Blue Sun Room FICTION - ROMANCE
Firefly: A New Beginning
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
When Mal accepts a passenger onto Serenity, he and the crew get more than they bargined for....
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 1812 RATING: 9.0 (NC17) SERIES: FIREFLY
“I understand you take passengers on your Firefly Captain Reynolds?” The man enquired.
Mal looked him up and down, he was tall, well dressed and had a look about him that reminded Mal of an alliance general, but still beggars couldn’t be choosers and now Serenity was in the air again they had to find work.
“I do sir”. Malcolm responded.
“Do you have a ships medic?” The man questioned him.
This question made Mal suspicious, Mal had thought that the Alliance had given up looking for River and Simon but maybe this man was a spy, or bounty hunter and Mal wasn’t prepared to put his crew in danger, he wasn’t prepared to risk loosing anyone else.
“Why do you ask?” Mal responded warily.
“I ask because the passenger I wish you to transport needs medical care”. The man responded, without waiting for Malcolm to reply he carried on. “My daughter was badly injured a couple of months back, this town is too volatile for someone like her, my brother and his wife have agreed to take her in”.
“Your daughter, what does she want?” Mal asked, the only type of passenger Mal was going to agree to was the willing kind, the not so willing kind tended to be a whole load of trouble.
“She will not cause you any trouble if that is what you are suggesting Captain Reynolds, she is far from dangerous, she has no memory of anything before the accident, of this planet, her home, of me. She has no ties here; this is her chance to build a new life, far away from here”. The man replied sadly.
“I am prepared to offer you four times the going rate if you agree to transport my daughter safely to Olaris, providing she gets the medical care she requires”.
The money was too good to refuse, the ship needed repairs and fuel, the crew needed food and work, something to take their minds off of all that had happened over the past couple of months.
“Our medic is highly qualified and very dedicated, sir”. Malcolm replied.
“Then I’m sure my daughters needs will not present a problem”. The man commented. “When will you be ready to leave?” He ask
Comments
ANONYMOUS
Saturday, 14 January 2006 21:48
Very good
GRIMSONG
Sunday, 15 January 2006 14:44
Sounds quite interesting. I'd like to read more.
Thursday, 19 January 2006 01:51
Very Good Story.
I hope you continue with this story SOON ;)
I hope you continue with this story SOON ;)
LOCO
Friday, 20 January 2006 14:33
Simon found Mal and the others in the mess.
“So what’s the verdict Doc?” Mal asked.
“From what I can gather from my exam, Mist has suffered a SCI”. Simon began. “A what?” Kaylee asked.
“A spinal cord injury, in Mists case it means she has no voluntary movements from the chest downwards, she has some sensation, the movements of her hands are also affected. In simple terms she cannot walk, stand or even sit up unaided, she cannot take care of her every day needs. She will need physical therapy to prevent her muscles wasting, in addition to this she will need to be fed, washed, changed and turned”. Simon looked around the room at the shocked, confused faces, people in the outer rim didn’t survive that type of injury the medical care just wasn’t available.
Malcolm turned to his crew. “Since we’re all getting a cut of the money, I expect every one of you to help Simon take care of the girl, do you understand me?” He demanded, without waiting for a response he swung round and strode from the mess.
Mists father had been right then, he thought to himself, she wasn’t going to cause any trouble because she couldn’t, she seemed like a sweet girl, there was something about her that had got to Mal, touched him deep down inside and Mal didn’t like that feeling, he didn’t like it one single bit.
Tuesday, 24 January 2006 02:08
Whats that a part from the one you working on? Sounds cool.
LOCO
Tuesday, 24 January 2006 18:34
yep the next chapter, thought it was easier to post chapters here rather than creating a new thread....
LOCO
Tuesday, 24 January 2006 18:35
Kaylee stomped into the mess and fairly threw the bowl down on the table in frustration. “I give up, that girl, she ain’t never gonna eat”. She sighed as she slumped down in the seat opposite Jayne.
She didn’t even look up as Jayne pulled the bowl across the table towards him, he stood and as quietly as he could slipped out of the room.
Mist stirred caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness as Jayne sat down heavily on the edge on the bed. He put his hand up to her face his index finger slowly tracing the outline of her lips. Mists eyes opened and she drifted out of her dreams, the faint tickling sensation awakening her from her peaceful slumber.
Jayne brought the spoon to her mouth, running the edge over her lips as he had done with his finger until her lips parted and her mouth opened, as swiftly as if he were pulling his pistol from his belt he angled the spoon so that he could get her to take some of the porridge from it, she chewed, swallowed and opened her mouth for another spoonful. A smile split Jayne’s face as big as if he had single-handedly brought the Alliance to their knees.
Soon the bowl was finished, reluctantly Jayne stood up to leave, as he did so Kaylee appeared in the doorway, Jayne pushed roughly past her trusting the empty bowl into her hands and leaving without uttering a single word, Kaylee was dumbfounded.
She didn’t even look up as Jayne pulled the bowl across the table towards him, he stood and as quietly as he could slipped out of the room.
Mist stirred caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness as Jayne sat down heavily on the edge on the bed. He put his hand up to her face his index finger slowly tracing the outline of her lips. Mists eyes opened and she drifted out of her dreams, the faint tickling sensation awakening her from her peaceful slumber.
Jayne brought the spoon to her mouth, running the edge over her lips as he had done with his finger until her lips parted and her mouth opened, as swiftly as if he were pulling his pistol from his belt he angled the spoon so that he could get her to take some of the porridge from it, she chewed, swallowed and opened her mouth for another spoonful. A smile split Jayne’s face as big as if he had single-handedly brought the Alliance to their knees.
Soon the bowl was finished, reluctantly Jayne stood up to leave, as he did so Kaylee appeared in the doorway, Jayne pushed roughly past her trusting the empty bowl into her hands and leaving without uttering a single word, Kaylee was dumbfounded.
LOCO
Thursday, 02 February 2006 18:21
Inara smiled down at Mist, even though the companion was able to make the slow, humiliating process of being bathed and changed almost pleasurable Mist was grateful that she could finally sink back against the soft warmth of the pillows once more.
Although she was weary her senses were keen and she could hear footsteps approaching. Mist watched as Inara’s face lit up in anticipation as the Captain strode into the room.
Inara’s expression changed as Mal approached her feelings, as always, guarded when in the presence of the man she loved.
“I would like to brush Mist’s hair, will you help me?” Inara asked.
Mal paused unwilling to spend too much time in Inara’s company; but he didn’t shake his head and say he was busy. Instead he remembered how much Kaylee adored having Inara brush and fix her hair, who was he to deprive Mist of something had could bring her a little pleasure?
He sat down on Mists bed and bending over her he lifted her from the comfort of the pillows into his strong embrace.
Mist sighed as he cradled her against his chest, she could feel the hardness of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt and hear the faint beating of his heart.
Mal tried to ignore the soft swell of Mist’s breasts as he pressed her against him, his arms wrapped around her fragile torso, one hand supporting her neck as Inara brushed her hair in long smooth strokes. Mal caught his breath as Mist murmured in appreciation.
Inara watched the expressions cross Mal’s face, what he closed off from her, his feelings, his emotions were plain, he did not feel the need to protect himself from a crippled girl as he did from her.
Inara wasn’t stupid, she knew Mal cared for her deeply, that he would die to protect her, but she also knew he would never come to terms with her profession, that it would always come between them and there was probably nothing either of them could do to change it.
Inara finished her one hundredth stroke and stood up to admire her handiwork, Mists hair glistened in the dim light as though it were made from gold.
She watched sadly as Mal slowly lowered Mist back against the pillows, something about the tender way he treated Mist, who was little more than a stranger wrenched at her heart and made Inara want to cry.
Although she was weary her senses were keen and she could hear footsteps approaching. Mist watched as Inara’s face lit up in anticipation as the Captain strode into the room.
Inara’s expression changed as Mal approached her feelings, as always, guarded when in the presence of the man she loved.
“I would like to brush Mist’s hair, will you help me?” Inara asked.
Mal paused unwilling to spend too much time in Inara’s company; but he didn’t shake his head and say he was busy. Instead he remembered how much Kaylee adored having Inara brush and fix her hair, who was he to deprive Mist of something had could bring her a little pleasure?
He sat down on Mists bed and bending over her he lifted her from the comfort of the pillows into his strong embrace.
Mist sighed as he cradled her against his chest, she could feel the hardness of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt and hear the faint beating of his heart.
Mal tried to ignore the soft swell of Mist’s breasts as he pressed her against him, his arms wrapped around her fragile torso, one hand supporting her neck as Inara brushed her hair in long smooth strokes. Mal caught his breath as Mist murmured in appreciation.
Inara watched the expressions cross Mal’s face, what he closed off from her, his feelings, his emotions were plain, he did not feel the need to protect himself from a crippled girl as he did from her.
Inara wasn’t stupid, she knew Mal cared for her deeply, that he would die to protect her, but she also knew he would never come to terms with her profession, that it would always come between them and there was probably nothing either of them could do to change it.
Inara finished her one hundredth stroke and stood up to admire her handiwork, Mists hair glistened in the dim light as though it were made from gold.
She watched sadly as Mal slowly lowered Mist back against the pillows, something about the tender way he treated Mist, who was little more than a stranger wrenched at her heart and made Inara want to cry.
LOCO
Friday, 03 February 2006 15:44
Mist drifted in and out of sleep the dreams absorbing her every moment, on the boat, Serenity, the days merge into the nights, into an endless dream where people cared for her and catered to her every need. The people, the captain and his crew were good people, different from those she had known at the hospital, it felt good to be here laying amongst the soft coolness of the cotton sheets and pillows, wrapped up in the cosy warmth of the duvets and blankets, it made her feel safe.
River sat in the corridor, Mist kind of liked the girl, she was broken like Mist herself, but broken on the inside where no one could see.
Mist could hear River muttering to herself as she sat cross legged on the floor, sometimes she was as innocent as a small child and sometimes it was like she carried the weight of the world upon her shoulders.
River looked up and smiled at Mist, then she stood up as she always did in one fluid movement and made her way to Mists bedside. She carried with her two plastic dinosaurs, a t-rex and a stegosaurus.
River places the dinosaurs on the bed next to Mist and starts to play with them, talking in a strange voice.
(Stegosaurus): We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... "This Land."
(T-Rex): I think we should call it "your grave!"
(Stegosaurus): Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
(T-Rex): Ha ha ha! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!
Mist heard footsteps coming down the corridor, they paused just outside the room, the half light casting Zoë’s shadow on the opposite wall as she listened to River.
Rivers voice changed back to normal, “He loved her you know, he would have died for her, he loved them all very much”. River told nobody in particular.
Her voice changed again.
“That's right, of course, 'cause they wouldn't arrest me if we got boarded, I'm just the pilot. I can always say I was flying the ship by accident.”
"Oh, my God. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing? Oh, right, that would be me. "
"I wish I was somebody else right now, somebody not... married, not madly in love with a beautiful woman who can kill me with her pinkie."
”Were I unwed, I'd take you in a manly fashion.”
”Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.”
“Hey, I've been in a fire fight before....Well, I was in a fire....actually I was fired, from a fry cook opportunity. I can handle myself.”
"Mmm wife’s soup. I must have done good."
Rivers voice changed once again as she started to sing
“Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity”.
“She feels empty”. River surmised. “So alone, she lies in their bunk at night and sheds no tears, she stares at the place were he once slept, wears in his favourite shirt”.
“She blames herself, wishes she had been a better wife, a lesser soldier, she longs for his touch, his kindness, to hear his laughter, to feel his skin against her own. She wishes that they had more time together, that they had gone on vacation, had children, all of the stuff normal folks do”.
River pauses.
“She is not alone, inside they all cry, for their pilot, their comrade, their beloved friend. They miss his kindness, his laughter, his love. He was not a murderer or a thief. He was a leaf on the wind, watch how he soars.
He is not dead, he lives on in the ship that he loved, in their hearts, their memories, he is part of their family, of the boat they call home”.
River stares out into space, still talking to nobody in particular, but Zoë knows who her words are meant for, she doesn’t know why but Rivers crazy talk comforts her, somehow the moon-brained girl knows that her heart is breaking, somehow she understands exactly what Zoë needs to hear, that she is not alone, that he loved her more than life itself.
River sat in the corridor, Mist kind of liked the girl, she was broken like Mist herself, but broken on the inside where no one could see.
Mist could hear River muttering to herself as she sat cross legged on the floor, sometimes she was as innocent as a small child and sometimes it was like she carried the weight of the world upon her shoulders.
River looked up and smiled at Mist, then she stood up as she always did in one fluid movement and made her way to Mists bedside. She carried with her two plastic dinosaurs, a t-rex and a stegosaurus.
River places the dinosaurs on the bed next to Mist and starts to play with them, talking in a strange voice.
(Stegosaurus): We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... "This Land."
(T-Rex): I think we should call it "your grave!"
(Stegosaurus): Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
(T-Rex): Ha ha ha! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!
Mist heard footsteps coming down the corridor, they paused just outside the room, the half light casting Zoë’s shadow on the opposite wall as she listened to River.
Rivers voice changed back to normal, “He loved her you know, he would have died for her, he loved them all very much”. River told nobody in particular.
Her voice changed again.
“That's right, of course, 'cause they wouldn't arrest me if we got boarded, I'm just the pilot. I can always say I was flying the ship by accident.”
"Oh, my God. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing? Oh, right, that would be me. "
"I wish I was somebody else right now, somebody not... married, not madly in love with a beautiful woman who can kill me with her pinkie."
”Were I unwed, I'd take you in a manly fashion.”
”Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.”
“Hey, I've been in a fire fight before....Well, I was in a fire....actually I was fired, from a fry cook opportunity. I can handle myself.”
"Mmm wife’s soup. I must have done good."
Rivers voice changed once again as she started to sing
“Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity”.
“She feels empty”. River surmised. “So alone, she lies in their bunk at night and sheds no tears, she stares at the place were he once slept, wears in his favourite shirt”.
“She blames herself, wishes she had been a better wife, a lesser soldier, she longs for his touch, his kindness, to hear his laughter, to feel his skin against her own. She wishes that they had more time together, that they had gone on vacation, had children, all of the stuff normal folks do”.
River pauses.
“She is not alone, inside they all cry, for their pilot, their comrade, their beloved friend. They miss his kindness, his laughter, his love. He was not a murderer or a thief. He was a leaf on the wind, watch how he soars.
He is not dead, he lives on in the ship that he loved, in their hearts, their memories, he is part of their family, of the boat they call home”.
River stares out into space, still talking to nobody in particular, but Zoë knows who her words are meant for, she doesn’t know why but Rivers crazy talk comforts her, somehow the moon-brained girl knows that her heart is breaking, somehow she understands exactly what Zoë needs to hear, that she is not alone, that he loved her more than life itself.
ANONYMOUS
Tuesday, 14 February 2006 02:10
Shiny
LOCO
Wednesday, 08 March 2006 15:19
WARNING MATURE CONTENT
Jayne stared intently at the wall in front of him as he tried to gain control over himself, in some ways the night shift was easier, it meant less mothering and fussing, in other ways it was far worse, turning the girl, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against his rough hands, made his blood pressure rise, that he was attracted to a crippled girl spooked him more than a little and there’s two more hours to go until he could get back to his bunk.
“Gorram it”. Jayne swore quietly as Mist murmured and stirred in her sleep. She wheezed a little and her eyes shot open. Jayne panicked, Simon had explained to them all that Mist had trouble coughing and shown them how to help her cough, it never occurred to Jayne that he might have to actually help her.
Another wheeze brought Jayne to his senses, Jayne looked own and seeing the fear in Mists eyes he lifted her against him, struggling to remember what Simon had demonstrated, he cupped his hand and pressed beneath her ribcage, Mist coughed and spluttered and then her breathing seemed to become easier. Jayne laid her back against the pillows and as he did so Mist started to cry. “Gorram it girl what the ruttin hell is wrong now?” Jayne demanded.
In response, Mist turned her head away from him so her face was hidden but continued to cry, Jayne sat down heavily on the bed next to her and sighed, he wasn’t kitted out to deal with all this girly emotional stuff.
“You aughta talk about it, I ain’t sitting here listening to you getting all tore up” Jayne told her.
“I hate it” Mist started, her voice little more than an angry whisper. “I hate lying here in this bed and having other people take care of me, I want to dance like River or fight like Zoë, I want to be normal and have a normal life, have a boyfriend like Kaylee, I want to have someone love me, someone want me”. Mist started to cry again.
“There’s men who would want you, I ain’t saying you’re gonna be like other girls cos the doc says you ain’t, but you’re real pretty, shiny even if you ain’t normal like”.
Mist shook her head in disbelief. “You tie my guts up in knots every time I so much as look at you”. Jayne almost yelled at her. He grabbed her hand and pressed it hard against the swelling in his trousers. “I ain’t gonna love you, I’m too old, too ugly”… Jayne began the lack of fear in Mists expression spooking him once more.
“I want to feel” she told him honestly her voice pleading, shredding the last thread of common sense Jayne had managed to keep a hold of . “I don’t want to be a girl forever”.
Jayne watched frozen as she moved her other arm towards him, this must be a dream, he thought, he must have hit his ruttin head. Tiny shards of electric shot through him as her fingers brushed against his chest, he seized her small hand in his own and looked down at it, at the fingers that could feel but were unable to curl around his and at that moment he knew that he was going to go to a special kind of hell.
“I can’t be all gentle like, I how know how”. He told her.
“I don’t want you to be, I want to feel what other women feel, not be treated like a china doll”. She replied softly.
He looked down at her hands, one still resting against his groin, the other lying limply in his strong grip and swallowed a large gulp of air. He hesitantly pushed back the duvets and blankets, staring at her feminine curves for an instant before he bent forward help her lift her arms around his neck, with one arm he lifted her off of the pillows, his free hand cupping her face as he leant in and kissed her, his lips skimming hers, then kissing more firmly, his tongue exploring the dark cavern of her mouth as her lips parted and she responded, all his remaining control over himself instantly fled from his mind.
His hand began to caress her neck and then knead her breast, he paused to check he wasn’t hurting her as she cried out a little, before he lay her back against the pillows so he could quickly shed his clothes. He lifted her against him, his expert hands caress her as he undres
Jayne stared intently at the wall in front of him as he tried to gain control over himself, in some ways the night shift was easier, it meant less mothering and fussing, in other ways it was far worse, turning the girl, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against his rough hands, made his blood pressure rise, that he was attracted to a crippled girl spooked him more than a little and there’s two more hours to go until he could get back to his bunk.
“Gorram it”. Jayne swore quietly as Mist murmured and stirred in her sleep. She wheezed a little and her eyes shot open. Jayne panicked, Simon had explained to them all that Mist had trouble coughing and shown them how to help her cough, it never occurred to Jayne that he might have to actually help her.
Another wheeze brought Jayne to his senses, Jayne looked own and seeing the fear in Mists eyes he lifted her against him, struggling to remember what Simon had demonstrated, he cupped his hand and pressed beneath her ribcage, Mist coughed and spluttered and then her breathing seemed to become easier. Jayne laid her back against the pillows and as he did so Mist started to cry. “Gorram it girl what the ruttin hell is wrong now?” Jayne demanded.
In response, Mist turned her head away from him so her face was hidden but continued to cry, Jayne sat down heavily on the bed next to her and sighed, he wasn’t kitted out to deal with all this girly emotional stuff.
“You aughta talk about it, I ain’t sitting here listening to you getting all tore up” Jayne told her.
“I hate it” Mist started, her voice little more than an angry whisper. “I hate lying here in this bed and having other people take care of me, I want to dance like River or fight like Zoë, I want to be normal and have a normal life, have a boyfriend like Kaylee, I want to have someone love me, someone want me”. Mist started to cry again.
“There’s men who would want you, I ain’t saying you’re gonna be like other girls cos the doc says you ain’t, but you’re real pretty, shiny even if you ain’t normal like”.
Mist shook her head in disbelief. “You tie my guts up in knots every time I so much as look at you”. Jayne almost yelled at her. He grabbed her hand and pressed it hard against the swelling in his trousers. “I ain’t gonna love you, I’m too old, too ugly”… Jayne began the lack of fear in Mists expression spooking him once more.
“I want to feel” she told him honestly her voice pleading, shredding the last thread of common sense Jayne had managed to keep a hold of . “I don’t want to be a girl forever”.
Jayne watched frozen as she moved her other arm towards him, this must be a dream, he thought, he must have hit his ruttin head. Tiny shards of electric shot through him as her fingers brushed against his chest, he seized her small hand in his own and looked down at it, at the fingers that could feel but were unable to curl around his and at that moment he knew that he was going to go to a special kind of hell.
“I can’t be all gentle like, I how know how”. He told her.
“I don’t want you to be, I want to feel what other women feel, not be treated like a china doll”. She replied softly.
He looked down at her hands, one still resting against his groin, the other lying limply in his strong grip and swallowed a large gulp of air. He hesitantly pushed back the duvets and blankets, staring at her feminine curves for an instant before he bent forward help her lift her arms around his neck, with one arm he lifted her off of the pillows, his free hand cupping her face as he leant in and kissed her, his lips skimming hers, then kissing more firmly, his tongue exploring the dark cavern of her mouth as her lips parted and she responded, all his remaining control over himself instantly fled from his mind.
His hand began to caress her neck and then knead her breast, he paused to check he wasn’t hurting her as she cried out a little, before he lay her back against the pillows so he could quickly shed his clothes. He lifted her against him, his expert hands caress her as he undres
LOCO
Monday, 03 April 2006 12:04
Mal breathed a deep sigh of relief as River finally set the Firefly down on the dusty red soil of Olaris.
Mal would never be comfortable on the central planets, he found them unsettling, far to many rules and the too perfectness of these places made him uneasy even though River and Simon had been pardoned following the events on Miranda, meaning the Alliance were no longer a threat to his crews wellbeing there ever presentness still troubled him.
He heard the familiar sound of the mules engine fire up and hurried down to join Zoë in the hold, rather than taking his usual position in the front with Zoë, Mal clambered into the rear of the vehicle and Jayne came carefully down the narrow stairway, his muscle bound arms wrapped securely around his precious cargo. Something about Mists trusting manner and the mercs uncharacteristic gentleness made Mal a little uneasy. In fact a whole lot of things about the girl and the change that had come over his crew since her arrival made Mal uneasy, it was as if she was a witch who had cast an enchanting spell over them all, it wasn’t anything but a good thing that her stay had been so short, merciful even Mal decided.
Mist smiled serenely up at the huge merc as he passed her to Mal who settled her comfortably against him and Mal could have sworn that Jayne almost blushed, which certainly wasn’t something they experienced every day. He swung himself up into the front seat next to muttering gruffly to himself as she revved up the engine.
“Looks like a nice place this” Zoë surmised as she pulled up outside the house where Mists uncle and aunt were said to reside. Two people presumably Mists uncle and aunt emerged from the open doorway.
They were neatly presented, there clothes all pressed and the like, well to do respectable folk, who smiled warmly at them as Jayne lifted Mist into his arms once more. It made Zoë envious, made her kind what might have been.
The uncle stepped forward and shook hands with Mal enquiring if there journey had been good, his wife offered them all refreshments that Mal politely declined as her husband greeted his niece and took her from the now familiar security of Jayne’s arms and carried her inside her new home. Zoë noticed both the men watching the now closed door of Mists new home and decided that there was definitely something bewitching about the girl.
Mal would never be comfortable on the central planets, he found them unsettling, far to many rules and the too perfectness of these places made him uneasy even though River and Simon had been pardoned following the events on Miranda, meaning the Alliance were no longer a threat to his crews wellbeing there ever presentness still troubled him.
He heard the familiar sound of the mules engine fire up and hurried down to join Zoë in the hold, rather than taking his usual position in the front with Zoë, Mal clambered into the rear of the vehicle and Jayne came carefully down the narrow stairway, his muscle bound arms wrapped securely around his precious cargo. Something about Mists trusting manner and the mercs uncharacteristic gentleness made Mal a little uneasy. In fact a whole lot of things about the girl and the change that had come over his crew since her arrival made Mal uneasy, it was as if she was a witch who had cast an enchanting spell over them all, it wasn’t anything but a good thing that her stay had been so short, merciful even Mal decided.
Mist smiled serenely up at the huge merc as he passed her to Mal who settled her comfortably against him and Mal could have sworn that Jayne almost blushed, which certainly wasn’t something they experienced every day. He swung himself up into the front seat next to muttering gruffly to himself as she revved up the engine.
“Looks like a nice place this” Zoë surmised as she pulled up outside the house where Mists uncle and aunt were said to reside. Two people presumably Mists uncle and aunt emerged from the open doorway.
They were neatly presented, there clothes all pressed and the like, well to do respectable folk, who smiled warmly at them as Jayne lifted Mist into his arms once more. It made Zoë envious, made her kind what might have been.
The uncle stepped forward and shook hands with Mal enquiring if there journey had been good, his wife offered them all refreshments that Mal politely declined as her husband greeted his niece and took her from the now familiar security of Jayne’s arms and carried her inside her new home. Zoë noticed both the men watching the now closed door of Mists new home and decided that there was definitely something bewitching about the girl.
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