Blue Sun Room FICTION - DRAMA

They Hang Cargo Smugglers, Don't They?

Friday, April 11, 2008

A sad reunion set in a near distant bleak future. Not a very happy future.

CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 3368    RATING: 9.0 (PG)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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Rating: PG

Word Count: 1249

Spoilers: Set post BDM

Characters: Mal, Inara. Some Mal/Inara.

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Her head tells her it can't be, that she must be wrong, but her heart knows his movements like she knows her own, and there is no mistaking that the man being led to the gallows is Mal.

The noose is around his neck, head covered in a black sack before her client manages to stay the executioner's hand.

It takes nearly four hours of arguing and negotiations and an agreement to pay reparation for Mal's crimes before the death sentence is finally lifted and he is reluctantly released into her custody. An hour more before she gets him to her apartments and wires the credits to her client's account. It's a lot, she has barely enough to cover it, but the money isn't important.

It is a shock to see him. He looks thin, leaner than she remembers. And there is a slump to his shoulders that wasn't there before, a look of defeat about him that, despite everything, she's never seen on him.

He wanders around her room, fingering small objects on her tables, but there are none of the sardonic comments that used to accompany such perusals.

He doesn't speak at all.

She watches him quietly, feeling the old attraction and awkwardness spring to life between them as if it's been no longer than the span of a heartbeat since they last saw each other and not years. But it has been years, and they are neither of them the same two people they were.

"Mal—" she starts softly, the word suffused with so many emotions – exasperation, affection, confusion, sorrow, longing – but he interrupts her before she can complete whatever thought it was she was trying to express, and his words have her sinking to her chair in s

Comments
MNEMOSYNE13
Friday, 11 April 2008 01:06
This is so sad, but extremely poignant. As always, you do a great job with characterization and I love that it finishes with her in bed alone. It gave me chills! Great job!
Friday, 11 April 2008 01:48
You said it would be sad, not rip my heart out stomp on it on the floor kind of sad - but in a good way! Beautiful piece of work hopefully set in a parallel universe kind of thing. Your writing and imagination is amazing.
Friday, 11 April 2008 08:57
this was great - wish i could write this sort of thing.
even when going for the emotional jugular - you have clarity of purpose and style:)
Friday, 11 April 2008 12:53
Wow, wow wow. Where did that come from, darlin? What a delightful surprise to pop on and see you'd posted a spanking new story. It's bleak but it's beautiful, how you've written them, and what they still are to each other. You've captured something so deep and and so sad but still so real. And the ending, which is the only way it could end...
Good stuff!
Friday, 11 April 2008 20:52
Lovely, lovely and heartbreaking. Such good characterizations -- now, if I can just scrape my heart up off the floor...
Sunday, 13 April 2008 07:07
Wow.....ok so....whats going on in your life at the moment? Need to talk??? lol....it was.....well yeah Kaylee is sorta the heart of the ship and if that dies.....whatya got....
Sunday, 13 April 2008 19:07
Well now, that was all manner of heart-wrenching. Well done!

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