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COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS: 6. "No Longer Home"

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

"With the Christmas festivities in full swing Mal and Monty can't help but join in. Tomorrow though is another day."

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TITLE: "NO LONGER HOME"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "FIREFLY"

PAIRING: No specific pairing.

RATING: PG-13.

STATUS: SEQUEL to "GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST"

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed.

EMAIL: AlisonMDobell@aol.com

WEBSITE: http://carlajane.50megs.com/Ali00.html

SUMMARY: "With the Christmas festivities in full swing Mal

and Monty can't help but join in. Tomorrow though is another day."

The usual disclaimers apply. The characters and 'Firefly'

are the property and gift of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

No infringement of copyright is intended.

"NO LONGER HOME"

A "Firefly" story

Written by Alison M. DOBELL

* * * * *

Becky carefully brushed the matted hair from her bruised and battered face. Her hands shook as she looked in the cracked mirror at the nightmare reflected back at her in mute accusation. She had been a fool. An idiot. Believed lies so divisive and treacherous she had betrayed her brother. Yet he had escaped. Fled she knew not where nor did she want to know. And for a time she had breathed easy.

When at last the manhunt was called off she was foolish enough to believe - no hope - that he had been forgiven. Reprieved. It was only later that she realised they had called off the manhunt because they had found him. Now a new nightmare was beginning and her guilt and sorrow would give her no respite from a knowledge that was blazing its' unholy path through heart, mind and soul. Slowly Becky fell to her knees, the cold uncompromising floor an unnoticed altar beneath her. Such anguish gripping her that she could not move nor rouse herself to play this part any longer. She had done the unforgivable and what was worse, had lived.

* * * * *

If the Captain thought he could steer clear of Zoe he was much mistaken. Every effort to keep a sane distance between them vanished. She was in an implaccable mood, her sights set on cornering him. Wash knew

Comments
Thursday, 20 January 2005 00:46
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Now where we headin' with this? I like Mal's tears...such a lovely moment between him & Zoe! Solid hit, AMD. Thanks!
Thursday, 20 January 2005 12:49
"A mild and meek Malcolm Reynolds filled her with unease." - That sure has the ring of truth to it!

Gosh, Ali, you do pain so very, very well. It's only bearable because I'm sure (almost) you'll sort things out eventually. Dying to see how you fit the mini-Mals into this story....

Thursday, 20 January 2005 16:17
This was a great installment. I liked the moment between Mal and Wash. I *knew* that there was going to be more to this story than just a simple Christmas tale, but whatever you're weaving here has me greatly intrigued! Great job, Ali! More!

- Soul -
Friday, 28 October 2011 20:44
Zoe sighed and blinked back the threat of tears. Not gonna cry. Tears never solved a gorram thing, just made a body weak.
^^^^^ love that!!!
Loving this whole shiny story! ^.^

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