Always Had Faith - FIREFLYFANS.NET

Blue Sun Room FICTION - GENERAL

Always Had Faith

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Faith in a higher power? That was always Mal's thing, the Captain, back in the war.

CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 2872 RATING: 10.0 (G) SERIES: FIREFLY

Tweet

Title: Always Had Faith

Written for Round 4 Challenge 2 of "big_damn_quests" on LJ as Zoe

Word Count: 103

Challenge 2

Do you have faith in a higher power that guides your life? Fate, Karma, God, anything?

Faith in a higher power? That was always Mal's thing, the Captain, back in the war.

Back before the surrender.

That day broke him. But before then, oh yeah, he was full of holy piss and vinegar. Kept us going through the worst of it, his faith that we would win, that our cause was just and God would see to it. Almost made you believe too, he was so fervent about it.

Never did put too much stock in the higher powers myself though. Just didn't seem likely, in the face of it all. Mal though; always had faith in the Captain.

Comments

BYTEMITE

Wednesday, 30 September 2015 03:04

I like how you frame it here, the Captain as a religious term, again maybe in keeping with the family Zoe knew and her life experience growing up on a ship.

2X2

Wednesday, 30 September 2015 04:04

Hmm, interesting idea. I wasn't really thinking of it in those terms, but I could see it! THanks :)

Post Your Comments

You must log in to post comments.

Your Options

Share Entry

Promote

Tweet

Other Fanfics By Author

History of an Object
There’s no reason to keep it, damaged as it is. Save one. Doesn’t matter that it’s finer than any other cup on the ship, even with the crack. Doesn’t matter that it would never hold liquid again without some of it seeping through. Burning your fingers. Was only one reason he still has the cup.

Five Years' War
The night was warm. Clouds, low on the horizon, blue black in the last light of the setting sun. Nothing but the breeze and the buzz of the cicadas breaking the stillness. A perfect evening.

The Close Shore, At the End, Untenable
“Dead ’re in my head tonight,” he said finally. “Can’t get ‘em out. Don’t got the booze or the bar to distract me. Don’t know why I’m here ‘cept I don’t think I can go through it alone.”

The Slower Path: All the Difference - Part 15 - Sequel to The One Less Traveled By
She let out a breath, saying nothing for a long moment before she raised her eyes again. “There are some things I want you to know,” she said softly. “Things I want you to understand.” Much as he wished he could ignore it, he could see it was important to her that he know whatever it was she wanted to tell him. He knew he wouldn't have let himself see it in the past, but that weren't where they were anymore, or at least, not where they wanted to be, either of them. Their relationship had changed, was changing, and he weren’t so stupid he didn’t recognize that. He didn't know that he wanted to know it, much less understand it, but she was reluctant enough to talk about any aspect of her life as it was; could be he might ought not stop her when she wanted to.

Unlucky at Cards...
“I… You can’t be that lucky!” Mal moaned as Inara beat him again, laying out her cards with a flourish.

The Slower Path: The One Less Traveled By - Part 14 - Sequel to Regrets
They fell silent again, struggling to find the ease that they had found, before; before the argument that had almost ended things. "I feel like-," she started. "This is-," he said at the same time. They looked at each other. "Awkward," they both said, laughing lightly.

Loved and Lost
Love’s the biggest kind of hurt there is.

Surviving
And I wouldn't trade that love for nothin'.