ADVENTURES IN SITTING (02) Part (03)
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Action! Romance! Mal does some thinking, and Jayne delivers a lecture on sexual morality.
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(02) ADVENTURES IN SITTING
Part (03)
Follows . Precedes . Action! Romance! Mal does some thinking, and Jayne delivers a lecture on sexual morality. | * * * “That’s the last of ’em, Mal,” Jayne said, as Mal secured the last three crates to the back of the mule. He climbed into the seat. “Take us back to the ship, Zoe.” Mal climbed aboard as well. “I hope Inara’s ‘appointments’ are moving through her bed quickly,” he said with a bitter tone, unable to avoid thinking of the ‘short interval.’ “Won’t be long before we’re loaded up and ready to fly.” * * * She’d spent most of the day lying naked on her back moaning, Inara thought, staring at the ceiling. Unlike Dr Sakurai’s, Dr Schneider’s room had a scalloped pattern on the ceiling. In her line of work, Inara had had cause to contemplate any number of ceilings. Ceilings reflected purpose. Square tile ceilings in square tile offices. Rich red draperies in her shuttle. Denticulations, egg-and-dart, bead-and-reel, pineapple cornices in the storied academic world. Fat, naked rococo cherubs painted in the playrooms of the Core wealthy. Ordered geometric patterns, tessellations extending to infinity and beyond, in the hilltop palaces of the powerful. Here, the scalloped turnings reflected waves, waves of pain that washed over and through her as Dr Schneider worked the complicated machine. Lots of prodding and probing, a few needles and cold exam tables. Dr Schneider’s serious, severe face reflected sympathy for her patient. No one enjoyed amelioration therapy. A while later, Inara sat up on the exam table in a hospital gown. Without any conscious effort, she managed to look beautiful even in a shapeless p
No worries if you have, I love her stories and I love the shout-outs if that's what they are.
Whoof. Boy, where are they gonna go from here? Shoulda heard her out, Mal, the lady doesn't want to make promises she can't keep. Plus we have a black widow Saffron webspinning and clinging to the ship somewhere.
Love their little dance to her shuttle, with Zoe keeping guard.
Keep going.
Having said that--rest assured I am not telling Clio's story. We all start with more-or-less the same canon material, and take it so many different directions. That's why I love reading everybody's fanfics--any one of them is like another AU of Firefly.
Frankly, my opinion is if you've read Clios' stories, it only means you have good taste.
By the way, I hope no one is thinking--"So, they dance to the shuttle and live happily ever after. The End."--because it's not over! And as for happily...well, like life in general, what I have planned for these characters has its ups and its downs. And it's just not realistic to think that Mal and Inara could wake up one morning and suddenly say, "Gee, why did we ever fight before? All our issues seem to have magically resolved." Not to mention that there are five other people on that Firefly and a stack of other characters not currently aboard that Firefly, all waiting to propel things in all kinds of interesting directions. (Or at least in the directions I find interesting ;-) ) Stay tuned...working some revisions on story number 3 (Sparks Fly), which I hope to begin posting some time in the next week.
Once again, I want to thank my sister for beta reading. She's great at pointing out inconsistencies and does not put up with bad explanations of science and technology...most helpful.
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