TITLE: "DAMAGED"
AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL
FANDOM: "FIREFLY"
PAIRING: River. Mal. Simon.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: SEQUEL to "SMOKING GUN"
ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.
FEEDBACK: Welcomed.
EMAIL: AlisonMDobell@aol.com
WEBSITE: http://carlajane.50megs.com/Ali00.html
SUMMARY: "River starts showing some odd symptoms.
The journey to Dresden hits an unexpected snag."
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.
"DAMAGED"
"Firefly" story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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Inara Serra was concerned for River but the girl - correction 'woman' - was completely unfazed. In fact she seemed amused by the flicker of worry that kept shadowing the Companion's beautiful face like fleeting lines of age time could not yet inflict, their moment not yet come. A foreshadowing of future years but with no place in the Here and Now. Although her face was glowing softly, River kept still. Didn't want to smudge the kohl or ruin the Companion's handiwork, not in one so gifted. Inara's stock in trade should count for something even in the Black.
"I'm not sick."
Now the Companion did frown, clearly not believing her. "You were sick, *mei mei*. I wasn't the only one who saw you throw up."
"Not me."
The gracious hands paused, Inara's mind jumping tracks not sure what River was trying to say. "*Shenme*?"
"Empathy not infirmity." She sang back brightly, then her candle dimmed and she stilled the flash flood of chaotic but happy thoughts, knowing Inara needed something more mundane and tangible to make sense in her mind. "I'm fine," She said in a tone mimicking the Captain when he was hurt but unwilling to admit it. Brightening again it was as if someone had just turned the lamp up, her intensity riveting the Companion to her shining face. A second later the Captain appeared at h
River- "Why do you think she's been jumpin you morning noon and night??" LOL
And Jayne. Ah the joy of his blunt, spot-on comments! ;-)
Keep it up!
The stunned silence was broken by Zoe laughing, the laughter becoming so hard and intense tears sprang from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She had to lean on the doorway for support, the look on her friends' faces a priceless treasure. She would have liked to have painted the Captain's expression in oils. Gorrammit, where was Wash when she needed him?
Loved this!!!
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