Life Onboard Serenity: #42 - Of Jobs, Vaults and Things Gone Wrong
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Infirmary
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Originally posted by johnthetheatrefreak:
"Really?" John had walked to the infirmary to make sure everything was ok, and had found
Pain waving Grayson. "Of all the things to do while waiting for your lady love to wake up, you call him? In what twisted reality was that a good idea?" John was furious. The last time he had seen this man he had almost been shot. And now, if John had heard correctly, he was coming here. "Also, I hope your ready to say goodbye to her, because he'll ask the captain for her, and he'll give her to him."
"You certain the captain would do that?" Pain asked, shooting the empath a glare as he pocketed Ivy's CorPad. He stood up and winced as he let go of Ivy's hand. Taking a step closer to John, Pain continued, "After all it was Ivy who risked her life to head back to the Command Center and established the landlock on the other ship. If she hadn't done that, the other ship would've gotten away with the goods."
Pain bared down on the other man, waves of anger emanating from him as he managed to seethe out, "And for your information, it was River who suggested I call him. You got beef with that, you take it up with her. Hell, take it up with the captain too. I'll gladly repeat to him what I just told you about what she did. And believe me, I hate Grayson as much as the next man and I sure as Hell ain't goin' to let him take her back with him, but both River and I think he needs to be here.." His eyes drifted back to Ivy and the anger left his voice, being replaced with guilt and sadness, as he finished what he was saying, "..for her."
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John felt the anger from the man, but it had been a long time since anger intimidated him. "Firstly, it takes more than one show of heroism to convince the captain to trust someone. Secondly, River and I will have a chat later because I can't seem to find a reason he needs to be here except to cause trouble."
John was getting a little sick of Ivy and her secrets, Pain's seemingly blind trust, and River treating the crew like a bunch of marrionettes she could just manipulate as she deemed neccesary. He was already angry enough to have to deal with Doc again.
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Infirmary
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Originally posted by johnthetheatrefreak:
John felt the anger from the man, but it had been a long time since anger intimidated him. "Firstly, it takes more than one show of heroism to convince the captain to trust someone. Secondly, River and I will have a chat later because I can't seem to find a reason he needs to be here except to cause trouble."
"I'm sure there's plenty of people on his boat here to hold him back should that happen, although I'm pretty sure I deserve whatever punches or bullets he may throw my way." replied Pain, walking back over to Ivy and sitting down at her side. He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze as he looked at her and continued, "I'll take total responsibility for this. For gettin' her shot up and bringin' a Fed onboard, and I'll fully understand if'n Mal wants me off this boat afterwards. Speakin' of Mal, the doc says he's a match for her blood type. Needs him to come in to participate in a blood transfusion. So just in case the doctor hasn't told him that yet, you might want to if'n you run into him."
His eyes drifted from her face and traveled down to the tattoo on her wrist. It was an intricate pattern with flowers and ivy leaves about an inch wide encircling her wrist. She told him about it on their date at the restaurant with the holo-minstrel and he had seen it many times after that as they made love to one another. He never got a very close look at it before. Peering closer at it, Pain could vaguely make out some numbers hidden beneath it. The more her looked at them, the more he could see them. He was able to make out the last four digits.
"3459. Wonder what they mean" he mused to himself as he looked at them. "Hmmmm. Does Grayson know about these and would he tell me if'n I asked?"
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Ivy looked out of the cockpit window for a while until she realized she had to go back down to the cargo bay area to make her decision.
When she stepped onto the highest catwalk, she saw the light again. The light where the cargo bay doors should be. And her father standing there waiting for her, welcoming her. It would be so easy to run into his arms. He always made her feel safe, after all, she was his little girl.
She walked slowly down until she could look into the infirmary. John and Pain were fighting although she couldn't make out what. Something about a fed.
Could they still think she was a fed?
Then she heard Pain say how he was responsible for what happened to her. Her heart broke and she went to stand next to him.
"It wasn't your fault, bao bei," she told him, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "Don't ever think it was your fault cause it wasn't."
As she stood there, she felt such sadness. Pain looked so distraught and full of grief.
If she chose the light, would he be OK?
She looked down at herself and it was like looking at a mannequin. This body on the table didn't feel like her own. It didn't look like her. Was that because she was standing next to it instead being in it?
She looked over at Pain again, who was intently looking at the tattoo on her wrist.
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Originally posted by DRPAIN:
"3459. Wonder what they mean"
"No. no. no. no. no. no!" she said over and over as she started to panic. "He can't find out, he can't know!"
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'Where do I go? What do I do?' My mind awhirl I stood in the cargo bay not noticing as I was soon left on my own.
'Alright Doc. Let's get it together now. First things first. Where is this boat headed?' I tried to think logically and plan, but the shocks from before, like seeing John again, were just building up.
"I can't believe they murdered my ship. No! Concentrate. What is most important? Can I still be Elizabeth Reaser? Or will I have to run again, and how far?" I muttered to myself. I wasn't however so absorbed in my thoughts that it escaped my notice when someone walked up to me.
"What are you doing here?"she asked. I could think of only one thing to say.
"They killed my ship." I could here the tremmer as my voice shook.
"No what are you doing here?" John choose that moment to walk up.
"Yes. What were you doing in that building?" Turning to face him I managed to pull myself together enough for my usual snarky tone.
"You were on my planet. It is on my planet. Which you were still on."
"So...you were following us." Evelyn choose that moment to ask what was really on her mind.
"Then what am I doing here?" I replyed with the absolute truth.
"Your job. Because as soon as this piece of shit hits land I'm getting off of it."
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Infirmary
"3459." Pain repeated mentally to himself.
He tried to see if there were anymore numbers he could spot underneath the tattoo, but they were obscured by the tattoo's patterns. Pain let out a sigh and looked at Ivy's CorPad. The more he looked at the device and ran the number in his head, the more he thought about seeing if there was anything on the Cortex about it. Grabbing the device, Pain turned it on and went to work.
He first typed in the number into the search field and pressed 'Enter'. Much to Pain's disappointment, the first attempt brought up lots of stuff, but nothing of use to him. There were literally millions upon millions of hits for 3459, ranging from addresses to Cortex protocols to even a couple of pornographic sites. Pain muttered something and reset the search terms.
He thought about it and remembered the scars on Ivy's back. On a whim he typed in the number and scars in the search field and hit 'Enter' once more. He scrolled down through the results and flipped through the pages. It wasn't until he got to the tenth page or so that the color drained from his face and his jaw slackened. He clicked on that one result and was shocked to read what he saw.
Pain swallowed the lump in his throat and felt a wave of nauseousness hit him like a brick. He set the CorPad down next to Ivy's side looked over at her face.
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, he choked back the tears starting to form and whispered to her, "Why didn't you tell me about this, baobei? Why didn't you tell me that you were once a slave? Was that why you didn't want to talk about your scars on your back?" He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. Giving it a kiss, he continued, "I wish you were awake to tell me, baobei."
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John was furious. Everything was just being so stupid. Here he was stuck on a ship with all of these...'Calm down John,' he thought to himself as Doc stood angry. "I'd appreciate if you didn't call my home, which probably saved your life, a piece of go se." he was so sick of all this.
BEFORE:
River sat in the pilot's chair staring into the black. "She's not here" she said as John entered.
"Well the she I'm looking for sure is," he said standing in the doorway.
"Is she?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Seeing."
"Don't give me any of your cryptic crap right now. We're beyond that. You can just control people like this."
"Can you see?"
"River, please. You need to stop this. You're better than this. We're not your little play things. And just because you no the ending doesn't mean you should spoil it for the rest of us. You know things people shouldn't know, and that's a burden, but I honestly thought you knew where the line was."
"Lines were made to cross. You have"
"River stop!" River still did not turn to face him. "Congratulations River Tam. You're exactly what they wanted you to be."
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I tried to ignore John's precence, and his comments, but he was determined to not let me.
"I don't want you here." His cold tone made me turn back.
"Then why didn't you leave me to my revenge?" He seemed suprised by my resonce, and his words reflected that.
"I couldn't leave you to die." Now that suprised me. 'He couldn't leave me to die? Bull, that's absolutle bull.' I desided to call him on it.
"Why not? You've done it before." Now he seemed to get mad.
"Fine." He retorted, he voice agrivated. "Maybe next time I will. It's not like I actually care if you live. It's not as if anyone in my family actually cares if you live."
His words felt like a blow to my gut. I resested the desire to physically fold over at the force of his words. The cargo bay disolved into a shadowland. Pushing back the oncoming chaos, my suroundings begain to emerge from the shadows. 'I have to say somthing. John can't know what his words can, have, done to me.' I willed my vocal cords to work, my voice to be steady, and my tone to be snarky.
"Maybe next time you should." My voice came out pale and weak. If John made a reply it was lost and distorted in the haze converging in my mind. John's words circled and pierced me again and again their jagged teeth leaving gapping wounds. 'not as if anyone in my family actually cares if you live' I knew of only one way to stop the words from attacking. I stumbled to where the door, and the engine room, should be.
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The Infirmary
Tears ran down her face. Pain now knew.
He knew.
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Originally posted by DRPAIN:
"Why didn't you tell me that you were once a slave?"
"I didn't want you to know," Ivy said through the tears and pain. She looked down at her body which was barely hanging on to life. Even though she spoke, Pain couldn't hear her in any physical sense, but it was like he was in tune with her emotionally.
"Did you think I wouldn't want to know?" he asked her softly.
"You'd know that I was even more broken than you thought," ghostly Ivy spoke. Pain was so in tune with what she felt that she almost thought he could hear her.
"I told you that I didn't care why you are the way you are," he said softly, tenderly touching her face. "I love you... both of you... and everything that comes with it."
"You'd think I was weak. That I should've fought harder to keep them from taking me."
"You're strong, Ivy," Pain assured her, hoping and praying that she could hear him. "And those people... slavers... they're ruthless. I don't think any less of you."
"But there is more..." she said slinking back away from Pain and her body that lay on the table. "There is so much more... Much worse than you can imagine..."
Ivy retreated into the shadows, glancing at the light at the cargo bay doors then back at Pain, confusion creeping into her mind.
"Just come back to me, Ivy," Pain whispered into her ear. "I will help you through everything. When you don't feel strong enough, I will be there to pick up the slack. Just come back, bao bei."
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Simon found Mal on the bridge, looking out into the black. Mal had just came up, missing John and River's argument.
"How is she?" Mal asked Simon.
"Barely hanging on. She needs some blood and you're her type."
Mal nodded.
"I'll be down in a moment."
"I'm gonna grab some protein bars and a drink for Pain. After that, I'll be down there."
Simon left to handle his tasks.
"River? What were John and you fighting about?" Mal asked.
"He doesn't feel. His emotions are getting in the away."
"Hmm..." Mal said as started to leave. He didn't quite understand what she meant, but John did seem a little on edge. He'd have to ask him about it later.
"He's early," River said quietly.
"What'd you say, River?" Mal asked stopping by the door.
Over the comm, a man's voice was heard.
"This is Grayson Cornwell of the Law Enforcement Vessel 7767A. I will be docking in five minutes."
"What in the rutting Hell?" Mal exclaimed, returning to the console. "The feds found out about the cargo already? Can we outrun him?"
"We could, but Pain needs him."
"Pain needs..." Mal echoed. Then he remembered where he had heard the name before. "Ivy's Fed friend. Did Pain call him?"
"Yes."
Mal clenched his fists and left, making a direct path to the infirmary, passing Simon in the galley as he did. When he arrived at the infirmary, he found Pain sitting next to Ivy, whispering into her ear. He grabbed Pain by the shirt and pushed his chair away from Ivy's side, the wheels squeeking as he did.
"Would you care to tell me why you invited a lawman on board this ship without permission, especially since we have questionable cargo on board?"
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