Life Onboard Serenity: #40 - Burnt Stew, Dinner and a Job - Let's Celebrate!
POSTED BY: EnglishIvy
UPDATED: Tuesday, December 16, 2008 19:54
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Story so far:
Pain suspected that the marks on Ivy’s back were not what she said they were; Ivy finally waved Grayson, who then started to search for her; After some intense accusations, Ivy got scared and slipped into Pain’s bunk to sleep; Mal and Pain discussed Ivy, which involved Mal hitting Pain; Ivy left Pain’s bunk after a good night’s sleep, collided with Jayne and received a concussion; Aiko woke up.
Ivy talked Pain into letting her recuperate in his bunk; however nothing resembling rest occured. Instead, they got to know each other a lot better.
Mal and 13 were still distrustful of Ivy; 13 guessed what Ivy’s secret was, but she narrowly convinced him otherwise; Ivy was starting to remember things from her past. The more she began to remember, the less stable she was becoming.
John was unsettled by a loss of time he experienced while in his bunk.
The Crew rescued Isahiah from escape pod. A man with mystery all around him. Isahiah attacked Simon in a fit of confusion.
Pain started to get an inkling of Ivy’s condition, but kept it to himself. Later on, he asked her a question when she was nearly asleep and her answer confirmed his suspicions. Ivy feared that Pain wanted her to leave, but he assured her that he still liked her and asked her to move into his bunk.
John went to investigate Isahiah, but was overwhelmed by the strengt
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Everyone found a place to sit around the table.
Pain and Ivy sat together with her chair as close to Pain as she could get it, using his shoulder as a head rest. She needed his touch to keep her together and grounded. 13 glared at them, concluding that his fight with Pain didn’t change anything. Jayne leered at Ivy who looked down at herself and realized that she was only wearing Pain’s T-Shirt. Luckily, due to their size difference, it looked more like a short dress.
“Pain!” she whispered to him. “I didn’t put pants on!”
“Don’t worry, bao bei, you look just fine,” Pain reassured her. “Just ignore Jayne. He’s always like that.”
River sat down on the far end next to Simon. She seemed jumpy and a little unsettled. Simon leaned over to her.
“Mal said you wanted to talk to me? And that you had an episode?” Simon asked with a concerned look on his face. “I want to see you down in the infirmary as soon as we finish here.”
“Everything is fine, Simon,” River told him.
“You had an episode! That’s far from fine.”
“I’m OK, Simon. No infirmary visit needed,” she reiterated. She leaned in closer to him and whispered to him the reason why she wanted to see him earlier. “Wait until he says something to you directly, but Pain will have some medical questions to ask you.”
Simon looked at her strangely.
“About what? Is he injured?”
“Not enough to warrant looking at, but this is something different. I can’t say why. Just let him come to you.”
Simon nodded.
The stew Jayne “cooked” is passed around.
“Gorram it, Jayne,” Pain exclaimed after he took a bite. “Did you have to burn it?”
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“Gorram it, Jayne,” Pain exclaimed after he took a bite. “Did you have to burn it?”
"Did ya go and have to get in a fight with Bot Boy, causin' me to burn it in the first place?" Jayne shot back, leering at Pain.
"First off." Pain pointed out in a calm manner, trying not to worry Ivy, to which he had resorted to giving a reassuring back rub to. "I didn't start the fight and secondly, I don't think it's the best in dinner manners to discuss who did at this point."
He took a bite of his bread, swallowed it after chewing it, and added with a playful smile, "Course, Jayne, you ain't ever been one for manners."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Ivy leaned down and sniffed the stew only to wrinkle up her nose at it and push it away. She grabbed some bread and tore off a piece.
The back rub Pain was giving her was very reassuring. She knew he was going out of his way right now to make her feel better and she appreciated it.
Ivy popped the bread into her mouth as she leaned up against Pain’s side. He winced visibly, but covered well. She looked over at 13 and glared at him. If bread could somehow become a lethal, robot destroying weapon, she would have used it. But unfortunately, it was only food and all she could muster up was the glare.
She tilted her head to whisper into Pain’s ear.
“Are you OK? We can postpone our later plans,” she offered. “Cuddling could be a viable option. It is one of your hobbies after all.”
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“Are you OK? We can postpone our later plans,” she offered. “Cuddling could be a viable option. It is one of your hobbies after all.”
Pain leaned over, placing his left hand over his mouth and whispered into her ear, "I'm fine, baobei. I'm still up to havin' some after dinner fun with you and Tommy." To show her what he meant, Pain placed her left hand on his lap. With a sly smile, he whispered, "We can cuddle afterwards."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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As Pain placed her hand in his lap, Ivy's back straightened and her eyes went wide.
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"We can cuddle afterwards."
She looked around the table, quickly scanning to see if anyone took notice to the current location of her left hand. She only noticed River shifting uncomfortably in her chair and Jayne was smiling slightly as he looked back and forth between Pain and her.
Her mouth had suddenly went dry, but she took a bite of her bread anyway. After she did that, she reached up, grabbed her water and drank a sip.
Pain started rubbing her back again and it ran shivers down her spine. With his other hand he reached for his own bread. So if both of his hands were accounted for, then why hadn't she moved hers?
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Cate quietly ate her stew, not minding the fact that it was a little burnt, the bread helped mask the charcoal aftertaste. She listened to the murmur of conversation, mainly of Jayne making lewd comments about Pain and Ivy that Cate, while a bit put off by the mans bluntness also found it quite funny, but she didn’t let it show in her demeanour or face.
She took a gulp of the beer and continued with her meal, trying to find her place with this rag-tag crew who seemed to be … missing something about them that she couldn’t quite place……
Well, just yet anyway.
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Isahiah's followed the cast iron stewpot as it circled around the table, pinning his eyes on it as if to peer through the flaked red enamel. Once it was passed over to him, he slopped a generous helping of stew onto his plate and began gobbling it down gluttonously. Sitting beside him was an exquisite young lady clad in plain yet fashionable apparel. She momentarily gaped at his glaring disregard for proper table manners before surreptitiously edging away from him.
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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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Simon looked over at Ivy, who seemed a little tense. He noted tired look to her features.
“Ivy?” he asked. Her eyes whipped around to his, a slightly alarmed look on her face. “You look tired. Do I need to remind you that you need your rest?”
“N-No, Simon,” she stammered. “I’m good.”
“I’d say she’s barely gotten out of bed today,” Jayne snickered beneath his breath. Ivy pulled both of her hands into her lap and started scrutinizing her cuticles. Pain’s leg shot out underneath the table, connecting with Jayne’s shin. “Ow! Whad’cha do that-“
Another kick followed, along with a glare from Pain and Jayne got the hint to shut his mouth. Pain smiled at Simon, then at Mal, who was regarding him with suspicion.
“She’s slept a while today,” he retorted. “Honest to God.”
13 snorted at Pain’s comment and Kaylee suppressed a giggle.
Simon looked at Ivy again.
“Just don’t make me come down there and dope you,” he warned. “Concussions don’t go away by themselves. It takes rest.”
“Yes, doctor,” Ivy acquiesced.
"I’m sure she’ll be good and tired soon enough,” Jayne said smirking at Pain as he scooted back a little, putting him out of Pain’s reach.
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John was glad to be back. He sat in his spot between Inara and Kaylee and quietly sipped his soup. As the exchange between Jayne and Pain went on he couldn't help but snicker. He was reminded that he liked these people, loved most of them like family. He had missed them. Inara looked at him knowingly. She had noticed his absence and was waiting for him to talk about it. She was one of three people on the ship who knew his past. That thought struck him. River and Inara would know exactly what had happened, but would anyone else even care?
He looked at Kaylee. She had her arm wrapped around Simon's and was smiling. Would she notice? He was just about to talk to her when the captain interupted.
"Where you been John?" he said mostly to get of the intercrew relations topic.
"My bunk most of the time," John replied nonchalantly, "around, too." River gave him a knowing look, as did Inara. It was enough for them. The captain would want more.
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"I’m sure she’ll be good and tired soon enough,”
"Wouldn't you like to know." Pain shot back.
Ivy in the meanwhile, was teetering back and forth between herself and Tommy. The seesawing had been provoked by Jayne's comments and Mal's distrust towards Ivy. Of course Pain placing her hand on his lap didn't help much either.
"Actually I would like to know." replied Jayne, eying Ivy and Pain. Turning to Ivy he winked and asked, "Are ya gonna tell me?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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[B"Actually I would like to know." replied Jayne, eying Ivy and Pain. Turning to Ivy he winked and asked, "Are ya gonna tell me?"
It was about all that Ivy could take. She blinked for a second while Tommy slid forward.
As Jayne was waiting for a response from Ivy, he pulled forward and swiped the bowl of stew that Ivy discarded. He dug out a spoonful and was about to raise it to his lips when she responded.
"Tell you, Jayne?" she said slyly. "Don't you have any imagination?"
As she said that, she slid her bare foot up the inside edge of his leg until it hit his knee. It was something Jayne didn't expect and he dropped the spoon into the stew splashing it.
"Gorram it, Jayne," 13 exclaimed as he wiped stew off his sleeve. "Watch what you are rutting doing!"
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Isahiah wolfed down the remainder of his portion and crossed his utensils atop of his now clean-swept plate, then slumped against the back of his seat, exhaling blissfully. The stew smacked of scrubber residue doused in old hydraulic fluid with a generous helping of "burned" on top, but it was fit to eat, and that was enough. He had never been one to fuss over such subtleties anyway.
He closed is eyes and listened. As the reach of his perceptions began to expand, he focused on the chatter that filled the room, paying close attention to every word uttered as well as, and perhaps even more so, to the ones left unspoken, and chuckling inwardly at the petty disputes. Spacers. Ragtag gatherings of washouts and perennial "No welcomes" held together only by their collective idiocy and their individual impotence. Pirates, Raiders, Smugglers, the blight of the outer rim. A smile graced his lips. There had been a time when merely contemplating such notions would've been enough to cause his blood to boil. But after the Dandelion... He sighed softly, his smile fading fast. Perhaps the only lesson he was to derive from recent events was that there was a bit of truth to be found in all beliefs. The key, he thought, was to pick your side before your side picked you.
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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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"Gorram it, Jayne," 13 exclaimed as he wiped stew off his sleeve. "Watch what you are rutting doing!"
Pain chuckled and whispered to Tommy, "Good one, baobei."
He placed a hand on her leg and gave it an affectionate rub and a pat, before eating some more of his stew. Taking his right hand out from underneath the table, Pain picked up his glass and took another drink, washing the contents in his mouth down into his stomach before setting the glass down.
He leaned over to Tommy's ear, shielding his mouth with his left hand and whispered, "So am I goin' to be the only one doin' the whole stealthily 'under-the-table' touchin' thing, or did you want to get in on it too?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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John chuckled as Jayne spilled his stew and used it as a distraction. "So Kaylee," he said turning from the captain, "did you come up with a solution for the burnt out thruster assist unit?" It was small talk but it changed the subject. John would on day tell the captain everything, but not today.
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[B"So am I goin' to be the only one doin' the whole stealthily 'under-the-table' touchin' thing, or did you want to get in on it too?"
Tommy turned and smirked a little at him. Her left hand slid up the inside of Pain's right thigh. Her touch was feather light.
To her surprise, Pain shifted away quickly as his hand clamped over his own mouth to stifled the laugh that threatened to erupt.
Tommy quickly disguised her movement by lifting her napkin to dab the breadcrumbs off her mouth. She then casually turned to Pain and whispered.
"Ticklish?"
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"Ticklish?"
"A little." whispered Pain, smirking back at her.
He picked his glass up in his left hand to take another drink from it. It was a perfect distraction as his right hand slid up her left thigh. As Pain tilted the glass to his lips, Tommy let out a surprised gasp, which she quickly covered up with her hand.
"Sorry for that." she managed to say to those at the table, after removing her hand from her mouth. "Just a little case of the hiccups. They're gone now."
Tommy looked at Pain with a raised eyebrow and a half smirk. Pain set down his glass and gave her a wink. Whispering to her, he said, "You know I'm finished with my dinner. What do you say we go get some dessert?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Mal put down his fork and spoon and audibly cleared his throat, bringing all ongoing conversations to a halt. "Everyone hush up," he said. "I've got news."
"That so? Well here's hoping it's of the good kind for once!" a perky voice said, effecting a few chuckles around the table.
"We've got a job before us, folks," Mal continued, unmindful of the interruption. "Izzy's the sponsor."
Jayne looked up from his meal. "We takin' work from this corpse?" he asked through a mouthful.
Isahiah suffered the remark without flinching. "Indeed," he retorted. "And I expect that your gift for fouling up perfectly wholesome edibles is matched by your skill and prowess out on the field, else I fear I might have to seek out a more capable crew."
Jayne shot him a meaning look, but kept his words about him.
"First leg of this run entails we turn and head back towards Beylix," Mal said. "I already had Zoe plot in the new course, meaning we should be touching dirt at about..."
"Nineteen hours and forty-six minutes," River mumbled, her eyes fixed on her stew as if she were aiming to will it into tasting better.
Isahiah's brows lifted sharply and his eyes went wide in shock. The slender build, the alabaster skin, the tangled mass of inky black hair... Could it be? He cast his eyes on the elder Tam sibling and bethought himself of that rainy night when they had first met, far beneath the busy streets of Osiris. He had seemed so terror-struck then, and beside himself with worry. He remembered having qualms about dealing with a man so overtly overwhelmed with what he was getting into. Eventually, his scruples had subsided before the lure of trim stacks of hard Alliance currency, and he had taken the man's money and run, certain to never see or hear from him again...
"Izzy... Izzy? Izzy!" Mal said with increasing irritation.
Isahiah shook himself. "Pardon me captain, it seems I got lost in thought," he said.
"I'll say," Mal replied snappily. "You sure that head of yours is holding together?"
"The head is holding just fine, don't concern yourself with it," Isahiah answered.
The captain nodded appreciatively. "Swell," he said. "Then how's about you pass on some intel regarding that cargo you need lifted?"
Feeling a dozen or so pairs of eyes suddenly shifting their gaze towards him, Isahiah ran a hand through his tousled hair in an effort to tidy it up and straightened in his seat. "Certainly," he said. "The payload is hoarded in an idle packaging plant located at the base of the Hedon Range— It's a succession of rocky outcrops that runs clean through Beylix's main landmass."
"Now some'in tells me it ain't so idle," Jayne sneered.
"Correct," Isahiah conceded somewhat begrudgingly. "My associates and I set up an operation there once the facility had fallen into disuse. We sought to use it's machinery and infrastructure to serve our collective end."
"And what end would that be, exactly?" Simon keenly inquired.
"Now, now, doctor," Isahiah replied coyly. "That would be telling."
"Should I go in expecting trouble?" Mal asked earnestly.
"Why, naturally, captain," Isahiah said, a crooked smile adorning his lips. "Risk is the ubiquitous unknown that makes our existence tick. One should always keep a lookout for danger."
"I'll take that as a yes," Mal said.
Isahiah bowed his head in assent.
Jayne folded his mighty arms and considered him skeptically. "Funny, I thought they was your people," he said.
"They were the last time I stopped by," Isahiah retorted. "But..." he gestured to the ship and the crew around him. "A great deal of things have transpired since. I only ask that you be prepared."
"Fair enough," Mal said, effectively burying the question. "What's the stuff?"
"The plant's production encompasses a wide range of commodities," Isahiah said. "We'll be taking a bit of everything. Manufactured items are color-coded and stockpiled in a series of subsurface storehouse. I suggest we break up into groups to speed up the loading process."
Kaylee's head tilted up and she waver
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"So this will either be incredibly simple or a difficult bank job?" John was confused about just what they were doing, but he would do what he was told. He had felt the recognition for River, and the specific shock led John to a conclusion. Isahiah had some connection into the alliance and John didn't like it. He would burn that bridge when he came to it. He shot River a knowing look attempting to see what she had gleaned. She was far more acurate than he was.
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Once Mal left, the table was left to finish up on their own. Some had eaten everything they were going to and some weren’t quite done yet. Most people stayed around for a while after dinner for lively discussions. Today was no different, except for the fact that Isahiah's job had garnered the attention of many of the crew, who stayed nearby to ask questions and get more information.
Some people had other plans though. Tommy leaned over and whispered something in Pain’s ear, which made him smile, stand up and pull her up out of her chair. He leaned down and whispered something to her that made her giggle. They were in their own little world and didn’t notice the attention they were getting from certain members of the crew. They flirted and played all the way from where they were sitting to the doorway to the foredeck, at which point Pain picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and gave him a solid kiss. He stumbled up the stairs and headed off to his bunk, locked in a permanent clench of passion, their mouths devouring each other’s. It was amazing that Pain managed to walk straight. Jayne, Kaylee and Simon watched them travel down the foredeck and disappear down the hatch.
“Aren’t they adorable together?” Kaylee gushed.
“She really needs to get some rest,” Simon remarked.
River was sitting behind them, rocking a bit and mumbling.
“Need to leave. Need to leave. But feet won’t move.”
Kaylee and Simon looked back at her, slightly concerned. Jayne didn’t notice.
“Wonder how many times they’ve done it today?” he mused.
“FOUR!” River shouted.
Kaylee, Simon, Jayne and anyone else in close proximity turned towards her.
“Four?” they said in unison as they looked back down the hall towards Pain’s bunk.
“AND A HALF!”
They all looked back at her again before returning their gaze to Pain’s bunk.
“Tzao gao!” Jayne muttered under his breath. "Why couldn't I meet someone like that?"
Finally, River found her legs and ran from the room, putting as much space as she could between herself and the two lovers.
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Pain's Bunk
The hot and heavy kissing between both Tommy and Pain broke off momentarily to allow them to take their shirts off with nary a care as to were they fell. Pain navigated Tommy over to his desk and sat her down on top of it, continuing to kiss her lips and neck as he proceeded to free her of her panties. As Pain did accomplished that task, Tommy's hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it, and then sliding them off his muscular frame. Once free of clothing they backed over to his bed, Pain letting Tommy take control as she straddled him.
She looked at the bruises on his chest and asked, "Do those hurt?"
Pain nodded and said, "Just a little, but I can deal with them."
Tommy brought her face closer to his, her blond hair cascading down and enveloping Pain's face, as she asked seductively, "Would you like me to kiss them and make them all better?"
"Would you?" Pain asked with a sly smile.
Tommy returned the smile and started to kiss the random bruises on his chest. After she was done she rose up, bringing her face to his once more and asked, "Does it hurt anywhere else?"
"Here." Pain said, pointing to his left cheekbone. Tommy kissed it and Pain continued pointing to the tip of his nose, "And here."
Tommy kissed his nose and asked, "Anywhere else?"
"Here." replied Pain, touching his lips with a finger.
As Tommy reached down to give him a kiss, Pain pulled her closer to him and kissed her with a bruising intensity. Tommy broke off the kiss and smiled devilishly at Pain before the two resumed their fun.
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"So this will either be incredibly simple or a difficult bank job?"
Isahiah smirked at the whiff of sarcasm in the man's question. "Yes, something along those lines," he said with a jeering smile. "Anything else?"
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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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"Fantastic." The man knew more then he was letting on but that could wait. John walked out of the room and went to Inara's shuttle. He knocked and the door opened quickly, she had been expecting him. "Come in," she said motioning toward the tea set she had set on the table. He took a seat in a rather comfortable chair and turned to face the companion would had become his friend.
"Where'd you go?" she said after a brief moment of silence.
"I have no idea, but I didn't feel anything." Inara knew exactly what this meant.
"Does it worry you?"
"A little. I'm afraid that someone is reaching out for me. Coming for me."
"Is that possible?"
"Considering the re-emergance of the independents, I don't doubt it. I just don't want to be that person again."
"You won't" She smiled at him. Maybe it was that they both had pasts, maybe Kaylee's ignoring of them, but they had been brought together and now were completely open with each other. He was happy for their friendship. They sat there together and drank the tea. The silence was enough.
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"Who the hell do you think you are?" 13 vociferated. "Coming in here acting all snooty, treating us like dirt? You think you're too good to be on this ship? Too good for us?"
Isahiah held his hands before him, palms out, in a mollifying gesture. "Please," he said. "I implore you to compose yourself. What I think is largely irrelevant, what is at stake here is business, and business cares little for common courtesy."
Zoe took a step forward, dominating him in both height and presence. "You're holding back too much," she said, the heat of her eyes belying her collected exterior. "Cap'n's not gonna roll with this."
"Ha! The captain!" 13 exclaimed, throwing his hands up in a fit of exasperation. "Why is he even bothering with this guy, anyway?"
Isahiah smiled a simpering smile. "Maybe you should ask him," he said.
"Yeah!" 13 spat angrily. "Maybe I will!"
Isahiah sustained Zoe' gaze as she stared him down coldly. Maybe she would.
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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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The two of them bantered playfully at the beginning, but soon fell into a rhythm that was all their own. Pain wanted to enjoy himself, but he also wanted to give her the chance to reconcile her two halves to allow herself the fullest of experiences. At some points it was difficult and it took at lot of control.
Tommy was powerful and passionate. She did things to Pain that he could barely withstand, but somehow he managed. And it took considerable effort. She understood that completely, looking past her own pleasures to keep herself in tune with his needs. When things became way too close to raging out of control, Tommy would switch to Ivy, whose style was much slower, yet just as gratifying. The simple change of pace was enough for Pain to withstand the sensual onslaught his body was enduring.
He was getting to know her better as well. He could now distinctly tell the difference between Ivy and Tommy and would signify that by murmuring the name of who ever came forth as they did. As each one surged forward and ebbed back, the simple act of saying her name was enough to keep him perched in just the right place. It was something to concentrate on while his body plummeted between layers of desire.
This was nothing like he ever felt before. Two women housed within one, each one with their own needs and each one trying to give him everything he ever wanted. At one point they were rotating in so fast, that his mind went blank trying to figure out who was there. He was getting so close to falling over the edge that he suddenly called out a name, trying to summon one of them forward. That someone was for at that point in time, the one part of her that he really wanted… and needed.
Ivy.
As he repeated her name over and over, he felt her rush forward and stay there, applying her level of style on him. Her slow, all consuming, fire hot ways led him into a corridor of feeling where he do nothing more than grab hold and follow her into undying ecstasy.
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Pain, Ivy, and Tommy's Bunk
"WOW!" exclaimed a thoroughly exhausted yet happy Pain as he looked into Ivy's eyes, his fingers tracing her body's curves. "That was just WOW! I can't think of any other words to describe what just happened, other than WOW!"
"It was incredible." replied Ivy, before giving Pain a long, slow, passionate kiss.
Their hands roved over bodies as their tongues explored each others' mouths. Time seemed to be meaningless as they embraced each other with a fiery passion. After their lips finally departed, Pain rested his forehead against Ivy's and said, "Most incredible indeed."
They laid there looking into each others' eyes before Pain said, "I hope Tommy ain't mad at me for pickin' you over her for the last leg of the journey so to speak."
"She's not mad at you, baobei." Ivy replied with a smile, her fingers absently tracing circles on Pain's back.
"That's good." replied Pain, brushing away a few errant strands of sweat soaked hair from her forehead. "Cause I was plannin' on havin' equal amounts of fun with both of you and I didn't want her thinkin' I was short changin' her on that."
"Don't worry, Pain." Ivy said to him, running a hand through his hair. "You're not." They kissed once more, before she asked, "So what are our plans for tomorrow?"
"Well.." Pain said as he laid back down, folding one arm behind his head and cradling Ivy with the other. "I plan on sleepin' in cause all that sexin' you two gave me, has made me powerful sleepy. After that I suppose I'll make us breakfast."
He gave her a smile and a wink, before adding, "Which of course will require the help of a beautiful, blond haired assistant." Ivy giggled at that and gave Pain a loving peck before he continued, "After that we can share a shower and then we can get that doctor to clear you of that pesky little concussion of yours'. Hopefully if'n you come back with a clean bill of health, I get done talkin' with Mal, you check on your plants, and I help you move your stuff into here, you can show me just how agile you are, though I might suspect you'll be showin' me that before then."
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...I help you move your stuff into here...
"Move my stuff into here?" she asked, lifting her head up so she could look him in the eyes.
"Yeah... Why? Don't you want to?"
She laid her head back down.
"I just didn't think you were serious," she said softly. "You haven't known me very long."
"Know enough, bao bei."
She didn't say anything after that, but he could feel her eyelashes blink across his skin every once in a while.
"Ivy?" Pain asked, pulling her up so he could look at her. "I want you here. I won't take no for an answer."
She smiled weakly.
"I came here as a passenger, Pain. What's going to happen when I have to leave?"
Pain sighed in frustration. He hadn't thought of that.
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Grayson set his ship down at the freight docks on Beylix. There were two other ports, but one was all comercial passenger flights. He'd already checked their records and did not find her name listed on anyone's passenger manifesto. Plus she would need somewhere that could take on her cargo. So this port seemed the most likely. He did a search and found out that there were three grain stores relatively close, so he decided to start there. She would have had to stop by one of them.
He stood up, strapped a gun to his leg, grabbed a couple of pictures of Ivy and exited his ship. The hunt was on.
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Isahiah was strolling down the short hallway from the dinning area, with one hand tucked into his pocket and the other lobbing and catching a hunk of bread, when he caught a sibilant murmur issuing from the room at the corridor's end, like voices conversing in hushed tones. Not having anything better to do at the time, he opted to investigate, and cautiously moved towards the ship's aft end, mindful of treading with gentle footfalls. "Yup, 'definitely people in there," he thought as he drew closer. He came against the door and pulled it wide, only to be confronted the sight of Simon Tam and a comely young woman cuddling on a hammock hung in a recess in the room's starboard bulkhead, whispering and giggling at each other's ear.
"Oh..." Isahiah said, diverting his gaze from the twosome. "I hope I'm not... Boy, this is awkward."
The two jerked apart in a fright as he spoke.
"What the heck..." Simon began.
"Oh, hey! 'Ya need anything?" the young woman asked.
She wore an agreeable smile, and he perceived nothing to indicate that she was being anything other than genuine in her inquiry. Still, he was under no illusions: she wanted him out of here just as much as her companion did. But seeing as she was asking...
"Well, now that you mention it," he said. "I'd very much like for someone to tell me where I am to spend the night."
Simon's irritation with his presence seemed to let up momentarily as his aesculapian instruction took over. "Well you look like you've recovered enough for me to let you go," he said. "Only..." he paused briefly, with his mouth hanging partly open; a tiresome mannerism which Isahiah was growing increasingly annoyed with. "I frankly don't know where else you could pass the night, I mean from what I understand the ship is almost full up and..." he trailed off again, spurring Isahiah to narrow his eyes imperceptibly. "I mean, obviously nobody thought to set up accommodations for an extra passenger. We..." Isahiah winced inwardly. "We didn't know what to expect from you, to be honest."
"Is that so," Isahiah answered with inordinate haste. "Well I suppose that's that..."
Kaylee's face lit up as a thought occurred to her. "Hey! Wait, I got an idea: why don't you use my bunk for the night?" she asked.
Both men looked at her with varying degrees of incredulity.
"Wh-, b-b-but, hang on..." Simon faltered.
"Listen, miss, I really don't..." Isahiah began.
"No, it's all good," she said, her lips curling up teasingly as she turned to a bewildered Simon Tam. "Simon'll have me over."
The doctor's ivory cheeks flushed with red, and his face adopted that same gape-mouthed expression Isahiah had come to abhor, except this time he was savoring it, his gaunt frame rocking with mirth.
"Sure," Simon finally said, cracking a bashful smile. "That'll work."
"Shiny!" Kaylee said gleefully.
"Thank you, I appreciate, it miss... miss?" Isahiah inquired.
"I'm Kaylee," she said, turning to him and holding her hand forth. "And don't go callin' me miss Kaylee," she added with a genial laugh. "That just don't sound right."
"Kaylee..." Isahiah with a distant look in his eyes. "That's right, you're the mechanic am I right?"
She frowned. "Yeah... how'd you know?"
"I guess I just do," he said, flashing his wonted winsome smile. "But I've taken enough of your time already, I'll leave the two of you be."
"Good, hum... remember to drink lots of fluids and avoid sharp movements," Simon recited mechanically.
"An' make sure you leave everything the way it was when you came in!" Kaylee added.
"Thank you, I will," Isahiah vowed. "See you guys in the morning." He snuck a quick wink at Simon, who looked unsure whether to strike him or wink back in response, then walked out, taking a bite out of his hunk of bread as he stepped through the door.
"What a dweeb..."
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John left the companion's room feeling refreshed. There was just one more person to se. He walked to the engine room and found it empty, obviously just used. They were probably back at one of there bunks. He walked to Kaylee's bunk and looked at the door. None of the usual don't enter signs, like sexual emotion sweeping out the door. Unlike certain other rooms. He entered the room as usual and was suprised to see the man with the job.
"Oh! Sorry," John said, "I was just looking for Kaylee. Why are you in here?" The incredible vagueness of the job and his feelings toward River made John suspicious of the man. Maybe he could figure something out about him. If he was sending them into a trap, John wanted to know.
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Pain's Bunk
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"I came here as a passenger, Pain. What's going to happen when I have to leave?"
Pain sighed in frustration. He hadn't thought of that.
If there was ever a thing in the 'Verse that Pain didn't want to hear, this was one of them. To Pain it felt as if he'd been kicked in the crotch by a donkey wearing steel-toed boots repeatedly on end without so much as a 'please' and 'thank you'.
There was a weight in his stomach that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and a lump in his throat. Pain swallowed hard and asked, "Who says you have to leave, babe? Why can't you stay on Serenity with me?"
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"Who says you have to leave, babe? Why can't you stay on Serenity with me?"
Ivy looked up at him.
"I don't want to leave here. I don't want to leave you," she whispered. "If there was a way I could stay... If the Captain would let me... Anyway, I'd do it in a minute."
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"I don't want to leave here. I don't want to leave you," she whispered. "If there was a way I could stay... If the Captain would let me... Anyway, I'd do it in a minute."
"Don't worry about the Captain, darlin'." Pain replied, the weight in his stomach fading away. "I'll deal with him when him and I have our little chat tomorrow."
He ran a hand through her hair, smiled and said, "Now lets think happy thoughts and get some sleep, alright?" He gave her a kiss, winked at her, and continued, "We have a busy day tomorrow and we need to be well rested for it."
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"Don't worry about the Captain, darlin'. I'll deal with him when him and I have our little chat tomorrow."
Ivy felt little butterflies twitter in her stomach. Could it be possible? Is there a way she might be able to stay on the ship? With Pain?
She said a silent prayer. She definitely didn't want to leave. She was right though. She'd do anything to stay.
She gave him a hopeful smile.
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"Now lets think happy thoughts and get some sleep, alright? We have a busy day tomorrow and we need to be well rested for it."
Busy day... Sleeping in, making breakfast, a shower... *her mind wandered a little at that thought* A check up with Simon...
Simon. A thought for a plant jumped into her head. It was perfect. She'd have to give it to him in the morning.
With a smile on her face, she slid her hand across Pain's stomach, pulled herself close to him and fell asleep.
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Isahiah reclined on the young mechanic's bed with his hands joined beneath his head, his fingers folded in a small hollow for his head to repose in. The bed was a short one, which required him to angle his knees upward to keep his feet from dangling over the edge of the mattress. He considered the room in silence. He was still unsure as to what class of vessel he was dealing with, though he was beginning to get a strong inkling, but he had a sense that it was the smallest on board.
Although,he thought.That might be imputable to a rather marginal approach to decoration. He glanced around him. Clothes hung from virtually anything fit to serve as a hook, a host of obscure publications whose titles he could not make out amidst the dim lighting issued by Kaylee's heart-shaped bedside lamp were piled in a precarious mound atop of a run-down wooden dresser, and torn foil wrappers were bestrewn over nearly every flat surface. A whole herd of plushes plus a pink bell dress, complete with a matching paper umbrella, rounded off the scene.
Not a room he would typically associate with an engineer. Its cluttered state suggested that it was seldom used, as if its occupant had other places she'd rather dwell in. A most unusual indulgence on a spacefaring craft, where space was typically held as paramount.
He leaned over to his side and flicked off the lamp, plunging the room into pitch-black darkness, then rolled onto his back and let himself be lulled to sleep by the drone of the ship's gravity drive.
His tranquility was disrupted when a sonorous clang echoing from the access shaft caused him to stir slightly. Then came the steady thud of someone climbing down the ladder bars, and suddenly he was wide awake again. Having nothing in the way of a weapon on hand, he switched the lamp back on and sat to face the intruder, hoping that mere wits would suffice to avoid a physical confrontation.
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"Oh! Sorry," John said, "I was just looking for Kaylee. Why are you in here?"
Isahiah placed him instantly. John, the unassuming gent from the galley, who had been quick to voice his disgruntlement over his reticence to disclose information regarding the tasks ahead. Isahiah gauged the man charily. He was no stranger to hand-to-hand combat, but he was also keenly aware of just how deep a toll recent events had taken on his body. In his tired, withered state, he doubted he would prevail should things degenerate into a brawl. He would have to hope that they didn't slide down that path.
"I'm sleeping, or rather I was, before you roused me," he answered placidly. "Kaylee lent me her room for the night," he continued. "A vibrant young lady that one. Doctor Tam is a lucky man." He paused to observe his interlocutor, scouting for behavioral tip offs, strings and pulleys to tug at.
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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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"She sure is," John replied glaring at the man. "I suppose while I'm here I have a question for you. This job you've got for us, how sure are you that it's going to involve trouble?"
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She sure is," John replied glaring at the man. "I suppose while I'm here I have a question for you. This job you've got for us, how sure are you that it's going to involve trouble?"
Isahiah suppressed a scornful comeback, and took a moment of consideration before he worded a response.
"Quite," he finally said. "Should things go awry, there's a strong likelihood of one or several members of this crew, not to mention my own self, being injured or killed."
He cleared his throat in an effort to oust a handful of bread crumbs that had lodged themselves into his larynx.
"If I haven't been quite as forthright as you'd have wished, it's because I must, and no length of physical abuse will compel me to do otherwise. This goes beyond mere trust issues. There are things I simply cannot tell you, either because I'm not sure of the facts myself, or because doing so would be detrimental to the pursuit of my... objectives."
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"You see that's not okay. I don't like it when my people get hurt. And if someone gets killed...I'm not even willing to discuss that. I don't care about your gorram "objectives." I'd just as soon throw you out the airlock as let this crew enter into a nasty situation without all the facts. So if you don't want to tell me, fine, but I will find out what you know. Trust me." John climbed out of the room and turned to the bridge. As he entered River gave him a look. "Invasion of privacy," she said.
"One of us dead," he responded. She was silent but then got up and went to the door to the man's bunk and began to probe his mind. "I'm not telling you, you know," she said.
"I know, just make sure it's not a huge death trap."
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River crouched to her knees and laid her palms against the cold metal hatch, smiling fleetingly at the ludicrous ornaments Kaylee had incorporated to the doorframe, then closed her eyes and let her perceptions flow outward. She protracted a mental tendril so as to touch the mind of the man resting in the cabin below, and dove forth into his thoughts.
At first, all she saw were haphazard collections of sounds and images randomly pulled from his memory, glimpses of a past mingled with many feats and exploits. She saw women, most of them willful and attractive, all of them committed to him and his ideals. She also saw much bloodshed and battle... no, she though, not battle. She saw war. A quiet war, though by no means less hungry for the lives of the men and women who waged it. It was vivid, and it nigh overwhelmed her, but she found the strength to surmount it.
She quickly came to the realization that the man had fallen asleep, which accounted for his rambling thoughts as well as the low level of resistance she had faced on her way in. Unfortunately, there was little to be learned from watching a sleeping brain do its laundry, as she liked to call it, and she was all set to pull back when she noticed a shift occurring in the scenery.
The frantic undercurrent of memories began to ebb away, obliterated by the rise of something infinitely more commanding. It presented itself to her as a formidable body of light whose unconceivable radiance eradicated all that stood before it, but she knew from past experience that it would take on whatever shape and form she deemed fit to give it. It's purpose was to act as a lure, to draw you to it. It was a treacherous thing, as it was wholly impossible to predict what would befall her once she crossed that threshold, yet it was also an opportunity to untangle some of the mystery that shrouded their new houseguest, which was precisely the reason for her incursion. Tentatively, she reached for the light...
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Isahiah woke up in a daze, his body and mind sluggish from having roused too quick. He got to his feet and fumbled around for his shoes, which failed to turn up anywhere, then decided someone had nabbed them in the course of his sleep and stormed up the ladder in a huff. "I bet it's that Tam girl," he thought. "Oh, I'll show her..." He yanked the hatch open and emerged from the access shaft and into the hallway... except it wasn't the right hallway.
Instead of subdued lighting and deep blue tones, he saw rows of wires and cables bound together by plastic restraints as well as tin ducts and sturdy metal pipes running the length of the hall behind the robust steel grating that acted as its bulkheads and flooring.
"What now..." he thought. As he took a first step into this nameless space, he acknowledged the merit of such a crude design. It allowed for easier access to the ship's inner workings should a problem arise, at the price of eye-appeal. He deemed it to be quite sensible. And then it dawned on him. "This... is the Dandelion," he murmured. "My old boat."
He ambled through the ship's halls for what felt like an eternity. He didn't recall them being so intricately entangled and homogenous in appearance, and had a difficult time finding his bearings. He came across a few familiar faces. Kip Bartley, his right-hand man, a loyal soldier, infamous womanizer and furious brawler who had served under him for nearly a decade. And Anya, his old flame. She had stuck with him through thick and thin. She cast her striking green eyes upon him and gave an earnest smile before pressing herself against the grating, allowing him to move by her. He met others as well, but their features were blurred, as if clouded by the passage of time.
Finally, he came against a sealed blast door. Its actuators whirred to life as he approached, prompting its massive halves to slide apart and granting him access to the adjoining room. It was sparsely lit and overrun with machines, with a set of two bulky spinning contraptions taking up most of its v
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"Vivid Dreams." John knew how those felt, and unfortunately, river had jsut gon ethrough someone else's. John felt bad about using her in this way, but he wanted to be safe. "You okay, darlin?" "Yeah." "What do you think?" "He's been through things." "Who hasn't." "Couldn't get details, too much else." "Gorramit. Thanks." "You're welcome."
John walked out of the hallway and toward his room. He stood at the door and considered sleep. He realized he wouldn't be able to. He walked into the room and began to compose a wave on the portable cortex link, but decided against it. Some people he didn't want to talk to right then, even if he needed too.
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Ivy awoke shivering. The blanket that had been covering her had fallen away, leaving her bare skin exposed to the cool air. She rolled over towards Pain only to find him looking over at her, already holding up the blanket for her to crawl back in.
She pressed herself against him, craving his warmth as he wrapped his arms around her to facilitate the process.
“Sorry to wake you,” she said softly. “I must have rolled over in my sleep.”
“You’re cold.”
“The blanket ran away?” she said. She propped herself up a little and gave him a teasing smile. “Unless you’re a blanket hog.”
He laughed as he pushed her onto her back, playfully pinning her to the bed.
“A blanket hog?” he asked her as he kissed her soundly on the mouth.
“Yes. A blanket hog,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
They kissed deeply and passionately for a few minutes, Pain’s fingertips tracing the curves of her body.
“Mmmmm…” he growled. “We need to get up. We have some things to get done this morning.”
“I know,” Ivy sighed. She knew he was right and if they stayed where they were, she knew they would get distracted. So, she slid out from underneath the covers, retrieved her own clothing and started to dress.
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Isahiah lied sprawled on one of the lounging area couch, squeezing the bridge of his nose to combat his pulsing headache, when the shrill call of the tea kettle he had left on the stove a handful of minutes prior startled him. He got to his feet and walked over to the kitchen range, his baggy eyes and slouched demeanor testaments to a night bereft of sleep, when he became conscious of another presence in the room. "Who's there?" he asked drearily as he killed the burner and helped himself to the dish cupboards.
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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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Pain's Bunk
From his bed Pain watched as Ivy got dressed and coyly commented as she slipped on her panties, "Well now ain't that a pretty sight to see." A topless Ivy turned to face Pain. He smiled and said to her, "And that ain't a bad sight neither."
Ivy smiled, picked up one of Pain's shirts, and threw it at him, giggling as it covered his face. "Get dressed, blanket hog."
"Make me, shirt thrower." replied Pain, pulling the shirt from his face and sticking his tongue out at her, as he got out of bed and stretched.
They stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before Ivy jumped into Pain's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, their tongues probing each others' mouths. Pain sat Ivy down on his desk and hands started to explore their bodies as they continued to passionately kiss.
Pain pulled his mouth away from Ivy's and rasped, "This is really really fun, baobei, and I really do enjoy it, but we're gettin' each other distracted from what we need to be doin'. Besides.." He gave her a wink and a devilish smile before continuing, "We've got that whole shower thing to address. We can continue the fun in there."
"Mmmmm." Ivy moaned, as she admired Pain's body. "I'd like that."
Pain gave her one last kiss before unwrapping her arms and legs from around him. As he got himself dressed, he smiled and said, "I hope you like your showers hot and steamy, cause that's the way I like mine." He picked up the shirt she had dropped earlier when she had lustfully jumped into his arms. As he handed it to her, he winked and commented, "Oh and I like to use hot water in my showers too. I hope that's alright with you."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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"Hot shower?" she asked. "I like hot."
She gave him a long kiss and quickly started up the ladder. About halfway up, she suddenly stopped. Pain looked up at her to see her gripping the rungs with her eyes closed and forehead touching the metal.
"Bao bei? You OK?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him.
"Remind me that for now, slower is better."
"Slower was definitely better last night," Pain commented with a wistful look on his face.
Ivy poked him in the chest with her foot.
"I meant when going up the ladder. Got a little dizzy is all."
"You're fine now though?"
"I'm good," she said as she finished climbing up to the foredeck.
Pain embraced her once he got up there, picking her up and kissing her deeply while he moved closer to the galley. It was almost a replay of the previous night, just in opposite direction.
They crossed the threshold into the galley, stumbling a little and giggling softly when they heard:
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"Who's there?"
Pain set Ivy down on the floor and they both looked at him like they had gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
"Um... Sorry," Ivy said. "We didn't mean to bother you. Just came for some breakfast."
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"Um... Sorry," Ivy said. "We didn't mean to bother you. Just came for some breakfast."
Isahiah turned towards the couple and gave a tired smile. "It's quite all right," he said. "I had a rough night, and it's impacting my mood."
He examined the content of the cupboards, frowning as he found that most of the china had been nicked and chipped through extended use and perfunctory handling, and eventually pulled out a relatively intact-looking teacup. Its inner walls were besmirched with the tawny stain of coffee, and a crack snaked down its brim all the way to its base, but he decided it would have to do, and poured himself a cupful of tea.
He brought the cup to his lips and took a lengthy sip from it. "Would you fancy some tea? If so, have at it. There's water aplenty," he offered.
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He brought the cup to his lips and took a lengthy sip from it. "Would you fancy some tea? If so, have at it. There's water aplenty," he offered.
"I could go for some tea." replied Pain with a smile. He turned to Ivy and asked, "You want some tea, baobei?"
"Yes please." Ivy replied. With a smile to both Pain and Isahiah, she added, "Thank you."
Pain procured two mugs, one for each of them. Both were chipped and were white with a faded Blue Sun logo emblazoned on them. While Pain poured some tea into them, he asked Isahiah, "So. Are we early to breakfast or are the three of us late to the breakfast club?"
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Originally posted DRPAIN:
"So. Are we early to breakfast or are the three of us late to the breakfast club?"
"I wouldn't know," Isahiah said. "I haven't been on this ship long enough to fully grasp its day-to-day procedures. Although..." Tiny ridges surfaced at the corners of his weary eyes has he smiled. "...I don't suppose it would cause too much of a commotion for us to get things started here while everyone else is still in bed. We'll call it... preparatory measures. Plus, I'm absolutely ravenous."
He drew another sip from his cracked mug. "So what are we having?"
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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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Ivy took a few sips of her tea and set it down. She moved to stand next to Pain. He wrapped his arms around her as he seemed to be thinking about what he should make.
"Yes, darling," she said as she slid her hand behind Pain's body and gave him a subtle grope, a move that Isahiah wouldn't be able to see. She flashed him a smile as he looked down at her. "What exactly did you have in mind? and what can I do to help."
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"What exactly did you have in mind? And what can I do to help."
Pain appreciated what Ivy was doing and made sure in his mind that he would return the favor as soon as possible. He looked down at her, smiled and said, "Well you could assist me with food preparation, honey. It's always nice to have an extra set of hands."
He looked up at Isahiah and said, "I'm afraid we'll most likely be havin' protein and the like, but I'll do my best to spice it up."
He gave the man a nod and a grin before leading Ivy over and into the pantry. Making sure they couldn't be seen, Pain lifted Ivy up and pinned her to the shelves. His hands slid their way underneath her shirt as he kissed her, finding their way upward and stopped.
Giving Ivy a gentle rub and squeeze, Pain whispered into her ear, "You are a very naughty girl, baobei." His eyes drifted over to a can on the shelf and he asked, "Can the very naughty girl please hand me that can of beans? I'd be ever so grateful if'n you would."
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"Can the very naughty girl please hand me that can of beans? I'd be ever so grateful if'n you would."
"With a bit of convincing, I might think about it," she whispered.
Pain smiled as she leaned in and proceeded to take possession of his mouth, their tongues mingling together in a savage dance while their hands wandered over each other's bodies. When they parted, Pain leaned his forehead against hers.
"Well, Tommy," he said. "It's nice for you to come by."
"Couldn't be helped," she said as she kissed him again.
That's when they heard a knock on the pantry door. A voice drifted through the door. It was River.
"Save it for the shower," she said softly. "It's time you should be thinking about food."
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John was suprisingly alert for having not slept all night. He was, however, very hungry. He walked to the galley and saw the four people in the room. "Mornin'" he said walking to grab his mug by the tea kettle. He was very possesive of things like his mug. "Hope you all had sweet dreams." He was playing with the man and felt a little bad. "When are we going to be at Beylix?" John asked River. He saw the breakfast prep and remembered his manners. "Need any help?"
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"When are we going to be at Beylix?"
"Around noon, ship time," Isahiah said, unconcerned with, or altogether oblivious to the fact that the question wasn't addressed to him. "My, don't you look a sorry sight," he added upon seeing that the man also bore the hallmarks of a long, restless night.
"I slept rather horribly myself," he continued. "You could say I was visited by ghosts from a bygone era." He emptied the contents of his mug and set it down on the countertop next to Ivy's.
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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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Grayson made his way to the last grain store he had to check. His search for Ivy had not given him any leads, so he was hoping that he would get some positive results here.
He entered the place and looked around. Out of the three stores, this one seemed to have the best selection. This was good. Ivy would have wanted to do the one-stop-shop. The place was pretty deserted right now, but that was OK too. Then he could get some decent answers about Ivy from a worker who didn't have their attention divided.
He looked around until he found an employee restocking a section that specialized in flower bulbs. By the way he was dressed, it was obvious he was the owner.
"Excuse me," Grayson said as he approached the guy. "I was wondering if you could help me."
"Sure, what can I do for you?" the man asked as he stood up.
"My name is Grayson Cornwell with Allied Law Enforcement," Grayson told him as he flashed his indentification. He didn't need to do that, but he was hoping the officialness of the badge would help loosen the man's tongue.
"Yes, sir," the man said, straightening up a little. "I'm always looking to help out the law."
"I was wondering if you had seen this woman in the last few days," Grayson asked as he showed him an alert with Ivy's picture on it. He hadn't needed to make up an alert with her name on it either, but he thought it would make his case stronger.
The owner looked at it for only a couple of seconds.
"Yes. She was in here a couple of days ago. Ordered just about one of everything, including a crate of GenSeed and crop supplements. Her order alone was enough to pay the bills here for three months."
"Do you know where she went?"
"Is she in trouble? Or dangerous? Should I worry if she came back?"
"No, nothing like that. I need her for some questioning."
"Well another customer offered to drop her purchases off at the ship she was leaving on."
Now they were getting somewhere.
"Do you know the name of the ship?"
"Sorry, lawman," he said. "One of my employees handled the arrangements. It wasn't how we do business here. Her cargo could have been left anywhere. That's why we usually deliver it ourselves."
"Could I talk to this employee of yours?"
"I'm afraid I fired the guy for his laziness. No clue where he went off to. I think he went from place to place, no roots in the community at all. Could've caught a ship out himself."
Damn, Grayson thought.
"Well, what about the customer?"
"Oh! Didn't know him, but he ordered something," he said as he went to the desk. He flipped through the outstanding order requests. "First time customer. Says his name is Dex. No last name and he paid cash up front. We just got his shipment in today so it shouldn't be long before he comes by."
"Good. You've been real helpful."
"No problem lawman," he said. "Do you want me to contact you when he comes?"
"No. If it's OK with you, I'd like to hang out. Show her picture around. Maybe someone saw her and could give me a faster lead. I won't disrupt your dealings in any way, I can promise you that."
The owner shrugged his shoulders and went on about his business. Grayson found a seat by the door and made himself comfortable.
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In the Pantry
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"Save it for the shower," she said softly. "It's time you should be thinking about food."
"She's right." Pain said to Tommy, his hands caressing her back. They kissed once more and Pain, whispered into her ear, "We'll have more fun in the shower anyways."
Tommy giggled and grabbed the can of beans Pain had asked for before letting him help her down. Along with the can of beans they picked up some protein and bread rolls before walking out of the pantry.
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Originally posted by JohnTheTheaterFreak: "Mornin'"
"Mornin'" replied Pain with a smile, as both Tommy and him set their bounty from the pantry on the counter.
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"Hope you all had sweet dreams."
"Oh I had somethin' sweet alright." Pain beamed, giving Tommy a playful pat on her pigu as he grabbed a stew pot, set it on the burner, and dumped the can of beans into it. Turning to Tommy and blocking her from view, Pain leaned down and whispered, "Can you get a knife and cut the protein into little cubes about yea big?"
He held his thumb and pointer finger on his left hand about three quarters of an inch apart and continued, "And make them as square as you can. Please?"
Tommy considered Pain's question as she traced a finger down his chest and around the outline of his abs, stopping at his belt. She tilted her head slightly as she looked up into his eyes and whispered seductively, "Sure thing, baobei."
Tommy gave him a smile and a playful little tug on his belt. before turning around to the counter and picking up one of the knives. As she did that, Pain turned to the stew pot of beans and grabbed a wooden stirring spoon off the hanging overhead rack.
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"Need any help?"
"No. I think we're good, but thanks for the offer." replied Pain giving John a smile, before returning his attention to the cooking.
He turned to see how Tommy was doing and saw that she was just about done. Standing behind her and giving the small of her back the faintest of touches. Pain said, "Nice job on those, baobei."
"Thank you." she replied, looking up and giving him a smile. "Now what?"
"Scoop up as many of the cubes as you can into your hands and carefully drop them into the stew pot." Pain replied with a smile. "Here I'll show you."
Tommy watched as Pain cupped one hand at the edge of the counter and used the other to slide some of the protein cubes into it, careful not to drop any on the ground. Cupping his hands together, he turned to the stew pot and slowly dropped the cubes into it, using the stirring spoon to thoroughly mix them into the beans.
"Just like that." he told her, smiling.
"And then what?" she asked Pain, her lips parted ever so slightly.
Pain stared at Tommy's lips for what seemed like a while. They were beckoning for his own and Pain was feeling the urge to embrace them. He blinked, shook his head and said, "Um then you uh stir them occasionally in the pot until they're golden brown and you let them simmer for a few minutes. While you do that, I'll be at the counter preppin' the rolls. Shiny?"
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Breakfast was done in short order. Pain and Tommy were glad that they made a lot of food because nearly everyone from the crew came down to eat. Apparently they were looking for someone to take on the task instead of doing it themselves. Pain and Tommy were the last to sit at the table, so they ended up sitting across from each other.
The others chattered along about various things, some of which was directed at Isahiah. Pain and Tommy were in their own little world. They ate their food slowly, with Tommy making the act of eating the food rather tantalizing. Pain just started eating a bit faster.
Then he felt her foot run up the inside of his thigh. He looked over at her to see her smile slyly and wiggle her eyebrows. In response, Pain ate even faster.
Their games went pretty much unnoticed, except for Jayne who just watched the seduction unfold.
Tommy kept up her games until Pain was literally shoveling the food in. When he got done, he grabbed her bowl and chucked them both in the sink.
"I'll wash them later," he muttered.
He walked around the table and pulled Tommy up by her hand. He whispered into her ear.
"Screw Simon. I need a shower," he said as they briskly headed out of the room.
A couple of people looked up to see them quickly disappear down the hallway.
"Stay away from the shower," River warned, barely audible.
Jayne looked at her, then back towards where they disappeared.
“Tzao gao!” Jayne exclaimed, repeating his sentiment from the previous night. "Why couldn't I meet someone like that?"
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Shower Room
Pain closed the door behind as they entered the shower room. After locking it, he turned around and was immediately jumped upon by Tommy. The kissing and groping were fierce between the two. They only took breaks so that Pain could turn the water on and get it up to the desired hotness, as well as take off each others' clothing.
With Tommy still attached to him, their tongues entwined with each other and hands roaming all over their bodies, Pain backed over to the comm and fumbled to shut it off. Once he managed to pull off that task, he broke off the kissing and watched the steam rise in the air.
Turning his attention back to Tommy, Pain asked with a smile, "So, Tommy. I've been meanin' to ask this ever since you mentioned it at the restaurant."
"What is it?" Tommy asked, tilting her head and pouting.
Pain's smile grew wider as he said, "I was wonderin' how agile you were."
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Tommy and Pain let the steamy water wash over them as they were in the shower. Soap slicked their bodies as Tommy set the pace. It was passionate and searing, their bodies frenzied with the desire building within them.
Pain had his back against the far wall as Tommy wrapped herself around his body in ways he didn’t think possible. Her movements were purposeful, done with the specific goal of pleasuring him as well as herself. Their hands glided over each other’s skin, which only served to fuel the fire. Pain’s head tilted back to rest on the tiled wall and his eyes closed as his embrace of her tightened.
In an effort to prolong their efforts, Tommy switched gears and slowed down considerably as she watched the reaction in his eyes. He opened his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers.
“Ivy…” he whispered. He knew it was Ivy that was present right then. He had learned to recognize whom it was that he was with to at any point during their lovemaking. She knew he knew and reveled in it. No longer did she need to restrict herself to only one of the two halves inside her. No longer did she need to hide. Not since he had learned the truth. Not since she found out he didn’t care. He had accepted both of them just as they were.
“Ivy, you’re not supposed to be here,” he ground out, his body starting to succumb to the pleasure he was experiencing. “It’s her turn.”
“I know,” she whispered back, in between moans. “But I had to, just for a little bit.”
Her head fell back as her eyes fluttered closed. After a moment, she rose to meet his eyes and her technique changed again.
“God, Tommy, I can’t take much more…” he groaned as he nuzzled her neck.
“So don’t.”
With her permission given, he leaned forward, pinned her to the wall just below the shower head and took control himself. She held on for dear life as he led her away from rational thought.
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Shower Room
After their fun ended in a supernova of ecstasy, Pain held onto Tommy for a little bit longer, giving her passionate kisses and whispering how great she was while nibbling on her ear. Finally Pain let Tommy down and they finished washing each off. Once the water was turned off and they had stepped out of the shower, they kissed some more before drying themselves off and getting dressed.
As Tommy finished putting on her shirt, Pain wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissed the top of her head and said with a smile, "OK now we can go see Simon and have him check you out. Then we can move your stuff into my room and go from there."
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After breakfast, John decided to go give the engine a glance over. He'd rather know now if they needed anything than finding out when they weren't going planetside any time soon.
As he began checking over the engine his mind raced. Something about this job just seemed off. Maybe it was the not really knowing a gorram thing part. Or maybe it was the man who brought it to them. His late night psychic rendezvous really had been fruitless. All he had learned was that this man, like everyone on this ship, had a past.
But what if his past came for him? Did he run from it intentionally? Did he have to leave? John knew that if his own past came fro him, which it probably was, he could fight it. He was good at fighting. But could this man fight his? Could Ivy fight hers? Thinking of this reminded him of his promise to the woman. He left the engine room, which looked pretty good, and went to find the captain
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Having ingested as much food as his shrunken stomach could hold, Isahiah set his plate atop the pile by the sink and left the galley. His head was still racked with a painful throb, and he doubted his weakened body would see him through the day after a night without sleep, so he set out for the infirmary, hoping a round of medication would lessen his misery.
As he descended the stairs from the aft hallway, he ran into captain Reynolds. The man was moving up the stairway towards him, treading heavily, his shoulders hunched forward.
"Good morning, captain," Isahiah said. "I hope your night was of the restful kind."
Mal's head jerked up at the sound of his voice. "'Been lookin' for you," he said as he climbed the steps at a steady pace, the gap between the two men closing rapidly.
"And so you found me," Isahiah replied, smiling amiably. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
The answer came in the form of a fist plowing into the side of his face, sending him reeling. He lost his footing on one of the steps and wound up flat on the ground, his head pounding with renewed intensity.
"Right," he started, fingering the area Mal had struck to spot a narrow cut under his left cheekbone. "You want a man's attention, nothing like the tried and true method of brushing a closed hand against his face..." he paused as Mal's fingers curled into the forepart of his shirt, ensuring a firm grip. "For the record, I feel compelled to specify that you do have my undivided attention at the moment..."
Mal manhandled him to his feet and forcefully pinned him against the nearest bulkhead, the force of the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. "Well seeing as we're touchin' upon the subject, I gotta confess I've been a wee bit restless of late," the captain said in a subdued voice, his face literally a breath away from Isahiah's. "Got a lot on my mind at the moment, what with the travelers creating all manner of problems, my crew refusin' to fall in line and you parading around my ship like you just did conquer it now listen up 'cause I'm only gonna say this once: I am sympathetic to your little struggle. Fightin' the good fight, stickin' it up to the Alliance an' everything, that's all music to my ears. I'm even willin' to put up with you bein' perhaps the second most obnoxiously self-important individual I've come across in my entire life. But I need some insurance I'm not walking into a kill zone here. You don't start talking, deal's off."
Isahiah remained mute, trying to assess whether the man was bluffing or not. "Wrong answer," Reynolds decided. The captain clenched his hand in a tight ball and thumped him in the stomach. Isahiah bent over in pain, making a sour face as he felt his breakfast move up his bowels.
"You're lucky I don't just shoot you where you stand for wasting my time," Mal said, eyeing him with a mix of anger and disgust. "Not to mention the fuel..." That thought seemed to stir him more deeply than the rest. "Ta ma duh!" he muttered, drawing his pistol and holding the barrel against Isahiah's temple. "You know, I think I'll take that back," he said. "I might just end up shooting you after all!"
Isahiah got a hold of his breathing and darted a furious look at Reynolds. "Fine!" he spat. He straightened his stance and let go of his gut, letting his arms hang by his sides. "You have questions? Ask them."
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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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Pain and Tommy entered the infirmary and found it empty.
"I'm sure Simon will be here shortly," Pain said as Tommy hopped up on the table. "He knew we were coming."
"I don't mind waiting," she said as she pulled him towards her.
Pain brushed a stray piece of wet hair off her face.
"Me neither."
She leaned forward and brought her lips to his as she pulled herself up against him. His arms wrapped around her as he kissed her back, the passion from the shower not yet sated.
"Hey Ivy," he said as he pulled just an inch away from her lips.
"Hey," she said softly before starting to kiss him again.
He responded to her, as his hands started to roam.
"You better watch out or we'll need another shower," he growled into her ear. "Or Simon might get a rude awakening when he shows up."
"Oh, no!" said a voice from the door. "This is more than enough."
Pain and Ivy froze and looked over.
"Hey Simon. How's your day going so far?" Pain said as a grin spread over his face.
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"Hey Simon. How's your day going so far?" Pain said as a grin spread over his face.
"Very disturbing." Simon replied to Pain. Moving over to Ivy, he said to her, "I'm going to need you to lie down now. I need to perform a scan of your brain."
Ivy looked to Pain, who gave her a reassuring nod and a smile. She smiled back at him and laid down on the exam chair, her hands resting on her stomach.
As Simon readied the scanner, he said to Ivy, "Normally I'd ask if you've gotten the recommend amount of rest for one who has suffered a concussion." He gave Pain a chastising look and continued, "But somehow I don't think that's the case."
Both Pain and Ivy blushed a little, Pain looking at the ground and kicking at some imaginary dust monkeys with his foot.
Bringing the scanner over Ivy's forehead, Simon looked at the monitor on the wall and asked her, "Tell me Ivy, how did you get that skull fracture? I want to know how long your recovery from it was and if you've had any problems associated with it." He looked into her eyes, gave her a doctor-y smile and added, "I'm a doctor, it's my duty to ask for medical reasons."
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Bringing the scanner over Ivy's forehead, Simon looked at the monitor on the wall and asked her, "Tell me Ivy, how did you get that skull fracture? I want to know how long your recovery from it was and if you've had any problems associated with it." He looked into her eyes, gave her a doctor-y smile and added, "I'm a doctor, it's my duty to ask for medical reasons."
Ivy stiffened up and looked over at Pain with an ever so slightly scared look in her eyes. He picked up on it right away, although Simon was too busy with the scan to notice. He crossed over to her side and picked up her hand and held it tight.
“She told you this before, Doc,” Pain said, looking at her reassuringly.
“I know,” he said. “Just wanted to get more detail on recovery time and all.”
"Tractor accident. I was at home doing some Harvest-time work for my Dad," Ivy explained again, reciting the lie verbatim that she had given them the day before. "Wheels got hung up on something and I was thrown. It was a rocky area."
“How long were you out? A couple of minutes? Hours? Days?” Simon asked.
Ivy’s eyes darted back and forth, searching inward for an answer.
“I don’t really… I don’t really remember much,” Ivy said softly.
Pain looked at her closer and was getting more and more concerned. Something that Tommy had told him before rang clear in his head…
"There are certain things, I cannot, under any circumstances, let her remember."
“Maybe there’s someone I can wave? Your dad perhaps?”
“He’s gone.”
“Sorry to hear about that,” Simon said as he studied the results.
“Simon, she’s really tired,” Pain intervened. “I think she needs some rest. I’ll take her back to our bunk now.”
Before Simon could answer back, he helped Ivy up off the table and ushered her quickly out of the door. As they got out of range of the infirmary, he stopped and turned her to face him.
“You OK, babe?” he asked, tilting her eyes up towards his.
She smiled widely at him.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because of Simon grilling you.”
“Simon!” she exclaimed. “I have the perfect plant for him! I need to get it so we can give it to him when we go to see him.”
With that she trotted off towards her room. Pain stood there in her wake. Did she not remember that they were just there? Was it because of the injury or because of the split? How could he find out?
Tommy. Tommy could tell him. He started walking after her, picking up speed as he did.
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"Wait up, baobei!" Pain called after Ivy.
She stopped and let Pain catch up to her before she asked sweetly, "What is it, Pain?"
"Um... OH! I just wanted to ask Tommy somethin' is all." Pain replied giving Ivy a smile. "Can I talk to her?"
"Sure." replied Ivy while they stopped at her room's door. She closed her eyes and reopened them, letting Tommy surface. Tommy smiled at Pain and brought herself closer to him, her eyes looking into his as her hands gliding down and gave his pigu a squeeze while she asked, "What is it that you wanted to ask me, baobei?"
Pain smiled at the groping and returned the favor as any gentleman would do and asked, "Darlin', is Ivy OK?"
"Yes." she said to him, a bit puzzled. "Why do you ask?"
"Because we just left Simon in the infirmary, yet she said she needed to pick out a plant for him when go see him, when we just did see him." he replied, a worried look in his eyes.
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"Because we just left Simon in the infirmary, yet she said she needed to pick out a plant for him when go see him, when we just did see him." he replied, a worried look in his eyes.
“We’ve seen him already?” Tommy asked Pain, looking back towards the infirmary. She looked back at Pain with a confused look on her face. “Are you sure?”
Pain’s stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right. Something was definitely way rutting wrong. He reached out and grabbed her hand.
“Tommy, maybe we ought to go back to see Simon. You’re scaring me,” Pain said as he drew her to him. “Something ain’t right.”
Tommy paused for a second, looking hard inside herself.
“Wait…” she said incredulously. “She’s blocking me…”
“What?” Pain said as he pushed her back far enough to look into her face. His face etched with concern.
“She’s scared. Scared that we’ll move in and…”
“And what?”
Tommy looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“And the sex won’t be enough anymore. That you’ll want someone that’s whole,” Tommy told him. “She wants to be whole and she thinks by finding out what happened-”
Tommy’s eyes widened fearfully as her knees buckled. Pain kept her from falling and lowered her to the floor, kneeling next to her.
“Tommy? Tommy? What’s going on?”
“No… Don’t look. Don’t look. Please, don’t look,” Tommy whimpered softly. She looked up at Pain with pleading eyes. “Help me.”
Pain sat down and pulled her into his lap, rocking her.
“Don’t look, bao bei. Do what Tommy says. Don’t look,” he implored softly. “Let’s think this through together. Ask me what I think. Ask me, don’t just assume. Just stop looking. For me, stop looking, babe. For me.”
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Pain continued rocking back and forth with Ivy in his lap, constantly reassuring her that everything was going to be alright. He held her close to him so she could feel his warmth in his words as well as his body. While he did that he wondered what it was that Tommy didn't want Ivy to know. What was it that made her crumple to the floor weeping. He wanted to know so badly that he even wondered if he should talk to Simon about it once he had some away time from Ivy and Tommy. Pain couldn't help but think that maybe the scars on her back had something to do with this.
Ivy had started to calm down now, he could feel it in her breathing. He nuzzled her neck and asked, "You feelin' better now, baobei?"
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"You feelin' better now, baobei?"
"If you don't want me to move in now, I'd understand," Ivy said.
"I never said that," Pain reassured her. "Hell, Ivy, I want you there. Both of you. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure."
"But what if later..."
"Listen to me," he said tilting her chin up so she could see his eyes. "I'm not going to discuss what could's and what if's. When I asked you to move in, I knew the score. It's not something you just sprung on me. Nobody is without their issues. You're just different than most. More complex."
He grinned at her.
"And I like complex women," he told her. "Never a dull moment."
Ivy smiled widely at that.
"So you still want me?"
Pain leaned down and kissed her soundly.
"I want you," he confirmed. "Now no more looking, OK?"
"OK."
"And don't ever do that to Tommy again."
"I won't."
"And just talk to me. I will always be there for those I care for."
"I promise."
"Now let's get your stuff," he said as they stood up. "Hope it isn't going to involve me making a million trips getting it all upstairs."
She giggled softly.
"You'd be surprised."
After all, she knew that she only had one bag. A small bag. 3 outifts, one set of PJs, some toiletries, a couple of small *emphasizing small* mementos and two chocolate bars.
And if that didn't shock him, the amount of plants she had stuffed in her room sure would.
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"Where'd you come from?" John had walked into the tail end of the...conversation.
"Good question," Mal said looking back at John. Now that he was here lying would be difficult. "And no short answer either. I want to know how you got to where we picked you up."
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They made it over to Ivy's room without any further incidents happening. Pain decided to be a gentleman and with a smile, opened the door for Ivy.
Ivy smiled in return at Pain and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." came Pain's reply as he watched her enter. Upon his own entrance, Pain's lower jaw almost hit the floor when he saw her plants.
"Tzao gao!" he exclaimed. "It's like a jungle in here!" He turned to Ivy and asked, "Should I be worried about gettin' jumped by monkeys or pounced on by a panther in here?"
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"I do admit that it is a little tight in here," Ivy said as she looked around. "But the only thing you are in danger of being jumped by is me."
She gave him an ever so slight grope and smiled at him.
"But right now, I need to check my plants. Can you wait for me?"
"Sure."
Pain watched mesmerized as she bent and twisted between the terrariums so she could get a good look at each and every one.
Agile indeed, he thought.
"This one has a damaged light source," she reported. "I'll need to get a new one. Maybe we could make a stop by the grain store I used before?"
"Uh huh..." Pain absently said as he tilted his head a little as he watched her move, checking the rest of the plants.
When she was done, she slung her very small duffle over her shoulder and then grabbed the terrarium with the plant she wanted to give Simon.
"That's it. I'm done."
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"That's it. I'm done."
"That's it?" Pain asked, looking at the duffel bag slung over her back as they walked back to the infirmary. "I thought for sure I was goin' to have to lug a ton of bags up to my bunk."
Ivy turned her head towards Pain and said with a smile, "You could always carry up my stuff one by one."
Pain chuckled and replied, "Yeah I don't think I have that much room in my bunk for all those plants of yours. Maybe one or two of the smaller ones to put on the desk, but definitely not all of them."
"Which ever one's shall I choose?" Ivy replied, complete with fake swooning.
Pain stuck his tongue out at her and said, "Surprise me." Once they reached the door to the infirmary, Pain knocked on the frame and said, "Hey, Simon, guess who it is again."
Simon turned around and groaned, "Oh no. What's wrong now?"
"Nothin'." Pain replied with a smile. "Ivy just wanted to give you somethin' is all."
Pain stepped aside and waited to see the look on Simon's face when Ivy gave him his present.
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"Hey Simon," Ivy said as she carried in the terrarium. "I wanted to give you this, for being so nice to me."
She set it down on the counter as Simon looked at it. It was a green leafy plant that resembled lettuce, but the pieces were thicker.
"You got me lettuce?" Simon asked, then smiled graciosuly. "Thank you."
Ivy smiled at him, because she was expecting this reaction.
"No silly. This is called Drowton's Leaf," she told him. "It has medicinal properties. Thought it might come in handy sometime. Plus it smells nice, like lavender."
"Medicinal properties?" Simon asked as he leaned into it, taking a deep breath. "It does smell good."
"Although there are drugs out there that are easier to procure, Drowton's leaf can be used for many purposes," she started as she peeled off a piece. "You can use it as a mild pain killer, helps to ward off infection or absorb toxins."
"Really?" Simon asked as he peered down at the leaf.
"Yep. Here's an example," she said as she turned back to Pain. "Babe, take off your shirt."
"What?" Pain said looking at Simon.
"Take off your shirt and hop up here on the table," she repeated. Warily, he did as she asked.
Simon took a good look at Pain's bruising from his fight with 13.
"Dear God, Pain. 13 do that to you? Maybe I should do a scan, check for cracked ribs..."
"I'm fine doc. Just a little tender."
"Where?" Simon asked. as he started looking closer.
As Simon checked out Pain, Ivy took the leaf and roughed the outside of it, revealing a gelly like inside (think of Aloe). She walked over to the table as Simon poked a particularly tender spot on Pain's ribs.
"Ow!" Pain said, looking annoyed at Simon. "That hurts!"
Ivy took that chance to apply the leaf straight to his skin. Pain winced a little when she did so, but he didn't move it. She held it on there as she talked to Simon.
"It takes a couple minutes, but it does reduce the pain."
Simon looked at her skeptically, but as she held it there, Pain could feel something changing.
"Hey, it's gettng cold!" he said. Then a few seconds later, "It feels kinda good."
Ivy took off the leaf and rubbed the rest of the gel into Pain's skin. He barely moved.
"Feels a lot better doesn't it?"
"Actually... It does."
Simon picked up the leaf and scrutinized it. Ivy went and poured some disinfectant on the counter, took the leaf from Simon's hand and laid it, gel side down in the middle of the spill. To his amazement, the leaf quickly absorbed the liquid.
"Does that with toxins too," she said.
"Amazing," Simon said. as he started to touch it. Ivy wiped it into the trash before he could.
"You don't want to mess with it after. You could transfer the toxin if you don't watch out. I'd use gloves to dispose of it," she told Simon. "Now I know there are drugs out there that probably do a better job with less mess, but it fit your personality with it being a medicinal plant and it does smell good. I hope you like it."
"It's very nice. Thank you!"
"It's my pleasure. If you have any questions, you could ask me any time," she said as she picked up her duffle. "We'll leave you to your work now."
Simon was still studying the plant when they walked out of there and up towards the galley.
"You should see what happens when it is eaten in small quantities," Ivy whispered to Pain.
"What does it do?"
"Doesn't matter," she said as she smiled smugly. "We don't need help in that department."
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"I told you," Isahiah said, his voice wavering with anger. "My ship broke down, I had to bail out..."
"You're straining my patience something awful here, Izzy," Mal said, repeatedly driving the muzzle of his gun into Isahiah's chest as he spoke. "You keep at it your body'll never make it to Beylix."
Isahiah angrily swatted the gun away. "Enough!" he vociferated, the veins in his neck pulsing with such violence they threatened to burst. "If you're so anxious to acquire information that could endanger the lives of everyone on this ship, so be it! Just pray you don't come to regret it."
Mal rolled his eyes upward. "Spill it 'fore I start beatin' on you again."
Isahiah reclined against the bulkhead and drew a deep breath to gather his composure before answering. "I'm a member of an underground organization whose object is to subvert and disrupt Alliance operations throughout the Rim and beyond."
"Freedom fighters," Mal snickered. "You disappoint me, Izzy."
"Captain, you'd be well advised not to trivialize the seriousness of this matter," Isahiah warned somberly.
"Well, you'll have to forgive me for not thinking the world of your advice at the moment" Mal replied, cracking a sardonic smile. "Tell me about that ship you were on. You said it had some kind of malfunction?"
The topic seemed to stir up Isahiah's ire. "It suffered a catastrophic and ostensibly fortuitous engine failure, yes," he said, his voice tainted with a bitter venom.
"Ostensibly fortuitous?" Mal repeated, frowning inquisitively.
"Anyone who's spent time around fusion reactors knows they don't just go off without warning," Isahiah explained. "Their very design hinges on a set of scientific propositions that systematically rule out the possibility of an accidental occurrence triggering an explosive event. Yet when the Dandelion's core went critical, it detonated with enough energy to eclipse a comet."
Mal's brows arched incredulously. "You sayin' someone rigged it to blow?"
Isahiah shook his head sideways. "I don't know," he said, his anger now mellowed with dejection.
"Whaddaya mean, you don't know? You were there!"
"I was unconscious in the moments prior to the ship's demise." He gestured to the line of stitches that spanned his brow. "By the time I came round, there was nothing to be done to save the ship, the activity within the core had already begun to spiral out of control. Although I was dazed and considerably shaken up as a result of my injury, I still had enough sense to realize that, and I made off."
"And... here you are."
"And here I am," Isahiah echoed with an affirmative nod.
"How'd that come about?" Mal asked, waving his gun at the sewing work that streaked Isahiah's forehead.
Isahiah shrugged. "I have little to no recollection of what transpired earlier that day, but I don't think it would be too much of a stretch to assume that I was struck down and left for dead."
"Yeah, I reckon that stands to reason," Mal quipped, smirking.
"I haven't the slightest idea of who could've perpetrated such an act," Isahiah continued. "All I know is I can't see it having been one of the crew."
"I hate to tell ya Izzy, but it does sound like an inside job to me."
"I have no doubt it does." A shadow passed over his face for a fleeting moment. "But ours was a close-knit group, I can vouch for it, and if there's one thing my line of work has taught me, it is that things are seldom as they appear."
"Fair enough." Mal sheathed his gun, the toil of holding it out for a prolonged length of time having begun to spawn cramps in the muscles in his fingers and wrist, and folded his arms across his chest. "So what becomes of you now?"
"Captain, you've already made it plain that I don't have much of a say on the matter," Isahiah stated phlegmatically. "My business offer still stands though, provided that you're still disposed to uphold your end of it."
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"Doesn't matter," she said as she smiled smugly. "We don't need help in that department."
"No we don't." Pain replied, a devilish grin on his face. As they were halfway up the stairs, Pain heard the raised voices of Mal and Isahiah. Placing a hand on Ivy's arm, he smiled and said, "Perhaps we should take the scenic route."
"Why?" Ivy asked, cute and confused.
"Sounds like the captain's havin' some choice words with our new guest and I don't wan't us gettin' caught in the middle." Pain answered, turning around.
The two of them headed back down the stairs and walked across the cargo bay. 13 was leaning on the railing on the catwalk near Shuttle #2, watching the two lovebirds traverse the expanse. He turned up the frequency of his hearing processors and listened in on what they were talking about.
"When are we landing on Beylix?" Ivy asked Pain.
"Noonish I believe." Pain replied. The mercenary leaned over and whispered. "I can't say for sure because I was bein' distracted by a cute cookin' assistant."
13 sneered at their giggling and gripped the railing hard enough that it started to slowly bend. He looked down at the railing and eased his grip once he saw what he did. The captain wasn't going to be happy about that one bit. If his little spat with Isahiah was any clue to 13, then he'd probably blow his top if he saw the damaged railing. 13 shrugged it off with nary a second thought. He could always just bend it back into somewhat decent shape.
"So do you still have to talk with the captain?" Ivy asked Pain, pouting a little as they neared the stairs.
Pain's upper teeth tugged at his lower lip for a moment, then smiled and said, "Maybe. It just depends on if'n he's too preoccupied with Isahiah."
The two of them continued up the stairs and entered the foredeck. Pain walked over to his bunk's hatch and kicked it open.
Gesturing to the entrance, he bowed slightly and said, "After you, baobei."
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"After you, baobei."
She climbed down the ladder and dropped her bag on the bed. Pain followed down after her.
"Where should I put my stuff?" she asked as she pulled them out of her duffle. Just a couple of outfits and miscellaneous other items.
"We could put your stuff in my foot locker for now," Pain said. "I really thought women were supposed to have more things with them when they traveled."
"I suppose I would if I had more. I'm just..." she started. "Well, I'm just not used to having much."
Pain looked down at what she had.
"You weren't kidding about the not having much part," he remarked. "What is that? Two outifts?"
"Three if you count what I'm wearing now. And a pair of PJs."
"Well, you won't need those much anymore," Pain grinned. He made notice that what she did have was a neutral style, nothing actually overwhelmingly feminine. "Maybe we should go shopping when we get to Beylix. If we have time, that is."
"I'm sure I'll be fine."
"No. We'll go shopping. My treat. We'll get some girly clothes. You don't even have a dress."
"That's awfully generous of you, but I really am OK."
Pain pulled her close and kissed her.
"Maybe the clothes could be for me. A nice dress to go out on the town," he said. Then his voice dropped down a couple of octaves. "A couple of frilly things just to make you feel sexy."
They kissed some more.
"I don't need clothes to feel sexy," she whispered to him as he nibbled on her ear. "I would have thought you figured that out by now."
Her hands slid up the front of his shirt, her fingers ghosting over every muscle she came in contact with.
"Just let me take you shopping. I want to," he pleaded. "Just let me do this."
She pulled his shirt off over his head as he started to unbutton her shirt.
"OK. I'll go," she acquiesced. "But you have to help pick. Based on what I own now, I might need to some help."
"Absolutely," Pain agreed as he slid her shirt off, then picking her up and kissing her firmly. "Absolutely."
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Pain set Ivy down on his desk and said in between kisses as he began to free her from her pants, "I could use some new clothes myself." As he slid them off, he continued, "You could help me out with them as well."
Ivy's hands started to unbuckle Pain's pants as his hands and mouth roamed over her body. She let out a moan as Pain kissed her neck and murmured, "I'd love that."
She managed to slide his pants off as their lips met again. Pain pulled her close and started with slow rhythmic motions. His callused hands gently massaged her breasts as her's ran through his hair, their lips still locked in a war of passion.
"Pain?" she managed to say after a momentary lip breach. "Are you sure we have time for this?"
"We'll make the time, darlin'." he said reassuringly before kissing and sucking on her neck. Bringing his forehead to her's, Pain repeated before resuming their tongue wrestling, "We'll make the time."
As they continued their lovemaking, Pain's thrusting seemingly in tune with their heart rates, the desk started squeaking ever so slightly.
"Pain?" Ivy moaned, raking her fingers down his back.
"Yeah, baobei?" he rasped, in between kisses. "What is it?"
"Are you sure it's safe to be doing this on the desk?" she asked, before letting out another moan.
"Quite certain, darlin'." replied Pain, looking into her eyes. He smiled and added while his hips moved back and forth, "She just needs a little oilin' is all."
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It sounded a little more serious than “a little oil.” And where exactly would you oil a desk anyway? But it didn’t take long before she didn’t really care. Pain was the only thing she thought of.
This time, it was his show from the beginning. Well, almost the beginning. He had kissed her first, but she was the one who started the clothing removal process. The rest was all him. His speed, his rhythm and the fact he had her sprawled across his desk.
In the short amount of time they had known each other, he had learned so much about her body. She almost thought he had to be a reader because knew where, when and how to touch her at the exact right time. He even knew which way to move. All of it done for their mutual pleasure. She was being consumed by him. She desired him at a level she never felt for anyone else before. She wanted this man, this man called Pain.
“Pain?” she exhaled as shudders of pleasure ran up her spine.
He acknowledged her with a soft grunt as he nuzzled her neck, never breaking stride.
“What’s your…” she started as a moan interrupted her speech. “Your real name?”
He looked into her eyes and smiled before leaning his mouth to her ear. He whispered to her then started kissing down her neck while his hands set a trail of fire across her skin. She couldn’t resist any longer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight while he took her to a level she never conceived to be reachable.
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"That was just.. wow." Ivy managed to let out as she sat up and tried to catch her breath.
She had enough time to get in a few breaths before Pain's mouth connected with hers' and they started to share a slow, passionate, lingering kiss. Ivy's hands glided over Pain's muscular arms as his ran up and down her back.
Breaking off their kiss, they touched foreheads and Pain asked with a smile, "You up for some cuddlin', baobei, or did you have other things on your mind?"
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"You up for some cuddlin', baobei, or did you have other things on your mind?"
Ivy was still out of breath, but she pulled herself as close to Pain as she could. She started to kiss him, her tongue doing a slow dance with his while her hands roamed over his body.
"Bed, please," she said softly.
Pain lifted her up, carried her to the bed and they both slid under the covers. She resumed her actions of kissing and touching. After a while, she pulled away from him.
"I always have other things on my mind when it comes to you," she said to him as she wiggled her hips a little. "What would you like to do?"
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"I always have other things on my mind when it comes to you," she said to him as she wiggled her hips a little. "What would you like to do?"
"Well." Pain replied, giving Ivy another kiss. "I'd like to continue with the kissin' and the touchin', baobei." Lifting up the covers, he peered under them, then looked back at Ivy. With a sly smile, he added, "Of course if'n you're up to it, I am up for another round of fun." The smile grew wider as he said, "We can make it interestin' too if'n you'd like."
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"We can make it interestin' too if'n you'd like."
"Interesting?" she asked as she slid up his body so that her face was even with his. "Are you trying to tell me that the excitement is gone already?"
He chuckled a little as she feigned a pout as she let her hands wander over his body. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close as he exhaled deeply.
"What kind of interesting thing do you suggest?" she asked.
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"What kind of interesting thing do you suggest?" she asked.
"Rest." Pain simply stated.
"Rest?" Ivy repeated, arching one of her eyebrows. "How is that interesting?"
"Yes." answered Pain, running a hand through her hair. "Rest. And it's interestin' in that it gives us time to recharge our batteries before our next romp in the hay."
"You're a strange man, baobei." Ivy said with a smile.
Pain returned the smile and replied, "Yes, well strange is my middle name."
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Pain. Maybe even emottional trauma radiated from the man. Denial, Betrayal. Two emotion that tended to go together. John looked at Izzy and felt sorry. This man had been a freedom fighter, something John could definately identify with, but had he and his crew done it the right way. Or had this man been lost, as well. Maybe he had been to harsh on the man, but John believed in second chances. There was just one more thing that lingered in his suspicions. "He's not lying, sir. But ask him about the job." "Don't give me orders." "Sorry" "Now, tell me about the job."
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Rest? Ivy was surprised. She thought he was ready for another go around, but he chose rest. She cuddled up to him, feeling the warmth of his body. After a couple of minutes, she sat up.
“I really need a drink of water. Would you like one?” she asked. He groaned as she slid away from him, swinging her legs over to the floor.
“Can’t it wait? You know you want to stay,” Pain said, trying to lure her back. “The water can wait.”
“You’re cold aren’t you,” she asked him, seeing through his complaints.
Pain grinned sheepishly.
“Well… yeah.”
“I’ll be fast. I’m just parched,” she said as she looked back at him. “Do you want some?”
“Sure. I could use some too.”
Ivy hopped up and took a couple of steps before coming to an abrupt halt. Her arms stretched out to either side, like she was reaching for something. She swayed a bit.
“Babe?” Pain asked her as he sat up.
“I feel…” she started to say, her voice unnaturally soft.
Her eyes rolled back a bit and she began to fall. With unnatural speed, Pain leapt from the bed and caught her before she hit the floor.
“Ivy?” he called to her concern clear in his voice. Quickly, he picked her up and laid her down on the bed. “Ivy?”
He was about to head over to the comm to call Simon when she spoke to him.
“I’m sorry. I just got a bit dizzy.”
“A BIT?” he chastised. “You fainted.”
“No. I’m fine. I was just dizzy. I was trying to right myself.”
“Ivy, you fainted.”
“No. I remember losing balance and you catching me. You put me over here,” she said as she opened her eyes to look at him. “Just dizzy. I promise.”
Pain leaned over her and kissed her soundly.
“You scared me,” he said.
“Sorry. I didn’t expect it. I’ve felt so good today.”
“I was right about the rest,” he told her as he started to get dressed. “You stay here. I’m going to go get you some food. You’ll eat it and then it’s off to nappy land for you.
“Maybe I should call Simon,” he continued as he zipped his fly and reached for a shirt.
“No. I’m really OK. Room’s not spinning no more.”
“You scared me,” he repeated.
“I’m fine. Concussions don’t go away in a day. I just think we overdid it a bit,” she said as she smiled at him.
“Fair enough,” he said as he stepped up on the first rung. “I’ll be back in a jif.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Rest. I do feel tired, she thought. He was right to suggest it.
Pain wasn’t gone 30 seconds before she fell asleep.
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Pain could still hear Mal and John talking to Isahiah from the pantry, so at least he knew Mal was preoccupied with that to talk to him. He looked through the pantry and wondered what to get Ivy to eat.
He scanned every shelf at least a few dozen times, racking his brain over what she'd want. It was mostly protein in there with a few non-protein items scattered here and there. He hoped this job of theirs was of the good paying variety, because they desperately needed some food with some taste to it. Perhaps they could get some real meat, veggies, and eggs for once instead of the pre-prepared, dehydrated, or vacuum packed go-se they usually bought.
Finally he just shrugged and picked the last bag of grapes. Closing the pantry's door behind him, Pain made his way back to his bunk. Well it was now Ivy and his bunk. Nonetheless Pain opened the hatch and climbed on down.
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Once he closed the hatch, Pain started to open the bag and said, "OK, baobei, I got you a bag of grapes. It was the only thing in there that resembled food."
He looked up and saw that Ivy was sleeping already. Pain walked over to the bed and knelt down. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he mused while admiring her, "You sure are cute when you're sleepy."
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Isahiah wrinkled his brow, his gaze swerving from Mal to John and back again. "What is he an ex-cop or something or other?"
"Yeah, summin like that," Mal said offhandedly. "You know, I'd appreciate it if you'd cut the skewin' around and stick to my questions from now on, I've got a meeting I need to see about 'fore we hit the Beylix docks.
"I see, well then I shall endeavor to keep my answers as brief and succinct as possible," Isahiah replied. "What exactly is it you wish to know?"
"Well, first thing you'll wanna tell me more about the location, 'cause as things stand now my ship ain't goin' nowhere near it."
Isahiah nodded understandingly. "Very well," he said. "I was truthful yesterday. The Kentmountain installation was the base from whence my crew and I operated, and one of the movement's most secure strongholds in this sector of the system. We stopped there to replenish our fuel cells, effectuate repairs when needed, unload the proceeds of our travels, or simply for some quality R&R..."
"See now, two things," Mal interjected. "A: That ain't brief nor succinct. An' B: Gripping a tale as that is, I confess I'm more interested in how the place is fitted out to deal with incoming ships..."
Isahiah held up a mollifying hand. "Captain you needn't be concerned with the safety of your ship on this trip," he said. To the best of his recollection, the facility's lone defense had always been its remoteness. "I can assure you that it is in no danger of being brought down or damaged in any way."
"Oh, can you?" Mal retorted, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Whaddaya think John? Talk to me."
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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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A cop. John snorted at the thought. "I say we take it if it pays. We can always shoot him later. Plus, we can handle this one." The man had at least put his fears to rest a little, but those security things could come back on and knowing this ship they would. River waiting for your command to land. John turned and walked toward his room to gather supplies for the job, he was ready to start.
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"All right, we'll deal," Mal said stiffly. " But don't go thinking you're gettin' off home free. You've hid things from me Izzy, an' I take exception to that." He inched his face ever closer to Isahiah's as he spoke. "I'm gonna be watchin' you every step o' the way, an' if I get the slightest inkling that you're up to something improper so help me I will shoot you down. Do we have an understanding?"
Isahiah couldn't help but recoil a touch at the overbearing hostility that Mal radiated. "We certainly do," he said.
"Good!" Mal barked as he turned and walked off. "Now go get yourself cleaned up an' grab a coat, you an' I are headin' out as soon as we hit the ground. I wanna collect on that advance you promised me."
"An' it damn well better have some weight to it!" he warned as he disappeared up the stairs.
Isahiah slumped against the bulkhead as the captain's leaden footsteps faded into distance. "Oh, what a great day this is gonna be," he rasped, kneading the back of his neck. "I need a rutting drink."
The Bridge
Mal climbed the short stairway leading to the foremost section of the ship and stooped lightly to get his head through the narrow hatchway as he came into the bridge. River sat at the wheel with her legs folded together, absently munching at a somewhat sour-looking piece of fruit, her eyes lost in idle contemplation. "Anybody home?" he asked.
River stirred from her reverie and laid her stark, beady gaze upon him. "You beat up on the scoundrel," she stated placidly.
"An' loved every second of it," he assured her. He gazed at the cosmic scenery through the bridge aperture. "'That Beylix I see balloonin' outside my cockpit window?"
River nodded a yes as she cast a surveying glance at a set of dials to her right.
"All right, take us in," he ordered. "Don't go straight for the Hedons though, instead set her down near New Allansburgh. I wanna hoard up on fuel an' eats 'case we need to make a speedy exit."
"Wilco, captain." She reached above her head to flip a row of switches then tightly wrapped her hands around the stick, her face stiff with concentration as Serenity came against the outermost layers of Beylix's atmosphere.
"An' take the long way 'round," Mal continued as he turned to leave. "I've got some in-house business I need to settle before we land."
She didn't verbally acknowledge his last command, yet he didn't doubt that it had been understood and would be seen through, and walked out of the bridge, leaving the helm in River's care. He couldn't fathom how or when he had grown to trust her so implicitly as to leave her in charge of the ship's flight with nary a second thought, but the fact remained that he had, and her stellar piloting had given him no sort of reason to withdraw that trust.
He stopped before the hatch leading down to Pain's bunk and forcibly thumped on it. "Pain, get your ass up here on the double. We gotta talk."
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Grayson sat down on a nearby chair. Dozens of people had passed by him, but at the sight of his badge and the alert for Ivy, they all too quickly denied any knowledge and shied away from him.
"So the official route isn't going to work here," he thought.
He put the badge and alert away and simply pulled out a picture of Ivy. He stopped the next group of people.
"Have you seen this girl? She's my neice and is a little mentally unstable. She's run away and I'm afraid she's gotten herself in trouble."
To his surprise, the people stopped and looked intently at Ivy's likeness.
"No," said the customer. "I haven't seen this young lady. Sorry."
As he was talking to the one group, another group of men come in and made their way up to the counter.
"Name's Dex," he said. "I'm here to pick up my order."
Grayson's ears perked up and he made his way towards the man.
Official or family?" he asked himself, wondering which tactic might work best for him this time.
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Pain and Ivy's Bunk
Pain had fallen asleep while watching Ivy. His head was resting near hers' while he still knelt before her, the bag of grapes still clutched in his hand. He awoke to the sound of someone thumping on his hatch and woke up.
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"Pain, get your ass up here on the double. We gotta talk."
Pain blinked and shook his head, then looked at Ivy. She stirred a little, but was still sleeping. He kissed her softly on the forehead and stood up, gently placing the bag of grapes where his head had lain. Pain climbed up his ladder and quietly opened the hatch before stepping out to face Mal.
Outside Pain and Ivy's Bunk
As he closed the hatch as quietly as he had opened it, Pain said to the captain, "So. Does this mean I get to punch you in the jaw this time, sir?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Simon stood hunched over the infirmary counter, poring over the many charts that denoted the state of his medical supplies. The figures didn't make sense, like something was missing. He hated to think that someone might have plundered his stock, yet he couldn't wantonly discard that scenario, as there was no shortage of seedy individuals coming through his infirmary on a regular basis. He was determined to look more deeply into it before reporting it to the captain though. He feared that the man's already impossible disposition would devolve into something truly ghastly should he come to learn that passengers had been helping themselves to the medical supplies.
Drawn away from his investigation by the sound approaching footsteps, he straightened and spun his head toward the doorway to see Isahiah walk in with a tumefied face and a distinct stiffness to his gait.
"Oh there you are," he said. "I was beginning to wonder if the captain would ever let go of you."
"Yes, and to be perfectly honest with you, so was I," Isahiah replied as he rested his bottom on top of the infirmary bed. "I think I might have antagonized him further then I originally intended to."
"If it's any consolation, I don't think he ever harbored a particular fondness for me either," Simon shrugged as he pulled a drawer open and reached for his sewing kit and a vial of Iodine.
"But you have that trauma surgeon skill set going for you. Doubtless he can ill afford to part with that."
"Yeah, well believe it or not, that hasn't stopped him from exerting violence on me when the mood struck him. Lie back."
Isahiah did as he was asked as reclined on the bed, stifling a groan as his bruised ribs twinged in protestion. "Captain Reynolds doesn't seem a man very considerate of his allies." he observed.
Simon produced a white piece of fabric and soused it with disinfectant. "I guess he has his moments," he said. "You'll want to close your eyes."
Isahiah complied and vowed not to flinch as Simon brushed the acrid smelling cloth across the gash that traced the line of his cheekbone.
"Any other notable injury or ailment you'd have me take a look at?" the doctor asked, looking to divert him from the discomfort of the moment.
"Why yes, now that you mention it, I was just on my way to see you when I ran into captain Reynolds... or rather, he ran into me, but no matter. I've been having the most intolerable headaches..."
"I see." Simon said. He pulled the cloth from Isahiah's face and walked over to the farthest end of the counter where he dropped it down a small chute before turning back to face his patient. "It might be an aftereffect of the prolonged state of dehydration you've suffered through," he diagnosed. "Have you made an earnest effort to try and keep your fluid levels up?"
"Probably not," Isahiah admitted.
"Then I advise you go ahead and do that. Drink two or more cups of water per hour for the next couple of days. If the pain persists then come back and we'll look into other means of treatment."
"Yes doctor, thank you."
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Outside Pain's Bunk
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Originally posted by DRPAIN: "So. Does this mean I get to punch you in the jaw this time, sir?"
"Is that the way you want to do this?" asked Mal rather coldly.
"Depends on where you want to take it." replied Pain, returning Mal's coldness with some of his own.
"She's a passenger, Pain." replied Mal as he spoke about Ivy. "One who's steppin' foot off this boat once we're dirtside."
"You know that for a fact, captain?" Pain said, crossing his arms across his chest and looking into Mal's eyes.
"Surely as I know my own ship like the back of my hand, Pain." replied Mal, matching the bigger man's gaze. "Ain't nothin' goin' to change that."
"I think you're wrong about that, sir." growled Pain. "I've already moved her into my bunk."
Mal let out a stupefied chuckle and shook his head. Looking up at Pain, he scoffed and said, "Ta ma duh, Pain! I'm really thinkin' 13 was right about you bein' strung around her little finger! Sounds to me like you care about her!" He could tell the big man was getting angry and continued, "Do you honestly think she's goin' be stayin' aboard my ship and what? Be part of the crew just so you two can rutt each other all willy nilly and the like?"
Pain uncrossed his arms, his hands flexing as he growled, "First off, her bunk's filled with plants and she's got no place to sleep in there, which is way I graciously provided my bunk to her! Secondly, what me and Ivy do in our bunk is none of your ruttin' business! Ain't my gorramn fault you can't get a woman! Lastly, if'n you'd give her a chance she'd be able to prove herself a valuable part of the team!"
"Give her a chance? Give HER a chance!?" scoffed Mal, not believing for one second what he was hearing. "What's she goin' to do, Pain? Commune with the plant life of every single inhabited planet and moon we step foot on? Is she goin' to make money grow on one of her trees?" Mal pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. Finally he said to Pain, "Pain I'm thinkin' your mind's become befud..."
Pain's left fist connected with Mal's jaw hard enough to knock the man flat to the floor. Pain's anger had been bottled up from the moment Mal said that he planned on having Ivy leave once they landed. It started to bubble when he scoffed at Pain and Ivy's relationship. It finally burst out of the bottle when Mal brushed off Ivy's usefulness to the crew. That was when Pain clenched his left hand into a tight first and hurled it at Mal's jaw like a heat seeking missile.
"Saw that comin' a mile away." Jayne said, standing in the galley's doorway. He had been watching Mal and Pain's argument since the beginning.
Pain ignored Jayne's comment as he looked at Mal laying prone on the floor. Pain was glad that his captain was still breathing, but he was still seething with anger at the man. As Mal checked to make sure his jaw wasn't broken, Pain said to him, "Give. Her. A. Chance. Let her show you that she can be useful to us."
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Ivy rolled over in the bed with a smile plastered on her face. She was dreaming.
The jungle was steamy hot, water droplets hung in the air like it had just rained. She stepped around plants and over roots looking…
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“Hey babe,” she heard him say. She looked up and there stood Pain, leaning up against a large tree, absolutely naked. She sidled up next to him and pressed her own bare body against his. He picked her up, leading her mouth to his as he savagely took possession of it. He turned her around pinning her up against the tree as his hands wandered. Her head fell back as she moaned, baring her throat to him. He starting setting a tantalizing rhythm when she heard a big thump from above her. She looked up into the trees wondering what kind of thing could make a noise like that in the jungle. Then it was followed by angry male voices.
And like that, her dream slipped away. She noticed Pain wasn’t next to her and then remembered that he was supposed to talk to Mal. She slipped on one of Pain’s T-shirts and climbed quickly up the ladder to the foredeck.
Sure enough, Mal was lying on his back, checking to make sure his jaw was still attached to his face.
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"Give. Her. A. Chance. Let her show you that she can be useful to us."
The argument and subsequent punch was all about her. She looked at Pain, who was clearly angry, then down at Mal, who seemed less than happy either.
"I know you don't like me, Captain, but Pain is important to me," Ivy said, her eyes pleading with him. "I can be helpful. Just let me try. Please?"
Mal sat up, still rubbng his jaw.
"Fine," he said flatly. "We have a job later. Might need some help."
"Mal," Pain started. "She's no soldier-"
"Gorram it, Pain!" Mal hissed. "I wouldn't put her on the front line."
Ivy patted Pain on the arm and smiled widely.
"No. It's OK. I want to help. It'll be just shiny!" she said as she looked back at Mal. "You can count on me, Sir."
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John had felt the distinctly male emotions as he walked to the bridge. The desire to prove oneself with violence was a mixture that John could never mistake. Anger, with a little bit of pride thrown in. He rushed up to the hallway hoping to stop the fight before it got to rough, but was happy to find it had dissapated. Mal stood there with Ivy and Pain. He had promised to talk with him, too late. "Captain!" John called as he approached them. "Pain! Don't we have enough trouble without intercrew disputes happening every few minutes. Mal if you trust Pain or me and we trust Ivy then you need to trust Ivy." He pushed past them and continued to the bridge.
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Simon removed a needle from the stitching kit and briefly held it under a germicidal lamp to rid it of all bacterial contaminants before moving in to sew up the wound. A transient quiver shook the muscles of his patient's face as he poked the needle through the skin. "You know, I think I've finally managed to place you," he said.
"Oh did you?" Isahiah replied, his inflection rendered rigid by the sting of the suturing.
"Osiris, tunnel 86A. The man with the eyepatch."
"Very impressive doctor Tam," he congratulated, smothering a smile so as not to interfere with Simon's handiwork. "As I recall it, I had gone to great lengths to alter my appearance. What gave me away?"
"You did look vastly different from what you do now," Simon conceded. "Different complexion, different eye color, the mustache—which, as an aside, you did well not to hold on to..."
"Oh! That dreadful thing!" Isahiah chuckled, a look of fond reminiscence playing about his face. "I remember seeing duplicates of it cropping up around me for months after I had snipped it off. I imagine the men took exception to it as well."
They fell into silence for a moment, Simon's expert hands deftly weaving the thread through Isahiah's skin with a precision nothing short of mechanical. "So, where were you trained?" the doctor asked matter-of-factly.
"Excuse me?" Isahiah said, puzzled at the apparent arbitrary nature of the question.
"Well you're a space-faring outlaw, a master of disguise and a bona fide terrorist mastermind. Clearly you must have undergone some measure of training."
"That's an odd assumption to be making," Isahiah countered. "Many of the thriving figures of the mid-Rim demimonde have prospered without formal training of any kind. What is it that makes you believe I would be any different?"
"Hmm..." Simon reached for a pair of surgical scissors lying on a nearby trolley. "Just a hunch, I guess." He cut the thread and pulled back, tossing the needle down the sink. "You're all done," he said as he snapped off his rubber gloves. "Remember to rinse it regularly to keep it from collecting dust and other foreign materials that could cause an infection."
Isahiah stood up, tentatively fingering the join as he did so. The stitches were narrowly knitted and tightly strung; A prime piece of work. "The nicks are starting to pile up," he noted, alluding to the other line of needlework that barred his head. "It's a chance I can rely on a pundit such as yourself to mend me. I doubt these'll even leave a mark!"
Simon brushed aside the compliment. "Still, I suggest you steer clear of hurling fists in the future," he said. "If only to lessen the bulk of my workload. Now is there anything else?"
"Possibly," Isahiah replied, bending his features into a farcical grimace to try the sutures' strength. "Would you happen to know where I could find a coat?"
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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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"You can count on me, Sir."
"Yes. Well." replied Mal, feeling uneasy about letting her tag along on the job. "Just stay out of trouble and don't get yourself hurt."
"She won't, sir." replied Pain, the anger from his voice fading away. Something about Ivy's smile had a calming effect on Pain. He still felt unwary about her coming along on a potentially dangerous job, but he had a feeling she wouldn't take no for an answer. "I'll be with her and I'll protect her. You have my word, captain."
"See to it that you do, Pain. She's your responsibility, not mine." replied the captain.
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Originally posted by johnthetheatrefreak: "Captain!" John called as he approached them. "Pain! Don't we have enough trouble without intercrew disputes happening every few minutes. Mal if you trust Pain or me and we trust Ivy then you need to trust Ivy."
"Yes. Trust, captain." replied Pain with a smile. "It's a good thing."
Taking Ivy's hand in his, the two of them climbed back down into their bunk and closed the hatch, leaving the captain to do his captainy duty. Once they reached the bottom of the ladder and Pain's source of anger was no longer in sight, Pain turned his attention to Ivy. She let out a surprised gasp as he picked her up and set her down on his desk. He gave her a smile before giving her a slow passionate kiss.
Ivy broke off the kiss and asked Pain, "What was that for?"
"Do I really need a reason?" he answered, letting his hands run up and down her back, eliciting a small moan from her.
"No." she replied, tilting her head ever so slightly. Wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer, Ivy smiled coyly and asked, "Do we have time for a quickie?"
Pain gave her another lingering kiss, before telling her, "I'd love to, baobei, but I need to gear up for the job." He looked at the shirt she had on and added with a smile, "You should probably get dressed too. I don't think just a shirt is proper job attire."
Ivy pouted, but knew he was right about the job and her clothing. She let him go and hopped down off the desk as Pain opened up his weapons locker and went through it, picking the right weapons needed for the job while she got dressed. Pain put on his gun belt with the two leg holsters attached. He then placed in those holsters his two trusty, black .44Magnum Desert Eagles. They were big, they were intimidating, and they packed a wallop. Pain slipped in four extra magazines for each of them into the corresponding magazine pouches on the belt.
Taking off his shirt, Pain reached in again and pulled out his ceramic plate bulletproof vest. It looked just like a normal shirt, but it had ceramic plates sewn in the chest, back, and side giving Pain's torso complete protection from bullets, as well as knives and other sharp poky objects. Slipping his shirt over it, Pain once more reached into his weapons locker and pulled out a shoulder holster.
Ivy watched as he put it on and asked as she slipped on her panties, "Do you really need all those weapons for the job?"
"Yes, darlin'." replied Pain, sliding a hand cannon into the holster. "I do. Wouldn't be a one man army without them."
The hand cannon was equipped with a seven and a half inch barrel and was thirteen inches overall from barrel to grip. It came with a low glare stainless steel finish and was chambered for six powerful .454Casull rounds. Pain loaded the two speed loaders into the pouches on the right side of the shoulder holster. Should he run out of ammo for his other guns or if the cannon was the only one he had left, Pain would have eighteen rounds to dispense justice with.
Pain finally checked and rechecked all his gear to make sure it functioned properly and that nothing came loose. Sheathing a combat knife behind his back, Pain took out his black trench coat and put it on just as the captain's voice came over the comm.
"This is your captain speakin'. We'll be landin' near New Allansburgh shor
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Ivy inched towards Pain’s weapons locker and was shocked by how many guns were held inside.
“That’s a lot of them in there,” she said very softly.
“I used to have more,” he said as he came up behind her. He reached around her and pulled out a couple of smaller ones. “These might do well for you. Pick them up, see which one feels better to you.”
She picked up the first one as she took a deep breath.
“Too heavy.”
She picked up the next one.
“Nah, that don’t feel right.”
“How about this one?” Pain said as he placed one in her hand. “I think it’s a perfect match. Lighter, but powerful enough. Low recoil.”
She gripped it. It felt familiar. She looked down at it and her hand began to shake as a stifled sob emitted from her lips.
“Noooo…” she whimpered as she let go, letting the gun fall with a heavy thud on the floor. She stumbled backwards, her hands flying up to her face.
Pain turned and quickly followed her.
“Ivy?” he asked. “You OK? What’s wrong?”
“Not that one. Never that one. Never again,” she mumbled with tears streaming down her face. He eyes never left the gun on the floor.
“Ivy?” Pain asked again as he led her over to the bed. He sat down, then pulled her into his lap, cradling her close. She was shaking and her eyes were locked onto the gun. “Ivy. I’ll get rid of that one. OK? Will that help?”
“Don’t look, Ivy. Don’t look. Don’t look, Ivy,” she kept saying over and over.
“Tommy?”
“She can’t look, Pain. She can’t. Don’t let her look…” Tommy pleaded with him.
“I won’t. Don’t look bao bei. Just don’t look,” he whispered trying to reassure her.
“Not that one,” she whispered again, Ivy floating forward again. He voice started to get louder. “Never again. Never. Never. Never.”
In her head, a gunshot sounded and she jumped. Her eyes showing shock and filling with tears. Her hands covered her ears and she buried herself against Pain, but her eyes still never left that gun on the floor.
“I’m here, darling.’ Don’t look. Tommy says not to look, so don’t,” he soothed further. He slid his foot over and kicked the gun under the desk so it couldn’t be seen. “There. All gone. You’re OK. I promise.”
She relaxed a little and buried her face into his neck and sobbed. Suddenly, she stiffened up, pulled away from Pain’s embrace and moved to the middle of the room.
“I think I’ll ask Mal for my old one back. Just for this job,” she said flatly. There was no emotion at all there.
Pain looked at her. For the first time since he knew about her situation, he didn’t know who he was talking to. It scared him. He needed to talk to her though, so he guessed.
“Tommy? Can I do anything to help?” he asked. “Is she OK?’
“She’ll be fine,” Tommy said as she headed for the ladder.
“Where are you going?” Pain asked.
“I just need out of here for a bit.”
“Where are you going?” he asked as she started climbing the ladder towards the hatch.
“Just get rid of that thing.”
When she got to the foredeck, River was standing there waiting for her. She wrapped her arm around her shoulder and led her away.
Pain just looked at the open hatch. That reaction was so strong. He crawled onto the floor and reached under the desk and pulled out the gun.
“What in the rutting Hell was that?” he asked as he slid it in the back waistband of his pants. It was bad enough that it drove her away from him. And away from their bunk. Their bunk. He climbed out of his bunk and ran into John.
John held out his hand.
“Give me the gun, Pain. River told me to hold onto it for the time being.”
“Is that where she went? With River?” he asked as he handed John the gun. John simply nodded. Pain looked towards the stairs leading down into the cargo bay. “I’m… uh… I’m going to finish getting ready.”
He left John and headed downstairs. He needed to talk to Simon.
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"Poor thing," he said in the empty hallway. Another dose of psychic turmoil on top of everything else. He walked to his bunk and placed the gun in a small lock box under his bed he took the key and hid it in his dresser. He grabbed his holster and loaded up. Light for now, just his two pistols and a knife. If needed he would grab another gun later. He went down to the cargo bay and sat on a box off to the side waiting for the captain's orders.
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Simon kept his eyes squarely trained on Isahiah's back as he walked out. The moment the outlaw passed from his sight, he tore a sterilized pouch from a roll to his right and reached down a hand to collect the bloodstained needle from the sink, sliding it into the pouch right away. He sedulously rubbed his fingers along the ax of the seal until it turned a satisfying deep blue color, then walked over to the refrigerated compartment. "I'll have a look at that later," he thought as he punched in his password. The latches retracted with a muffled clang and the freezer let out a hiss as its door slid ajar. Simon swung it wide and hastily tossed in the pouch, hurried by the sound of approaching footsteps.
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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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