Have Wings, Will Fly

Chapter 2: Turbulence

Hey all, here’s another chapter! I was thinking about this all day, I swear. This is definitely a bit of an addiction. I’m so honored by your comments! I’ve never been so excited. I just love to add little details about the minds of our big damn heroes, and plan on having more action/romance in chapters to come. I’ve already written a few paragraphs for the next chapter, so be on the lookout!

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The next morning River woke before the rest of the crew and dressed in one of her favorite multi-blue patterned dresses. For saving their lives, the least Mal could do for River was buy her some clothes that actually fit her. She didn’t bother putting on her boots, though. She slipped into the pilot seat and began to ready the ship for landing on Londinium. Flipping three switches, she began a slow descent into the planet’s orbit. She then clicked the comm.:

“This is your pilot speaking. We will begin decent on Londinium in 32 minutes. Don’t wear that vest, Simon.”

She giggled to herself. And now, we wait. River picked up the small leather-bound book and opened to the page she had it on last night. Ever since Shepherd Book died on Haven, River had taken to reading his old Bible, occasionally writing in it, but never crossing anything out. She felt that she at least owed that to him. Every once in awhile, River would feel a chill run down her spine, and swear it was Book’s presence. But it was brief, and she soon had forgotten why she suddenly felt so old and wise. She missed him, but never mourned for him. He certainly was not in a special hell, and that brought comfort to her.

Simon, after hearing River’s wake-up call, groaned and rolled over. He placed his arm around Kaylee, gently stroking her shoulder as she continued to sleep soundly. They enjoyed being close to each other, being alive. Simon tried in vain to escape the covers without disturbing Kaylee. He blew gently into her ear, which gained a painful slap on the cheek as she startled awake.

“Dammit, S