Life Onboard Serenity: Forwardly Going In A Vaguely Type Direction
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Isahiah clamped his hand against the doctor's mouth. "You try something like that again and it'll be the last thing you do," he growled.
"Now, you can either talk to me right now, or I can carve you up, and then I guarantee you'll..." He was cut short by the clamoring of people hurrying down a neighboring flight of stairs. Losing whatever semblance of composure he had managed to muster up, he grabbed the young doctor by the collar of his shirt and frenziedly yanked him back, positioning him as human rampart between himself whatever lied beyond the doorway.
"Who are you? I don't know you! How many of you are there?" he howled, his voice tainted with distress as he could feel the adrenaline wearing off. His legs had already grown unsteady, and his strength was slowly waning. "Come out, or so help me, I'll bust his neck!"
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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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"Come out, or so help me, I'll bust his neck!"
"Now that wouldn't do a lick of good would it?" Mal said, as he appeared near the doorway of the infirmary, flanked on the left by Zoe and on the right by Jayne. Both of them had their guns drawn. Zoe had her mare's leg and Jayne had his hand cannon.
"You go and snap the pretty doc's neck and there'd be no one to patch the hole in your head, that I surley reckon you'd receive after said neck snappin'." replied Mal, a smile on his face.
Out of his peripheral vision, Mal saw Pain take his position on the stairs near the infirmary. The mercenary was crouched low and had his pistol aimed at the man's head through one of the glass windows.
Still smiling, Mal continued, "Now this can go about one of two ways. You can let go of the doc nice and easy and we can discuss your situation in a civilized manner, which by the by is the method I'd prefer. No unnecessary bloodshed or undue violence involved and the guns are put away. The second, and least preferred way by my account, would be you doin' what you intend on doin' to my poor doc, who looks none too pleased at the moment, which in turn would make me and mine have to dole out said unnecessary violence." Mal hitched his thumbs into his belt loops and asked, "So, stranger. What's it gonna be?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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"Nobody moves!" he said. He tried to think up a scheme to wriggle his way of this predicament, but it seemed however strongly he tried, he couldn't think in coherent terms, like the workings of his brain had been doused in concrete. He scrunched up his eyes, struggling to keep them open, as a haze fell upon his vision.
"How's about you just hand the boy over?" Mal said, taking a step forward.
"I said..." he paused to gather his breath, which was growing more labored with every gulp of air that got passed his lips. "I said don't move!" He tightened his grip around the doctor's neck. "I'll kill him, I'll do it!"
"All right, no one's questioning that." The captain made a slight hand gesture, signaling for Pain to get ready. Isahiah's hands began to tremble, and the doctor tried to get a word in. "Listen, you're badly dehydrated..."
"Shut it!" Isahiah uttered through clenched teeth, spraying spittle over the doctor's bare scruff. "You're not gonna... take me... without a..." He was suddenly struck with an overwhelming urge to regurgitate. He bent over, and spilled his stomach's content on the infirmary floor. The young doctor seized the moment and slipped out of his grip, retreating to the safety of his shipmates, but Isahiah hardly noticed. His vision had deteriorated to the point where he could no longer make out even broad shapes, and an eerie droning noise had progressively drowned out all other sounds. The droning grew in both power and urgency until he could no longer stand it and passed out, collapsing in a pool of his own vomit.
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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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"Jayne. Help the doc with securin' Sleepin' Beauty to the exam chair." replied Mal.
"But he's sleepin' in a puddle of his own vomit!" protested Jayne as he holstered his gun.
Mal waved off the mercenary's displeasure and said to Simon, "Doc. Clean him up and do what you do best."
"Yes, sir." replied Simon, giving the captain a nod.
Mal looked up the stairway to Pain, who was just about to leave, and said, "Pain?"
Pain stopped, turned around, and answered, "Yes?"
"Need to have a word with you for a moment." replied the captain.
"Can it wait til tomorrow, Cap?" asked Pain, raising an eyebrow. "Kind of promised the good doctor I'd keep an eye on Ivy." He pointed to his head and continued, "You know, what with the concussion she suffered and all."
Mal turned away from Pain and let out a frustrated sigh. He muttered something in Chinese, before looking back at Pain and saying, "Fine. Go look after Ivy, but I want you in my bunk first thing in the mornin'."
"You got it, Captain." replied Pain, giving the man a smile before heading back up the stairs and back into the galley.
Galley
"Is everythin' okay? We heard lots of shoutin'." asked a worried Kaylee as she saw Pain enter the galley.
Pain smiled, placing a hand on the cute mechanic's shoulder, and said soothingly, "It's nothin' to worry about, mei mei. Just an irate patient of the doc's. Everythin' is fine and dandy now."
He gave her shoulder a pat and then sat down next to Ivy. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him, as he smiled and asked, "You ready to go, baobei?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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"You ready to go, baobei?"
"Absolutely," Ivy answered. Pain picked her up and she looked back at Kaylee and grinned. "Tell them not to wait up for us."
Kaylee rolled her eyes and headed back towards the engine room.
As they moved toward the foredeck, the kissing had already started and by the time they got to the entrance to his bunk, he had her pinned between him and the wall.
Tongues dueled and hands wandered. Ivy had already relieved him of his shirt.
"Darling," Pain whispered as he parted his lips from hers. "If we don't get inside right now, we might have an audience and we don't need 13 or the Captain's interference in our activities."
Ivy nodded, climbed onto Pain's back piggy back style and traversed the ladder as they had done earlier, before closing and locking the hatch.
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Pain's Bunk
Ivy wrapped her legs around Pain's waist and faced him as they his feet touched ground. She was agile, Pain had to admit as he pulled her shirt off and flung it to the floor. Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to kiss him as he stopped to unbuckle his gun belt and pants. As Pain's hands explored her body and her hands explored his, Pain kicked off his boots, sending them flying in opposite directions. They tried to make it over to Pain's bed, but wound up on the floor instead.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Still slightly out of breath from their activities, the two of them laid on the floor of Pain's bunk, lingering kisses still occurring.
"Pain?" breathed Ivy.
"Mmmm?" responded Pain.
"I'm not complainin', but the floor is a little hard down here."
"Sorry," he answered as he kissed her again and then helped her up off the floor.
Her head spun a little and she nearly lost her balance, but Pain caught her and helped her over to the bed.
They both slid under the covers and he pulled her close to him. His fingertips trailed over her shoulder down her side and over her hip.
"Stop that!" she exclaimed giggling. "That tickles."
"Sorry," he said as he kissed the top of her head. He took a deep breath. "I think it's about time we learn more about each other."
"I think you're more than acquainted with me," she said giggling a little more.
"That's true," chuckled Pain. "But I want to know more about you."
She took a deep breath in and seemed to be thinking about his question. Finally she answered him.
"I guess that wouldn't be so bad," she whispered. "What would you like to know?"
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Pain's Bunk
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"What would you like to know?"
"Well.." Pain replied, kissing her tenderly on the lips before propping his head up on his left hand and continuing, "What's your favorite color? What's your favorite food? What kind of music do you like? Do you have any hobbies other than plants?" He lightly traced her body's curves with his right hand before resting it on her right buttocks, smiled and asked some more, "Where else are you ticklish?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Sorry for the absense! I'll be on now
He had faded away. The life he thought he had left had come and grabbed him again. The feelings, the lack of feeling, had overpowered him. It wasn't the time spent in vents gun in hand watching that had taken so long. It was when the feeling came back. How long had he spent in the corner of his room, praying he wouldn't snap back. Maybe now it was safe.
He walked into the engine room quietly. "You were lost." River said from her place, "are you found yet?"
"You tell me," John said staring at the black.
"Where'd you go?"
"I'm not ready to answer that yet." He took the co-pilot's seat and stared out. He had lost the memories, had he killed someone? As he stared he came to a startling conclusion. He was afraid of himself, and that's no way to live.
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Isahiah issued a hoarse groan as he came to. The walls of his mouth felt like sand to his moisture-deprived tongue, and his head throbbed painfully. "Hello?" he called in a faint, raspy voice.
"How do you feel?" a man inquired after a brief silence. He spoke with the inflections and cadence of one trained in the ways of medicine.
"Dead," Isahiah answered. "Dead is how I feel." He opened his eyes and saw an indistinct figure stooped over him, rendered dark and fuzzy by intense backlighting.
"Try not to move," the figure said before backing away.
Isahiah wriggled a little, and became aware of the leather ties that bound his hands and feet to the bed's frame. He tried to put some strain on them to assess their sturdiness, but failed to summon up the strength. "What's with the restraints?"
Another, this time perceptibly more drawn-out moment of silence.
"For your own safety," the man finally said.
"Right." Isahiah let out an audible sigh and let his head drop on the thin, flea-bitten cushion that served him as a pillow. Hey, at least they gave you a pillow, he thought.
"Can I know where I am?" he then asked.
The stranger turned to face him. He was rather young, clean cut, clean shaven, clean... clean. He felt oddly familiar to Isahiah, but he couldn't pin down from where. "You're on a ship. In space," the young man said. "You were drifting in an escape module and. We just happened to pass right by it, so we pulled you in and... well here you are."
"Oh... I guess I owe you my thanks, then," Isahiah replied.
"Why yes, I believe you do."
Another awkward interlude followed, with both men left unsure as to whether or not the other intended to pursue the conversation any further.
"Well, know that you're saving my bacon from an ill-timed passing is much appreciated," Isahiah said with a hint of humor.
"Yeah, 'pleasure," the younger man replied prosaically before turning around and resuming his business.
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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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