The third episode of season two sees Friday's long held secret finally revealed. Now, with that revelation out in the open, she's got some family business to take care of. Take two parts Shindig, add a dash of War Stories, electrocute for ten hours; serves as many as can feed.

A fun part of this was writing for Sylvia, who is now awake and in an entirely different place than she was last time she had a cogent thought. I had to watch ever damn episode, the movie, and the RT sessions to get enough Riverspeak in my mind to write for her. Insanity may be fun, but it sure as hell ain't easy.

All your Serenity are belong to Joss, every damn thing else is mine.

Feedback. It's the polite thing to do.

Monday's Child

"Have you ever read the writings of Shan-Yu?" the tall, blonde haired man said. He had a wide, friendly grin on his square jaw, his eyes twinkling with delight. She thrashed against her bonds, trying to scream but unable for the gag which stopped her voice. Her eyes flit about the room, sanitary and stark white. The bed was covered in a white plastic sheet, the furniture shoved into a corner and covered. The entire place reminded her of a hospital room. Clean. Sterile. Lifeless.

"He say, live with man fourty years, share house, meals, and every topic of conversation. Then, bind this man, hand to foot and hold him over volcano's edge. It is then," he picked up a large and cruel looking dagger from a tray not far away, "that you will finally meet the real man."

She struggled back against the chains and course hemp as he drew closer, his youthful face looking entirely too enthusiastic. She never knew fear before. She had been raised from a small child in luxury, to know the best things in life. When she turned twelve, she and her sister had both entered training with House Celeste. Her own aspirations were achieved, her sister's, not so much. She was respected, independantly wealthy. And she would trade it in for what her sister had, at this moment, no matter what that may be.

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