Life Onboard Serenity: #41 - Changeable Weather
POSTED BY: Isahiah
UPDATED: Monday, February 9, 2009 04:48
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In Shuttle #2
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"I'd almost rather see her dead than go through that again."
"You don't mean that, Tommy." Pain said to her, gripping both of her shoulders in his hands. "That's just your anger talkin' and you don't mean that." He looked her square in the eyes and he repeated, "You don't mean that." A beat passed between them and he asked, a hint of worry in his voice, "You don't, do you?"
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Originally posted by DRPAIN:
"You don't mean that." A beat passed between them and he asked, a hint of worry in his voice, "You don't, do you?"
"You weren't there, Pain," Tommy said as she calmed down some. "After she got back, there were months when she didn't do anything but sit there and stare out the window or cry. She didn't talk, she wouldn't eat, she barely slept."
Tommy sighed and sat down.
"Then I was there. I helped her. I pulled her out of that Hell hole she was trapped in," she continued. "There was a time that I seriously thought about that option. I really did. It was just..."
Tommy put her hands over her face. Ivy slid forward.
"I begged Tommy for it, but she wouldn't let me. She told me I was strong. She promised I wouldn't be alone ever again," Ivy told Pain as tears started to run down her face. "What happened... Well, I just know it was really, really bad."
Ivy stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I am strong," she said resolutely. "I might not know all the pieces, but I think I'm doing OK. A lot of people think how I am is wrong, but it works for me.
"And no matter what John thinks about getting things out in the open, I'm not going there. I don't think I could survive it again."
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Shuttle #2
Pain found it hard to speak after what she had told him. The words were there in his head, bangin against his brainpan to be let out, but they wouldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get his brain to form something coherent and get it conveyed to his mouth. So barring some reassuring words, Pain did the next best thing and wrapped his arms around Ivy, squeezing her tight in a warm embrace that seemed to provide the words he wanted to say, but couldn't. He rested his head on hers' as he held her, not wanting to let go as he breathed in the scent of her shampoo.
Finally letting go and finding his ability to speak returning, Pain kissed Ivy's forehead and said, "We should probably go back to our bunk to change and get ready for the meetin' whenever the captain gets back."
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Originally posted by DRPAIN:
"We should probably go back to our bunk to change and get ready for the meetin' whenever the captain gets back."
Ivy nodded as she leaned up and gave Pain a long kiss. When they broke, she smiled at him.
"I want to be ready for this job. I have something to prove to this crew. I have to prove that I can be of use here. That I can be trusted," Ivy told him. "I want to fit in here."
"You will," Pain assured her, his hand gripping hers as they starting walking across the catwalk towards the galley.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. The silence made her heart hurt. She had freaked him out. She knew it deep down. She had tried to share something with him, but in the process, she freaked him out.
What if he changed his mind about wanting her there now? It wasn't enough to be broken, but throwing that whole situation in the mix just compounded it.
Don't think that way! He said to ask him first. Ask him before you start to jump to conclusions.
"I will," she whispered to herself.
She followed him down the ladder into their bunk. Pain immediately went over to get out the correct clothing for the event. Watching what he pulled out, she noted that she didn't have any T-shirts that fit, besides the very clingy one from earlier and she was sure that Pain wouldn't want her wearing that one, nor did she own any camo pants with the little pockets in them.
Maybe I need to go shopping again...
"I'm not suicidal," she stated softly and quickly as she studied the wall furthest away from Pain. She didn't want to look, didn't want to see his face, just in case. If he wanted her to go, she'd rather hear it than see it in his face.
"Shén me?" Pain asked as he stilled from what he was doing.
"I'm not suicidal," she repeated a little louder.
"Tiān xiǎo de, Ivy. I know that. It was in the past. And just like Tommy said. You'll never be alone. You got her and now you got me."
He turned her around to face him and the look on his face was anything but what she had feared. He still looked at her the same; he still wanted her there. She smiled in relief.
"I was worried that I freaked you out with what I told you. And that you..." she paused for a second. She held tight to the fact he asked her to talk to him rather than make assumptions about their relationship. "I thought that you might have reconsidered our relationship here, seeing that I was most notably more broken than you thought before."
"Reconsiderations never even entered my head, bao bei," Pain told her as he pulled her into his arms.
"So I didn't freak you out?"
"You did... Just a little," he admitted. "But like I said, it was in the past. It's a part of you that you can't change. I like it that you felt you could share it with me. I would be there to listen to the whole gorram story if'n you wanted me to, but I ain't gonna force you. And I'll make sure no one else does either. That you can count on."
She smiled widely, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers, giving him a slow, languid kiss. His arms encircled her body and he returned it eagerly.
She wanted him. Wanted him right then, but knew that they needed to be ready for the job. She groaned softly and pulled away from him.
"We need to get ready. I don't want to be late," she told him. "I wish we did have the time. I'm nervous. Can't think of any other way I'd like to take my mind off it all."
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned to where she usually stored her stuff. She was surprised to find it empty.
"Pain? Where's my stuff?"
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Pain and Ivy's Bunk
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"Pain? Where's my stuff?"
"In hidin' like you were." he replied. Giving her a quick smile, he continued, "I'll go get them."
Without waiting for a response, Pain gave Ivy a quick peck on the forehead and ran off to fetch the duffel bag filled with her clothes as well as the one filled with his not-so-legal guns. He made it out of their bunk and lifted up part of the deck plating, descending into the crawlspace below.
The mercenary hunched over so as not to hit his head on the low ceiling and made his way over to where he stashed the two bags. Once he found them, he grabbed one in each hand, turned around and headed back the way he came. Plopping the two bags onto the fore deck's floor, Pain pushed himself out and slid the panel of deck plating back into its original position.
Grabbing the bags again, Pain headed back to his and Ivy's bunk with the bags slung over his shoulders. As he climbed down the ladder and closed the hatch, Pain set the bag of guns on the desk and the one filled with Ivy's belongings on the bed.
Embracing her with another hug and a kiss, Pain said as he released her, "You clothes and things are in the duffel bag on the bed." He gave her a smile and added, "I'll turn around now, so that you can change. Promise I won't peek."
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Originally posted by DRPAIN:
"I'll turn around now, so that you can change. Promise I won't peek."
Ivy smiled at him as she went through her things. She knew he would look, even if it was just a glimpse.
She put away everything but what she was going to wear. She chose the new outfit she had just purchased. The brown button up shirt with the matching cotton pants. She slid her trousers off and put on the new ones. After that she removed the t-shirt of Pain's she was wearing and threw it at him, hitting him on the back of the head.
"Hey!" Pain exclaimed as he turned around. She had turned her back to him as she stood there fumbling with the tag on the shirt.
Pain studied the four elongated scars that covered a good portion of her back. The more he thought about them, the more he didn't believe that they were from a fall from a Cutlass Tree.
She had gotten the tag off and was starting to put the shirt on when he spoke.
"Are you gonna tell me where those scars are really from?" he asked.
Ivy froze for a second, not moving, her shirt not quite on. Then she finished sliding it on and started to button it up.
"I can tell you what it looks like, bao bei," Pain told her softly as he walked up behind her and placed a hand softly on her shoulder. "It looks like-"
"They're from the tree," she interjected sharply, interrupting him. "The Cutlass Tree. I told you that already."
Pain paused for a second as she finished buttoning her shirt. He didn't want to push her, so he didn't pursue it any further. And based on what he found out today, he was moving quickly to the realization that they were definitely NOT from a tree.
"That's right," he said to her. "You did tell me that."
She turned around and gave him a hug, glad that he seemed to be dropping the subject, but just to make sure it stayed dropped, she decided to make a retreat to the galley.
"I'm gonna head up to the galley and get something to drink," she told him as she moved towards the ladder. "You come on up after you're done getting dressed, OK?"
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"Fine," John replied, "I'll talk to the captain, but I need you do do domething for me." John knew that no matter what Doc had needed her to do, she would be smart. He could use this. "I've totally alienated myself from someone on this ship that could cause me problems later. I don't want her to leave, but I can't exactly trust her. While I try to build up our relationship again; however, I need someone to keep and eye on her. Can you do that? If so, I'll convince the captain that you should stay. Can you cook?"
johnttf
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Isahiah walked up the loading ramp, looking uncharacteristically pale. His soaking wet sweater clung to his skin and siphoned the heat from his body. He would need to procure another one, leastways until this one had dried up. He looked over at Mal, but the captain quelled him with a black look.
"Worth a try, I suppose," he mused. With a sigh, he readied himself for the incumbent tongue-lashing that was sure to come next. Mercifully, something else seemed to attract Mal's notice. A woman, one whose face he didn't recall seeing around the ship before, stood halfway up the set of stairs leading to the catwalk, talking to John. While the room's flawed acoustics prevented him from spying on their conversation, he could sense that it had serious overtones to it. Mal hurried past him and made a beeline for the duo. Smiling at his good fortune, Isahiah beat a hasty retreat.
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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."
...Dust monkeys...
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Pain and Ivy's Bunk
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"I'm gonna head up to the galley and get something to drink," she told him as she moved towards the ladder. "You come on up after you're done getting dressed, OK?"
"Sure thing, love." he replied. "See you topside."
He gave her a smile and watched as she climbed up the ladder, the hatch closing a short time later. Picking up the shirt she had thrown at him, Pain placed it in the dirty clothes bag hanging on the wall near the ladder along with the clothes Ivy had changed out of. Now it was his turn to change. Stripping off his own clothes, Pain put them into the bag and walked over to the footlocker at the end of the bed. Opening it, he pulled out a pair of camouflaged cargo pants, slipped them on, and buttoned them up. Next he took one of his black nylon belts and snaked it through his pants' belt loops, sliding the end of the belt through buckle and fastening it.
Pain then put on a pair of clean socks and followed them with his black combat boots. Walking back over to the footlocker, Pain fetched a black shirt and slipped it on. He figured Mal would give the crew the standard mission spiel and then give them enough time to gear up before they set out to do whatever it was they were going to do. Satisfied that he was fully dressed, Pain exited his bunk and made his way into the galley.
Galley
Pain saw Ivy standing near the counter in her new clothes with her drink in hand. He gave her a smile and walked over and into the pantry, browsing the shelves for something to quench his hunger. Ivy looked stunning in her new clothes and Pain made a note to tell her that as he continued his search for a snack.
Not being able to make up his mind on what he wanted, Pain stuck his head out of the door and said to Ivy, "Baobei? Could you come over here for a moment? I need some help in the pantry."
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The captain approached John in the cargo bay. Unfortunately the woman had no time to answer.
"Get what needed doing done Captain?" John said.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"An old friend of the completely trustworthy variety. She needed a place to stay so here she is. She's willing to cook for us."
"Fine. She causes trouble, I shoot you both." Mal was obviously in a foul mood. "Anything happen while I was out."
"No sir," John lied, "Nothing at all."
"Good, find River and tell her to take us up."
"Yessir." The captain walked away, and John prepared to do as he asked. As he went up the stairs, he stopped. "Welcome aboard, screw me over and I'll take the burden of shooting you off Mal's hands."
johnttf
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