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The Fish Job: Chapter 17

Thursday, February 2, 2006

Mad Mal gets a chaperoned tour of his ship

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Zoe descended the ladder into Mal’s bunk slowly, taking care with the steaming mug in her hand. She didn’t notice him on the floor until she stepped off the bottom rung. He was laying on his stomach with his face turned toward her, eyes closed tightly and arms stretched out to his sides. His palms were pressed against the steel as if he was trying to hug the deck.

“Captain?” she asked. He didn’t move.

“Mal?” Zoe crouched next to him and set down the mug. Given recent events, she was hesitant to startle him, but she gently laid a hand on his shoulder. “Mal, wake up.”

He opened his eyes calmly. “m’not sleepin’,” he said.

“So what are you doin’?”

Mal blinked a few times. He started to draw his hands under him but stopped as his shoulders and neck cramped. Zoe helped him sit up. He rubbed his neck with one hand, keeping the other pressed to the deck. “Don’t think I can rightly answer that,” he told her, seeming a bit disoriented.

“You looked a lot like River just now.”

Mal smiled. “Has been a few days since I had a proper hair wash.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

Zoe picked up the mug and offered it to him. “I brought you tea.”

“Everybody’s gone to bed?”

“Mal, it’s nearly lunch time.”

“Huh.” Mal carefully took the mug from her. “Guess that would explain why my neck is so stiff.”

“Are you okay?”

Mal sipped his tea. “How’s Kaylee?”

“She’s a little shaken. But mostly she’s worried about you. We all are.”

“With good reason,” he muttered.

“Sir, are you okay?”

Again Mal paused to sip the tea, and didn’t answer her question. “Zoe, I need you to do somethin’ for me. I want to talk to Kaylee. Come along, and stay close. If I start doin’ anything… anything odd,” Mal looked up at her, “you do what need to take me out.”

It was Zoe’s turn to be at a loss. She studied him; he certainly

Comments
Thursday, 02 February 2006 14:19
Random bits:

All this angst is giving me a stomach ache. (seriously) A little relief in chapter 18 this afternoon.

Thanks for the ‘Mad Mal’ name, capercaillie. Too funny!

I like Boston creme pies. And sticky buns (see the 10th floor thread).

Finally, not to be pretentious, but I’m thinking of writing a little making-of blog to post next week. There have been so many interesting comments I want to reply to! Also, I’m quite fascinated with how this story came together; I’ll share if you wanna know.
ANONYMOUS
Thursday, 02 February 2006 14:33
Hey, bloggy goodness. Go for it!

Love this installment. It's strange, because when I consider it rationally, the story's not going anywhere. But if it wasn't going anywhere, I would be bored. And I definitely not bored. What have you done?? Morely, How Did You Do It???

Nice to see Serenity keeping Mal grounded. I'd love to know what he saw on the dining room table. And what imaginary Wash was ranting about. Is Jayne going to cut some folk up, real soon? And what's in Inara's speech?
Thursday, 02 February 2006 14:43
You keep raising the bar. I'm very glad that this chapter wasn't quite so freaky as the last - chapter 16 was brilliant but frightening . Well done, for all of it.
Thursday, 02 February 2006 14:48
Wow, excellent! And Mad Mal is rocking! I have some nice creme pies with strawberries in them :O A tad lumpy though...;)

A making of thingy would be cool! Give us an insight into your mind...oOoOoo...
Thursday, 02 February 2006 15:04
"All the way there he trailed his left hand along the bulkhead."

It's scary how I see River here, and then River turning into Mal. Wait, am I hallucinating now?
Thursday, 02 February 2006 17:25
Great, great story!! I hear you about the angst. I've always felt too many people harp on the angst. You've written it but didn't overdo it. Very well done!

ANONYMOUS
Thursday, 02 February 2006 17:49
Wheeeeeee!

Fantastic. As always. I just love this story. I can't even tell you how much. Your characterization is always just utterly perfect.

Rinny
Thursday, 02 February 2006 19:02
"Is it Christmas?"

Yes, Mal, it is!

Where is my thesaurus? I need some new and original superlatives to aptly describe your [place synonym for fabulous here] writing style, [place synonym for additive] plot-line and totally authentic characterizations! I need to take something for this [synonyme for immense] case of anticipation and joy everytime I approach my computer today.

I really liked this chapter. It was calming and I sure liked the way Mal used Serenity to calm himself. When he is speaking to Inara "Okay, not so funny" reminded me of OOG when Inara asks him to come with her in her shuttle and he says "Can't". He tries to brush it off as a joke but he can't quite make it funny. I saw that response here - very nice!

Thanks for all of this and yes, please blog away! Will you tell us how to find the blog though because I am a bit of a blog-o-phobe still.

Caper
PUNKMAN
Thursday, 02 February 2006 19:36
its completly off topic but i find ironic that serinaty shares a name with womans underwear
Thursday, 02 February 2006 19:47
I like how you've explained half the crazy stuff that River does. It fits well with your story.

Glad the next chapter will have some light relief.

Taya
ANONYMOUS
Thursday, 02 February 2006 19:50
hey i am so love'n this! good job! I wonder what inara has pland, she is a smart lady it must be good! oh and it was great how you made mal and river hold on to serenity like that hold on for dear sanity.
Thursday, 02 February 2006 22:52
Absolutely excellent and I am so glad the crew are worrying about the Captain and River is just perfect to be the one to bring him through this. Not too sure about Inara, she and Mal have a way of rubbing each other up the wrong way. I hope she doesn't open old wounds instead of helping to heal the new ones. And loved Zoe sticking by Mal too. Shiny! Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
ANONYMOUS
Friday, 03 February 2006 01:26
Don't get me wrong, I'm going to throw donuts, but first... It's too long! I agree with Dr. Thomas, it reads in your mind like an actual episode. Except an actual episode would have ended around chapter 15. The second round of Mals hallucinations was kind of "been there done that" I get it already. Perhaps it would have ended well with Mal's Rescue, and the next episode could have started with Mal still not being right. I do hope you write more, it's a great read. Donuts to you, cream pies too. Keep them coming, dong ma?
Steve
ANONYMOUS
Friday, 03 February 2006 03:35
mal4prez says: "Finally, not to be pretentious, but I’m thinking of writing a little making-of blog to post next week. There have been so many interesting comments I want to reply to! Also, I’m quite fascinated with how this story came together; I’ll share if you wanna know."

and ubiquirk replies: I'm interested!
Tuesday, 07 February 2006 11:03
Great chapter again. I love the captains 'tour' and how he's so worried about the others, and how they're worried about him.
Thursday, 13 July 2006 11:20
*and taken three quick steps to the door*
-This isn't a particularly significant line except for the fact that I have had the ZZ Top song in my head all morning, thought it was a neat coincidence.

Jayne looked down toward Mal, then pulled out his knife and inspected the edge. “I’m real good at explainin’ things.”
-*shudder* I most certainly would not want to have anything 'explained' to me by that man.

He looked up at River. “How do you know?” She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. “Fine, right,” he said, looking away again.
-I can just imagine that look on River's face, akin to the you-are-such-a-boob look she gives Simon.

“I have no plans to yell at you. At the moment.”
-I really think all the fighting and yelling those two do is just angsty foreplay.

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