FIC: Misplaced

Author: Jedishampoo Jedishampoo@aol.com

Characters: Inara, Jayne

Rating: PG-13 for language, I suppose

Summary: A short vignette-y sort of conversation, post-Serenity.

Author’s Notes: OMG I wrote a Firefly story. Only a casual fan of the series, but sharpeslass is a massive fan. She begged for a story and I ignored her until one popped into my head. This is for and betaed by her; she begged me to change some of the cursing and I changed some of it for a compromise. I didn’t feel completely comfortable with the vernacular. Posted here by her request. She’s a big fan of the fics here!

Feedback: Pretty Please! Tell me what you think, good or bad, I would be interested to see what people think of my characterization of Inara.

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She was going to Whitefall.

At least, Serenity and her crew were going to Whitefall. Therefore Inara, by default, was going there as well. She had a destination. A tiny bit of surety in a world which had changed two days ago, over the course of a simple, brutal transmission.

The flow was a difficult thing to go with, for one whose life and profession had been built around structure. Even her place on this ship, though perhaps still temporary, had changed. Physically she was in what had once been Shepherd Book’s room. Her shuttle was no longer really hers, and its sparse walls didn’t feel like home.

Neither does this room, she thought as she sat on Book’s small bed and ran her hand over Book’s old-fashioned coverlet. Patchwork squares, made perhaps on one of the small terraformed moons. Quaint. Homey.

Was she staying home or going home?

“This restlessness is not exciting. It’s not me,” she whispered aloud. “Shepherd?” she asked the still, quiet air. It was simple to speak the question, less simple to banish the thought behind it. It was a crazy thought; that perhaps by sitting in, sleeping in and thinking in this room, she was sharing whatever restless spirit had sent