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There's something...different...on Serenity. Something that is going to make tonight very, very interesting.
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Something was different on Serenity tonight. Not
wrong, not dangerous, just different. A slight
alteration in the processing of events by everyone's
minds, even her own, River realized after a moment.
As she climbed down, she realized there was a slight
change in her own perceptions. For example, the third
rung down on the ladder into her bunk was full three
centimeters below the second then the second was to
the first. She'd never noticed this before. River'd
had this bunk for months and never noticed that
...Maybe it was the dried potatoes.
Kaylee was exhausted. Had been since dinner. She'd
eaten a bit more then was normal and was tired from
eating nearly too much. That, and staying up hours
after running check after check on the engine wasn't
doing much for her eyelids power to defy
gravity...which also worked just fine.
Practically falling down the ladder into her bunk,
Kaylee yawned and sat on her bed, looking briefly at
the dress that still hung at the end of it. Made her
feel like a princess, best she could remember. Then
the night had been interrupted and the feeling was
As Kaylee stretched out on her bed, she found herself
wishing she could, just once, feel like a princess
Simon had screwed up. Again.
He'd been planning it for weeks. Leave a note in
Kaylee's bunk asking her to meet him in the cargo
bay...and to wear her dress. Music he'd downloaded
off the cortex (illegally, not that it made any
difference in the long run) set to play, his own best
suit, and leftovers he'd scrounged up from various
evenings to make a nice-looking little stew if he did
say so himself.
Then he'd seen how much Shepherd had made for dinner
that night. Kaylee had filled up, no need for the
stew. In fact, it would just make things awkward.
Best save it for another night. Stash it in the
Sometimes, Jayne made him positively furious. It was
seeing Jayne eating what he'd prepared so
specifically, and complaining about it, that had
triggered the panic he now regretted. He'd darted to
her bunk, snagged the note he'd so carefully left
there, and ran back out, out of breath and terrified
she might have seen him.
Later, he wondered why he did that. He didn't need
food for a nice date with Kaylee. Dancing usually
came after dinner anyway. Why had he canceled like
that? It was frustrating...and the worst part was he
had nothing to distract himself with. River had been
much more lucid the last several days. She was
reacting very well to her latest medication and Simon
considered keeping her on it. There had been no
outbursts, no problems, in days. This left him free
from distraction to ponder his own issues in
establishing a relationship with Kaylee.
...maybe if someone would just play matchmaker...
Mal didn't feel so good. He was all manner of tired.
Job that morning nearly went south...stress of keeping
it diplomatic, then the relief when it went smooth
nearly made his knees go out. As if knowing there'd
been a problem, Shepherd had made an absolutely
wonderful dinner. No clue how he'd pulled it off, but
the abundance of good food was only something to be
thankful for until after you'd eaten unnatural
quantities of it. Then it was something to ether keep
you up nights or put you right to sleep. Mal wasn't
quite sure what.
Inara hadn't gotten in 'till later. They'd argued, as
always. He couldn't even remember about what anymore.
She made things foggy, and Mal wasn't liking it.
Even still, he'd wished she'd been at dinner. May
have been the most fun he'd had in months. Inara
still hadn't put a date on leaving, and Mal was
getting less and less sure she was going to. He was
careful to keep her satisfied with current
arrangements, getting jobs at worlds where she could
work to. It was a mite painful, thinkin' of her with
a different man, sometimes more'n one, each port.
'course, it kept her around, and it wasn't like he had
call to be jealous.
Still...sometimes he just wished...
Well, that was just gorram silly of him, wasn't it?
Something was wrong. Or just plain weird. Jayne
wasn't sure. He didn't wanna say anything, 'cause it
would come out weirder then some things the moonbrain
said. Jayne didn't wanna sound like no moonbrain.
Still...somethin' was just a bit...off, tonight.
Sleep wouldn't come easy. Not after the look the
girl'd given him over dinner. On anyone else that
expression woulda been damn sexy. On her, it was just
plain creepifying. She knew something was up...maybe
that was when he'd noticed it too. Worst part was, he
couldn't put his finger on what.
...maybe it was just those gorram dried potatoes.
Inara had trouble sleeping sometimes. She had
medicine for it even...except she'd given it to Simon
for his sister months ago. Her bed was cold
sometimes, and it bothered her.
She wasn't thinking about Mal. She'd pushed their
argument out of her mind, completely forgetting how
he'd just barged in as usual and informed her, very
annoyingly, that she'd just missed the best dinner
they were like to have on ship for weeks to come.
She'd forgotten the pained expression that had flashed
across his face when she reminded him she wasn't going
to be staying long anyway, and had pushed away the
feeling as though she'd been stabbed when he accused
her of just not having to guts to tell the rest of the
crew. She'd ignored the feeling of being lost and
alone that threatened to overwhelm her when he'd
turned on his heal and left.
Now, exactly two hours and twenty-three minutes later,
a single tear slipped down Inara's cheek, dampening
her pillow as she tried to ignore that little voice in
her head, the one that sounded just like Mal, the one
that whispered soothingly "You're home bao bei, you're home."
Shepherd did his best to keep them a family. Dinner
that night had been certainly one of his more
successful attempts. Inara had been conspicuously
absent, but otherwise things had gone remarkably well.
Sometimes, he missed his days at the Abby. Tonight
was one of those nights that eased that longing some,
but not nearly enough. This place had to many
reminders of time before that. Time he'd once sworn
was behind him. It had been almost a year since he'd
come aboard...and every night, the dreams had come.
He'd almost gotten use to them...but how does a man
get use to...
Book pushed the thoughts from his mind. He was a
Shepherd now, all that was behind him. Laying still,
Book studied the ceiling as he'd done so many nights
...waited for the dreams to come again.
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