Life Onboard Serenity: Forwardly Going In A Vaguely Type Direction
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Pain's Bunk
"Ivy, baobei?" asked Pain in a soothing tone as he looked at her. She managed to look into his eyes, a tear running down her cheek. Pain wiped it away with his thumb as he continued, "You're safe here. No one is goin' to hurt you. You'll be safe here with John. He's a good man and I know he won't lay a finger on you. You have to trust me, dong ma?"
Ivy nodded a little and Pain stood up. He turned to John and said, "Say what you've got to say. I've got to got have a talk with Bot Boy, see what's eatin' at his circuits."
Pain stopped at the ladder, gave one last look at Ivy, and started to climb up and out of his bunk.
Outside
As Pain closed the hatch behind him he turned and spotted 13. Walking up to him, Pain growled, "You and me in the cargo bay, Bot Boy. Ma shong. This go-se you got between me and Ivy has got to end and it's goin' end in the cargo bay. Dong ma?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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The quickly shifting emotons, all the anger, John didn't honestly know if e could handle himself let alone Ivy. He approached her quietly. "You don't hav to tell me what happened to you, I'm asuming that it was bad and you don't want to relive it. But I need to make you a deal. I'll keep the captain and crew off your case as much as I can, but you need to make me a promise. Promise me that your situation isn't a time bomb, and that trouble isn't following you. Promise me that to the best of your knowledge, your past isn't coming for you." He han't meant it harshly but he needed the truthor t least this security to calm his instincts.
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Ivy pulled her knees up closer, wrapped her arms around them and buried her face in her knees.
"Ivy?" John called out to her as he slid closer to her. "Is there someone looking for you?"
"No one is looking for her," she answered. She took a deep breath. "No one is looking for me. 'Cept maybe Grayson, but he means well."
John nodded. She looked up, staring at the wall in front of her.
"I'm just trying to keep things together. I just want to live again and put everything behind me. To forget that..." she started. A far off look came into her eyes, like she was trying to remember something. Her voice got real quiet. "Don't look... Tommy says not to look, but I know it's right there... Just out of my reach."
She just sat there for a second before turning to face John.
"I'm not a fed, John. I sell seeds. That's all. I just wish they'd believe me. Pain does."
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"I believe you," John said, almost a whisper. And he did. This girl was broken, and was trying to put things back together. How could he blame her? He had been broken once too. "I'll keep up my end then. I'll talk to the captain." He started to climb the ladder but stopped. He didn't want to leave her alone right now. He turned toward her and sat on the floor, giving her her space. He sat with her in silence. If she wanted to talk she would. He thought about the simularities they shared. And the differences. No one was coming for her.
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Originally posted by johnthetheatrefreak:
[B"I'll keep up my end then. I'll talk to the captain."
Ivy became alarmed.
"You can't tell the Captain! You promised not to! You and River both did! He'll put me off the ship for sure!" she pleaded with him as she moved to the edge of the bed. Her voice got suddenly softer, almost too quiet to hear. "And I don't want... I don't want to leave."
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"I'm not giving him the details, I'm just letting know not to worry about you. I won't tell him anymore than that. He trusts me."
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"He trusts you?" Tommy asked in disbelief as she slid past Ivy. Her emotions were moving quickly towards anger again. "Like he trusts River? She told him that I was OK and he didn't believe her. Pain has told him as well and that didn't make any difference either. What makes you think he'll believe anyone other than himself?
"Ivy's no danger to anyone," she continued, anger continuing to rise. "Half the people on this ship know that, but 13 and Mal have their own ideas and they aren't going to listen to anyone. They've made up their minds about her. We should have never left home and now I have to work harder to keep her safe."
She scootedback towards the wall and resumed her balled up position, rocking a bit.
"I'm OK," she whispered. She looked back up at John. "I'm sorry. Tommy's just worried. But she doesn't need to be. Pain will protect me. I know he will."
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"I'm sorry. Tommy's just worried. But she doesn't need to be. Pain will protect me. I know he will."
Cargo Bay
Pain flew in the air and hit a pile of small boxy containers, knocking them over and sending them in all directions. Getting up a little shakily, Pain looked at 13 who was standing ten feet away and said with a laugh, "HA! Is that the best you got, Bot Boy?"
13 sighed as Pain rushed him again only to once more launch his large mercenary friend into the air. This time Pain landed near the weight bench, the air in his lungs becoming audible as he hit the ground hard.
"Pain?" 13 asked, wiping non-existent dust off his clothes. "Give it up will you? You know you can't win."
Pain let out a rasped chuckle and said, eying the weights on the floor near the weight bench, "You already know I too stubborn to admit defeat."
Picking up a couple of the fifty pound circles of metal, Pain stood up and grinned at 13. 13 raised an eyebrow at Pain and muttered something up about him being a fat, stupid mercenary. Pain flung one of the weights at 13 like a Frisbee only to have him catch it in his hand and drop it to the floor. Not content with that bit of luck on 13's part, Pain flung the other weight just like the first. Again 13 just caught it in his hand as if it were nothing and dropped it onto the floor with a loud clang. 13 rolled his eyes at Pain and advanced on the man.
Meanwhile in the Galley...
Jayne was busy getting things ready for dinner. He had already put a pot of protein and canned vegetable stew on the burner when he heard the commotion coming from the cargo bay. At first he just shrugged and ignored it, figuring it wasn't any of his concern as he stirred the pot. It wasn't until he heard the loud, repeated metallic clanging, that he muttered something in Chinese and headed down to the cargo bay to see what all the noise was.
Back in the Cargo Bay
After Pain had failed to hit 13 with the weights, he grabbed the weight bar resting on the bench and was using it like a baseball bat, a heavily weighted one that weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds with the weights on it. The metallic sound Jayne had heard was Pain getting in a few good hits upside 13's head and chest.
Jayne had walked in just as he saw 13 fly through the air and smack the wall ten feet away. The mercenary stopped and watched in awe as 13 got back up, shook his head and rushed at Pain. Pain tried to swing at 13 again, but the robot grabbed a hold of the bar and wrenched it from Pain's grasp, tossing it to the floor. Pain tried to throw a punch, but 13 countered and returned Pain's throw with on of his own, connecting with the mercenary's jaw.
Pain staggered back and shook the tingly little lights swimming in his eyes out of his head. It was at that time that Jayne walked up in between both of them and asked rather loudly, "What in the gorram hell do you think you two are doin'? You got any idea how much 'em weights co.."
The rest of Jayne's question got cut off as both Pain and 13 swung at each other and hit Jayne instead, knocking the man onto his pigu. Both Pain and 13 looked at the dazed mercenary on the floor for a moment, then turned their eyes back onto each other and started to go at it again. Blows could be heard echoing off the cargo bay walls as the two continued their fight. Pain managed to land a few good hits, but 13 managed five times that on Pain.
It wasn't until 13 had grasped Pain by the throat and lifted the man a few inches of the ground, that the fight was interrupted by River, who had stealthily entered the cargo bay.
"Enough." she said, obvious sadness in her voice. When the two didn't responded, she shouted, "STOP!"
Both Pain and 13 looked at River befuddled. Pain stopped trying to kick at 13 as the girl came closer.
"Put him down." she said to 13, getting to within a hair's breadth of his face. "Now."
"Why should I?" 13 asked defiantly. "That sao bi has him wrapped around her little finger. I'm just
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"Fine," 13 spat, dropping Pain none-too-softly. "I could still take you," he singsonged to River, giving the floor-hugging Pain a rough nudge with his foot.
"I'm out," he snarled. "I've made my point."
Q: Fish or Hogarth?
A: Marillion.
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The captain showed him up a meandering flight of stairs and through a short hallway that led into a wide, well-lit room outfitted with a wooden table and an a miscellaneous assortment of seats. He took a step into what he conjectured was the ship's mess hall. Roaming his gaze about the room, he spotted a burly man cantankerously manning a kitchen unit, as well as the young doctor from earlier sitting in a cramped, yet snug-looking lounging area.
Mal stepped forward and addressed the people in attendance. "All right, ladies and boys, pay attention," he said, effectively drawing the heed of everyone present. He jerked a thumb back at Isahiah. "Meet... hmm, what'd you say your name is again?"
"Isahiah, captain Reynolds. Isahiah Nazarov," Isahiah replied, more amused than piqued.
"Right..." The captain paused, brought a hand to his chin and observed his newest guest with a pensive frown. "That would be... Izzy. 'You mind if I call you Izzy?"
"Well, actually I..." Isahiah began to protest.
"Izzy it is then." Mal turned back to the crew. "Izzy here's the hapless fella' Pain pulled out of that escape pod."
Reactions were mixed. Simon merely gazed at him for a instant, while the "chef" uttered a tart greeting before resuming his cookery. A leggy black woman whose presence he had failed to notice earlier acknowledged him with a quick nod, then produced a well-used hip flask from her side pocket and took a long swig of what he suspected was an alcoholic beverage of some sort.
Isahiah answered with a smile and a nod of his own. "Any chance there's more where that came from?" he asked with a touch of mischief.
The doctor interjected. "That would be unwise. I would advise that you stay clear of any and all intoxicating agents for a period of seven to nine days."
Isahiah arched his brow upward. "That long? I thought all those electrolytes and fluids you hooked me up with were supposed to have me fixed up all proper."
"And you bein' up an' about is some damn fine evidence of that," Mal said. "Doc's just sayin' it might be a little soon to be hitting the bottle."
"...Unless you're in a hurry to wind up under my care again," Simon concluded.
Isahiah smothered a sigh of defeat. "Very well, then." He looked at the dark-skinned woman again, but she was now poring over a faded paperback, and faithfully ignoring him. Defeated but not deflated, he shrugged and turned to Mal. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Quite literally, I might add..."
He was cut short by a sudden uproar issuing from the foredeck. A pair of men were dishing it out, and not going halfway with it either. The argument came to an abrupt halt, and Isahiah heard them tread along the foredeck before their footsteps faded down a staircase and into the deck below. It didn't take a genius to fathom what these two were intent on doing once they got down there. Isahiah frowned. "Dissension amongst the ranks?" he asked, eliciting a stern look from the captain, who stood rigid beside him.
"Now where'd you get that idea," the later uttered through clenched jaws. "Zoé."
The tall woman got to her feet, adjusted her gun belt to its wonted position, and moved behind her captain. They exited the room in a handful of quick, decided steps and went in pursuit of their raging shipmates.
Isahiah chuckled and moved into the lounging area, plumping himself on a couch left vacant.
"That's a rather colorful little gang you have here," he said, smiling as he noticed the interweaving floral motifs that streaked the bulkheads.
"It is," Simon said, a wisp of a smile fleeting across his face.
Isahiah smiled and brought a hand up to scratch the bridge of his nose. "I don't envy you," he said. "Managing the health of these types must be a never-ending duty, even for a physician of your merit." He hunched forward, his eyes glittering unnervingly. "Although, that's nothing new for you, is it? Doctor Tam?"
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