can't take the sky from me
Gotta say though...really hope that:
1) Zoe gets chewed out by everybody, but then hugged till she can't breathe;
2) The kidnappers or people in charge of the slaving operation get completely eviscerated for what they did to Little Zoe;
3) Inara doesn't have a breakdown from trying to help the victims...
BEB
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