Author: Rawles {rawles [dot]marie [at]gmail [dot]com}
Type: Het
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters: Original Character. Simon.
Author’s Notes: This was my first Firefly fanfic. And I do believe like, my second fanfic ever. Ah, memories. Originally inspired by a song: "Taking Over Me" by Evanescence. So there. It was written as an experiment, basically using another character as a lense through which to characterize Simon.
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She knew those eyes. She saw them when she closed her own. Piercing blue invaders, slicing through the tapestry of her dreams, taking over her subconscious. She'd thought that she'd never see them again. Actually, she'd desperately hoped that would be the case. Those eyes and their owner made things complicated in her life.
He didn't even know.
He'd looked up when she walked into his office and she was lost. She stared for what seemed like an eternity before she noticed that there was something different.
"May I help you?" he asked softly.
Of course, it had been over a year since she'd seen him. She'd changed too. Apparently, not enough.
She found her voice.
"Doctor Tam." No. Too softly. Like a whisper. Like a prayer. Try again. "Doctor Tam, I'm the new intern. I was told to report to the-"
"Senior resident, of course," he finished for her. "Please, forgive me. I've been distr- please sit down." He waved at the chair in front of his stark, gray desk, something flashing through his eyes that she could not identify. She still couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.
She tried to voice a response. A polite, charming "Thank you." as she had been taught since childhood. Everything she knew abandoned her when she was near him. She sat silently.
He moved a bundle of papers, neat handwriting in perfect rows, from his desk into a drawer. She heard the click of a lock. His eyes darted nervously for moment towards the drawer when he saw her watching, then calmed. They moved to a stack of files that he hadn't swept away in
And I can relate to Marissa, “But when she looked at Simon Tam and saw his kindness and nobility, his intelligence and selflessness, her mind imagined him her hero.” Ohhhhh yeah.
I must also note that Marissa's ruminations on Simon (that line in particular) were really easy to write because they are projected on to her straight from my own obsessed little mind. :-)
--The Author
Its fascinating to see what he was like before his complete break with "society". Everyone sees it as a great sacrifice, but maybe he was truly unhappy and getting River back was his entire life.
Hmm.
So maybe it wasn't the noble sacrifice that everyone assumes it was. Your story really made me think.
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