Have Wings, Will Fly

Chapter One: Still Flyin’

Hey all, Sara here. This is my first chapter of my first Firefly fanfic. I hope you enjoy, and I plan on creating many more chapters in the time to come.

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The ship Serenity sailed peacefully tonight, or the crew’s equivalent of a “night” while aboard a space-bound vessel. Mal, Simon, Jayne, Inara, and Kaylee were not making a sound as they slumbered. In the infirmary, Zoe had fallen asleep upon her husband’s chest while he entered a deep sleep, her dark tresses covering his numerous bandages on his waist and legs. A small plastic dinosaur was carefully tucked in the thin sheets beside Wash’s sleeping face; it’s plastic, toothy grin making Wash himself smile while he slept.

Two black combat boots were propped up on the consol in the cockpit; the light from the dashboard surrounded the room in a calming blue aura. The owner of said boots, however, was asleep; her head leaned back slightly, and her mouth open, vulnerable to bug-swallowing had they been anywhere else but in deep space. In her slender hands was a small leather-bound book that was left open to a page now resting on her floral-covered belly. She was snoring gently. Since Miranda, River had been able to recover herself to an extent. Sure, she had secrets. More than anyone should have to bear, but for now, she could rest with relative ease. She seemed to be more coherent in regular conversations with the rest of the crew, and her fits had subsided. Jayne, however, still skirted around the girl when it came to being only him and River in the same room. He had seen what she had done to the Reavers that fateful day, and as much as it made him thankful, it scared the go-se out of him. He still wasn’t sure what to make of it, as most things usually feel like to Jayne.

Wash had been presumed dead when they had left him pinned to his chair in the cockpit. True, he had entered a severe state of shock, but the wound wasn’t fatal, thanks to Simon and the team of Alliance doctors. The spear had missed