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The Reunion - 8 of 9

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Part 8. Post-BDM (8 years post, actually); all the characters belong to Joss, and the idea for the story was handed to me by my Dadoo, who said he didn't have time to write it, so would i do it for him. i said yes. we still hope you enjoy.

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Zoë sat on the bed, her daughter's hand clutching her own even as the girl slept.

Everyone had agreed it was the strangest rescue they'd pulled off. There had been no gunfight, no bargaining...just Mal going up to the bridge and then returning in a daze moments later as the two ships joined. When the door opened, Kya had catapulted herself into her mother's waiting arms and the two of them hitting the bay floor in a confusion of tears, laughter, hugs, promises and kisses.

The man who had taken Kya off-world had waited on his own ship, watching the reunion intently - a slight smile on his face. Mal hadn't invited him aboard Serenity and the man had not invited Mal aboard his ship, but the two talked quietly until River came down from the bridge and stood at Mal's side.

"You remember her," Mal said quietly.

"Of course," came the reply. Then he directed his next statement to River herself. "I am so very glad you are still well." River only nodded, her shoulders tense.

"I am happy to have been able to give your friend someone so very dear to her. I understand the girl's father was lost in our last...meeting."

"It's appreciated, what you've done here," Mal said, placing one hand on River's shoulder reassuringly and leaving his other free to draw the pistol strapped to his thigh, a hint to the man facing them.

"I see I have overstayed my welcome," the man smiled a ghost of what a real smile could be. "Captain, you continue to surprise me with your survival. I hope to be surprised by you again."

"Yeah, well," Mal shrugged, keeping his eyes on the stranger, "I tend to do that whether or not I try."

"Please give my fondest regards to Inara," the man said, moving to close the airlock. He noticed Mal's jaw clench and looked between River and Mal quickly. "My apologies, I thought she would be with you..."

"Please go," River said, her voice strained. The man nodded and closed the door tightly before returning to his bridge. River fairly flew to the bridge, and they were away befor

Comments
Saturday, 14 February 2009 18:46
Whoa, operative. o.o

:( Sad, very sad.
Saturday, 14 February 2009 18:47
But, it's good they got Zoe's daughter back.
Saturday, 14 February 2009 18:56
I knew the courier was the Operative. Nice to see he got to give Zoe back a little bit of what he took. Poor Mal. What a mess. With his ability to feel guilt, he'll never recover from Inara's loss. The conversations between your characters seem to be an exercise in misdirection and avoidance. But more gets said than what is unsaid. Great job.
Sunday, 15 February 2009 02:12
I can't wait to find out what idea Simon has for putting an end to Zoe's problem. I am not sure how Mal can find peace or rest but hope you will somehow come up with something that will help him get past the sorrow, loss and guilt of Inara's passing. Not that it was his fault because she made her choice but that is cold comfort. Really happy that Kya and Zoe are reunited. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
Sunday, 15 February 2009 03:55
The Operative redeems himself, a nice arc for him.

But, poor Mal, guilt ridden over Inara's attempt at a pregnancy.

Gosh, Kacidilla, just rip our hearts out and stomp all over them on the cargo bay floor;)

A question... wouldn't River already know about Mal and Inara? I thought she was on Serenity with them during Inara's death. And I found it was odd that Zoe didn't know what happened or at least inquire at this stage in Mal's grief as to what happened. They were good friends, the war buddy bond and all.
Sunday, 15 February 2009 17:38
Mal may never get over Inara's death, but I can't help feeling that you're heading for him coming to terms with it. In the shuttle, perhaps. Dreaming. And she says how much she loves him, and it was her choice. Not his.

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