TRAUMA MEDICINE: Chapter three. This isn't home.
Friday, October 8, 2004
After a brush with the law, Simon finds himself on the run. Book is persuaded to leave the Abbey and 'walk the world'. And Kaylee starts planning a wedding.
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TRAUMA MEDICINE: Chapter Three
This isn't home.
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“I got no notion to be arguin' this, Jayne.” Mal cuts the mercenary off mid-sentence with a glower. “We ain't robbin' from no Rim-world school. 'm'I makin' myself clear enough for you?”
“Why the hell not?” Jayne persists. “Ain't like education's gonna do any of them poor kids any good. They're stuck at the ass-end of the 'verse where learnin' ain't worth a damn thing. I never had no schoolin' – di'n't do me no harm!”
Mal gives him a long, hard stare. “That a fact?”
Jayne narrows his eyes, grunts and punches a fist into the wall as he walks away.
Mal looks round to see Inara standing serenely at the bottom of the stairs into the cargo bay. There's somethin' he can't quite make out in her expression. It makes him feel defensive. “You lookin' for somethin'?” he demands angrily.
“I think I may have just found it,” she replies cryptically, one corner of her mouth lifting slightly. “But thank you for your offer to help, Captain.”
He stares after her as she ascends the stairs, wanting to yell after her that he wa'n't offerin' her no ruttin' help but is hypnotized into silence by the way her peach gown lifts and billows and swirls.
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Late frosts are rare on Persephone. This morning's will surely lift before long, but for now the world looks new again, sparkling as if fresh-made under low slants of light from the rising sun. Where their warmth hits, the thin dusting of ice melts, lifting in a veil of mist - dreamlike.
Book stamps down on the spade but the soil resists, tight and hard and cold. Impenetrable. He tries again, without success. “Yesu tamade!” he mutters under his breath, oddly annoyed by the ground's reluctance to yield. He has made it his mission to plant strawberries today, to grow something sweet in this reclaimed patch of land the Bro
The characters as you're writing them are dead-on to how they *are* as the TV series starts (dialog voices, characterizations, etc.), yet you're writing such a believeable assessment of how they *could be* just before we came to know them that I'm just stunned and in awe.
The Mal/Inara interactions are superb--absolutely prickly, teasing, taunting--all the elements work from each of them. Mal's not playing in his callous treatment of her, is dead serious, and that really sells their scenes.
In the 'be dark and grim, then fergawdsakes tell a joke' area: "Then again, it could be his blood's found some place else to go." was LOL great. Yeah, absolutely must have humor moments in a story such as this (you know that's my motto too ;-) ).
The theme of this episode--home, family, and leaving... very effective.
Zoe the way you're writing her... what can I say? Perfect.
The chilling moment at the end... still giving me shivers.
You can't take the sky from me
Thanks,
Carissa
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