Rivers Unran
Monday, December 5, 2005
A Five Things Fic. Five lives River never led. (Spoilers through Serenity)
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 2105 RATING: 10.0 (G) SERIES: FIREFLY
Title: Rivers Unran
Author: SullenSiren (adena(at)direcway(dot)com)
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Rivercentric, Inara appearance
Summary: Five ways the waters could have ran, but didn't.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The Firefly 'verse, sadly, does not belong to me. I make no money from this, and own nothing worth suing over.
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Author's Notes: One of several WiP's in the "Five Things" Format. This was very nearly a "Four things" and then it suddenly wanted to be a "Six Things", but in the end we discussed the matter and decided to stay with five.
"When I was a child
I ran until the creek became a river.
When it turned into the ocean
I wondered why He'd made it so deep ."
-- Ryan Adams "Mockingbird"
Propriety
The sun sets on the wrong side here, and she always wakes to the warmth on her face that reminds her that this isn't really her home. She rolls over and for a moment the sun settles on the center of her face, and she imagines that maybe this isn't her life, either. But then he shifts on the bed beside her and the alarm shrills its daily warning and she opens her eyes and accepts what she has.
She is not unhappy. She lives in a house on a nice planet. She lacks for nothing. Her husband is good and kind, and if sometimes she looks at him and thinks that he will never understand the world the way she does, that doesn't necessarily mean she doesn't love him.
They met in the graduate program. (The second time she took it, picking up the classes she hadn't taken because her mother said it was the only place to meet a nice boy, and that it would be good for her, since she'd always liked school so.) He'd said that she had beautiful eyes, but his gaze had lingered on the bared hollow of her shoulder and River had wondered if he knew how transparent he was. But she'd long since stopped asking the questions no one wanted to hear a proper young lady ask, and she'd only said thank you.
They hadn't had chil
You've done a fantastic job of capturing her voice, and imagining her futures.
I am curious as to what kind of career she would have chosen that focused on her intellectual gifts, though. As a psychiatrist, she would have had no equal. She likes the Black. Maybe she could have been an itinerant scientist. She could have done, literally, anything.
Great job. This was a tad depressing, but only because that's the way life is, sometimes.
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