Author: Rawles {rawles [dot]marie [at]gmail [dot]com}

Type: Gen

Genre: Drama

Characters: River. Simon.

Author’s Notes: For ff_friday challenge. Subject: desire. This is a rare piece in that many months after I wrote it I still like it. It took about 15 minutes total and I never edited it much, so I'm not sure what that indicates. Also, I like the title, because I like the word "cecity".

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"It’s pointless.”

Simon looked up to meet his sister’s eyes. His grip on the hypodermic he was filling tightened.

“Shenme?”

“Nothing,” she responded, turning away and proffering her arm pointedly.

“It’s not nothing. You just said ‘it’s pointless’, River.”

“Administer medications, Doctor. She wants to go dance,” She stared idly at the ceiling and raised her arm a bit more.

For a moment, Simon didn’t know whether to be happy that River was acting more like her old self or annoyed that the personality trait she’d decided to recall today was brattiness. He folded his arms across his chest. He’d more or less decided on annoyance.

“River,” he said, his voice serious, “Tell me what you mean.”

River pulled her eyes from the ceiling to meet his. She crossed her own arms, mimicking him the way she used to when they were children and she thought he was acting too much like an adult.

“Why? You wouldn’t listen. You don’t want to hear.”

“Try me.”

Her brow furrowed. “You’re doing it all wrong. Trying to fix her backwards. Because you don’t want to do it right.”

Simon stepped back, wounded by the accusation. He was doing everything he possibly could to try and make River better. He had thought that she understood that. Apparently, he had been very wrong.

River frowned at the expression on his face. Tears brimmed in her eyes. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him. Just make him see. She hated when she couldn’t control herself. Couldn’t stop herself from speaking or feeling or thinking things that she shouldn’t. The tears began to fall as she admitted to herself that s