Beloved Is Mine

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based on the world of Firefly by Joss Whedon

The room was dark except for the solitary candle with its lit flame, causing shadows to dance like sick marionette puppets on imaginary strings. Music played, some famous composer from earth that was, the piano filling the air with its haunting melody.

He lay on the slab of metal, his eyes shut tight as the wind from a lone fan stirred his dark brown hair. Muscular chest rose and fell to the rhythm of the music, each breath brought in deeper as the music seemed to deepen in meaning.

His thoughts surrounded him as the creature he held at bay, kept quiet. They were both anticipating the return of their mate, the one removed from the training grounds several years prior. She had been a different soul then, or so his creators kept telling him. Now she was more human, a trait he could see in her before, but not enough to worry him.

With a strong push, he let his mind search the blackness of space, feeling for just the right presence. She might be human, she might be 'in love' with some ship captain, and she might be headed here to kill him, but there was one thing Falcon knew better even than she did. Cat was his and he would have her back.

Mental fingers caught hold on the essence he had been looking for and his nose filled with her exotic scent. Her beast had been sedated, probably by the serum, and she smelled strangely of contentment. With invisible hands, he felt for her mind, stroking it with a gentleness his real self could not master. She groaned in her sleep, and it brought a smile to his face. Reaching deep, he felt from the other soul, the one dark enough for him to convince he was the one for her, but a darker form stood in the way. It issued a growl, a loud and very audible warning. Falcon's nose wrinkled at the odor the creature was given off. She was being guarded by a Reaver.

Dark blue eyes opened, glowing in the darkness of his room as a fanged mouth spoke.