Life Onboard Serenity: Forwardly Going In A Vaguely Type Direction
POSTED BY: DRPAIN
UPDATED: Sunday, November 16, 2008 04:58
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Pain's Bunk
As their tongues fought for dominance over each other, a part of Pain's conscience, which sounded a lot like 13, told him that what he was doing was wrong and was demanding he break it off, while the other part, which sounded like Jayne, tried shutting the 13 part up. It was a grueling internal struggle that was reaching a stalemate.
"I shouldn't be doin' this." Pain whispered, as both his and Tommy's lips broke contact momentarily. "You've suffered some head trauma and need rest."
"What part of "shut up and kiss me" did you not understand, Pain?" whispered Tommy, pulling Pain's head back down and locking her lips with his.
As Pain's hands explored Tommy's body and his tongue explored her mouth, his conscience waged a bloody war with itself, both sides losing vast numbers in attempt to dominate Pain's reasoning skills. In the end it was the 13 part of his conscience that won or at least Pain thought so, as he was separated from Tommy's lips and thrown across his room by the real 13.
As Pain hit the wall 13 turned to Tommy and with a menacing finger pointing at her, he said in a seething manner, "Succubus! Vile Hell beast of Satan! Get thine claws out of Pain and banish ye spell doth cast on him!"
"What the ruttin' hell?" Pain asked, rubbing the back of his head. "How in the rutt did you get in here, Bot Boy?"
"That's not important right now, Pain." replied 13, still glaring and pointing at Tommy. Returning his attention to her, 13 continued, "What is important is who she IS and what her intentions ARE. So! Just who are you, Tommy?" A smile pursed 13's lips as he added, "Or should I say, Ivy?"
"What in the gorram hell are you talkin' about, 13?" asked Pain as he got up to his feet.
"She's two different peas in the same pod." replied 13. "Isn't that right, Tommy?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Pain's Bunk
"She's two different peas in the same pod." replied 13. "Isn't that right, Tommy?"
“You don’t have permission to call me Tommy. I told you that before. Only friends get to call me by my nickname and so far, you have been nothing resembling one,” Tommy told 13. “And two peas in a pod? What are you rutting talking about?”
“Am I talking to Tommy or Ivy?” 13 asked.
“13, what are you talking about? Have you finally popped a gasket?” Pain asked a little more than irritated at the intrusion.
“Am. I. Talking. To. Ivy. Or. Tommy?” 13 asked very slowly, his eyes trained on Tommy.
“Both of us, you dolt!” she answered, eyes burning with fire.
13 smiled smugly thinking he had caught her admitting she was two people.
“See, Pain? I was right!”
“Of course, you are,” Tommy said as she calmed down, resting her head on the pillow. “As far as I know, I am the same person whether you call me Ivy, Tommy or anything else. Ivy is the name my folks gave me. Tommy is the name my friends did. Still the same person.
“Aren’t you the same… person… whether you are called 13 or ‘Bot Boy’?” she continued. “I could ask you the same thing. Which one am I talking to? The 13 who is Pain’s friend? Or the bot boy currently known as Jackass?”
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“Aren’t you the same… person… whether you are called 13 or ‘Bot Boy’?” she continued. “I could ask you the same thing. Which one am I talking to? The 13 who is Pain’s friend? Or the bot boy currently known as Jackass?”
"Sticks and stones would break my bones if I had them, but names nonetheless still don't hurt me." replied 13. "Now." he said strolling over to the Cortex screen on the wall and standing next to it. "If Tommy really is your nickname and not a split personality, then would you care to explain this?"
He placed a hand near the screen and it immediately flickered on. Showing on the screen was last night's incident in the cargo bay, taking directly from 13's memory. He fast-forwarded it the precise point in time where she handed Mal her gun and let it play.
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Ivy nodded and took her pack off her back, reached in and shakily handed the gun to Mal.
"I don't like guns..."
The image froze as 13 said, "I find that particularly amusing, considering the fact that YOU SHOT ME IN THE CHEST!!" He lowered his voice down to normal and continued, "So, Tommy, or should I say Ivy? If you don't like guns then why own one in the first place, hmmm? Or is it that Ivy hates guns, but you, Tommy, like them?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Tommy swallowed hard.
"Of course, I don't like guns," she said. "But out here on the Rim, they are kinda a prerequisite. I told Pain earlier that night that a girl can't be too careful nowadays. It's a precaution."
"She did say that 13," Pain affirmed.
"YOU SHOT ME IN THE CHEST!"
"Oh, pllllllleeease!" Tommy exclaimed. "Like it was going to hurt you at all. I already knew what you were. And if you turn your little memory recorder back to a couple of seconds before that, you would have known that. Better yet, why don't you do just that?"
"What?" 13 asked.
"Rewind yourself on that handy dandy cortex window to the seconds right before I shot you."
"Fine."
The picture came up...
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All was going fine and dandy until a familiar voice shouted, "HARLET! RUINER OF GOOD MEN! UNHAND THEE MERCENARY, YOU WRETCHED WENCH!"
They both broke off their kiss to glare at the trenchcoated 13 who was pointing at Tommy with an accusatory finger.
Pain muttered something in Chinese and whispered to Tommy, "You want to shoot him or should I?"
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"You sure he's a robot?"
"Painfully sure."
"Shooting you doesn't count. It's not like you were a real person-" Tommy paused and closed her eyes. The buzzing in the back of her head was loud. She needed to get this line of questioning done and 13 out of the bunk. She swallowed hard and took in a deep breath.
"You OK, darling?" Pain asked stepping closer.
"I'm fine," Tommy said. She turned her attention back to 13. "It's not like you are a regular guy. Bullets don't hurt you."
"That's for sure," Pain said. "If she didn't, I thought about doing it myself. But then again, most of the crew has put one in you at one time or another."
"So my shooting you is not an uncommon occurance here on the ship?" Tommy questioned.
13 glared at Tommy, but couldn't dispute her observation.
"I want you to leave," Tommy told him. "I'm tired now and I need to rest."
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"I want you to leave," Tommy told him. "I'm tired now and I need to rest."
"You haven't heard or seen the last of me." 13 replied, moving towards the ladder. As he climbed up it, he continued, "I'll get you and your little dog too sooner or later."
As the hatch to Pain's bunk closed, Pain walked over to the control panel and locked it. He then sat down next to Tommy and said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "I apologize for him, baobei. He's usually not like this. Maybe he's got a short circuit, popped a gasket, or somethin', I don't know. All I know is he hasn't been actin' right since we went on our date."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Tommy was relived to see 13 disappear through the hatch of Pain's bunk. She had some damage control to do. That last line of questioning had brought her WAY too close to some truths that Ivy probably wouldn't be able to handle.
Don't think, Ivy, Tommy thought. Don't look. I'll handle everything. You know I'll take care of you.
Tommy could still tell that Ivy was still trying to sift through the fog though.
I will protect you, Ivy. Don't think and don't look, Tommy reiterated. Then in a move she had never used before, she made a leap of faith and trusted someone else to keep Ivy safe. Focus on Pain; he'll keep you safe. I won't be far.
And Tommy disappeared again, leaving Ivy in the open.
"This has not been my best day," Ivy said as a tear slid down her face. "I don't understand why I have made them so angry. Both the Captain and 13. Am I gonna get threatened by someone else next?"
Pain pulled her close to him.
"Not if I can help it," he reassured her as he leaned down and kissed her.
She ran her fingers through his hair and returned the kiss and kept kissing.
It was the slow, hot kisses from the cargo bay after the first confrontation with Mal. The ones that made his brain lose function and fire burn deep inside.
Before he could even think, he was lying in the bed with her and everything outside of his bunk had faded away.
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WARNING: PG-13 Ahead.
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Pain's Bunk
The kissing led to touching, the touching led to groping, that groping led to clothes being taken off, which then culminated in two fleshes becoming one, as Pain and Ivy got to know each other really really well. Time became meaningless as they explored each others' wants and desires.
90 Minutes later
They laid in Pain's bed exhausted, but very well relaxed. Ivy was resting on her right side as Pain watched over her, admiring her body. He ran a hand lightly over her shoulder and down her arm, fingers tracing her curves, as his eyes focused on the four scars on her back. He made a note that the scars from the Cutlass Tree looked an awful lot like whip marks, but then some rashes tended to look like rope burn.
Pain placed the note in the back of his head as he felt his eyelids get droopy. He snuggled up to Ivy, kissing her neck as he wrapped an arm around her stomach, before closing his eyes and going to sleep. He knew they'd miss lunch, but he wasn't hungry. Ivy had saw to that. Pain just hoped that in a few hours time, when he woke up to check on her, that Ivy would welcome an encore performance.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Ivy was running. Running for her life. Her thigh muscles burned, her arms ached, but she kept going. Heat pressed at her back before engulfing her from all sides. She was out of breath and the heat made it worse, but it didn't deter her from running faster.
BANG! The sound of a shot reverberated through her head.
Ivy startled, hard enough to wake Pain.
"Bao bei?" he asked. He could feel her breathing hard and the light sheen of sweat on her skin.
He looked at her closely. She was still asleep. He looked over to check the time only to discover it had been three hours since they had fallen asleep. He was supposed to have woke her an hour ago! He nudged her a bit.
"Darling? Wake up," he whispered into her ear. She startled again and he got a little alarmed. "Tommy! Wake up!"
Her eyes flew open and she surveyed the room frantically. A look of confusion covered her face. She looked over at Pain and searched is eyes.
"Bao bei?" he asked. "You allright?"
Suddenly the light of recognition dawned in her eyes.
"Pain?"
"Yep. It's me," Pain confirmed as she launched herself into a tight embrace, holding onto him for dear life. "You Ok? Want I should call the Doc?"
"It seemed so real..." she whispered.
"Bad dream?" he asked. She nodded. "You wanna talk about it?"
"No."
Pain wrapped his arms tightly around her and gave her a kiss.
"Sure you are OK?"
"I'll be fine," she said as she exhaled, shaking off the residual affects of the dream. She looked over at the chronometer. "What time is it?"
"Three o'clock."
"We missed lunch," she said as she giggled and started to draw lazy circles on his chest with her fingertip.
"Are you hungry?"
"No," she said as she tilted her head up to kiss him. "At least not for food."
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PG-13 Ahead again.
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"No," she said as she tilted her head up to kiss him. "At least not for food."
"I think we can do somethin' about that." Pain said suggestively, giving her a kiss.
He rolled onto his back, pulling Ivy on top of him. Their foreheads touched as they smiled at each other and kissed again. They gazed into each others' eyes momentarily, Pain's hands resting on the small of Ivy's back. She gave him a quick peck before sitting up and resuming the fun they had a few hours ago.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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River sat in the pilot's seat, expertly overseeing the ship's controls and instrumentation. She had to be getting close. She glanced at the thermography screen: nothing, merely the deathly cold, unfathomable vacuum of space. She had incorporated the possibility that her target's vehicle might have sustained damage leading to a cascade failure of critical systems in her assessments of her improvised operation's possible outcomes. The likelihood of such a scenario coming true was growing hard to disregard. And yet, she would not renounce. This man, drifting at the mercy of the continuous flow of ions that pervaded the solar system, was a powerful figure, the type of social fixtures nations swiveled around. She knew he was no savior, his time had been permeated with loss, anger and death. But the chance for redemption nonetheless remained, and for that reason alone, he was worth spending a few hours sifting through space trash for.
An audible cue notified her that the thermographic imager had picked up on something. She looked over at the monitor. A pocket of room temperature emissions, roughly three meters in length, starkly visible against the cold, dead background of space. Her lips curled up in a smile. She had him. She flicked on the LIDAR, keyed in the XYZ coordinates from the thermographic imager, and set the monitor to relay images from the LIDAR array. There it was. A standard issue emergency survival module. It had sustained some measure of damage, but the hull's integrity didn't seem to have been compromised, and the fact that it was still radiating heat implied that life support was still operational.
She stood up, beaming her brightest smile, and walked over to the intercom.
"Captain, we have a wolf at the door."
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BigWolf18 "Way i remember it, you said you was leavin', dare say that saved us a whole peck o' trouble. now i gotta wonder what could spur on a fine disreputable man like yourself to show your fine disreputable face here again."
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