Watching II
Friday, June 8, 2007

Maya. Post-BDM. 2BF. Just a little standalone sequel to WATCHING, posted before NOT THERE YET, and to tide you over until the next part. And sorry if I seem needy for comments ... I am so ashamed of myself!


Mal was lying on his back, still dressed, wrapped in that leather coat of his. He’d managed to get one boot off, but that was it. He was now on the bed, one foot on the floor, fast asleep.

“I wish Simon would wear those nice clothes of his once in a while,” Kaylee had said. “It’d be nice to go somewhere, just once in a while, where we can be dressed up.”

“You want to go out on a date?” River joked.

“It’d be fun.”

“My brother doesn’t do fun.”

“Yes he does. And he looks so suai in his formal clothes.”

“I think he looks silly.”

“That’s only ‘cause he’s your brother.”

“Ask him. Or better yet, tell him you’re going out. I’ll sit Bethany.”

“You think?”

“Or take away all his new clothes and only leave him with the old ones. Then he’ll have to dress up, even if it’s only to remove Jayne’s latest bullet.”

“It’s just he looks so suai …”

Freya watched Mal sleep. She didn’t care what he wore. He looked nice in his one decent suit, sure, but she liked him in the faded shirts that had seen better days. They felt so good under her fingers, the way the cotton had softened, and some of the creases were permanent now. And she’d had to mend his pants more than once, after they’d split. But it didn’t matter. None of that mattered. It wasn't what he wore that counted.

“I know he has big feet,” she whispered. “That they’re inside those socks right now. That he has really nice legs, hidden away where no-one can see. I know what his tattoo means.”

She crossed the room and lifted his leg, pulling off the other boot. Very gently she placed his foot on the bed. He didn’t wake, just snuffled slightly.

“I know his chest. Not too muscular, but not skinny. Just a man. I know the spot just below his left nipple that tickles. I know how he smells.”

Undoing his gunbelt with care, sliding it from around his hips, she went on. “I know he has scratches on his arms from where he was helping Kaylee in the engine room. I know they’re inside his shirt, without having to look. I know he doesn’t shave if he doesn’t have to.”

She moved the chair closer to the bed and sat down. “I know he likes apples but hates bananas.” She smiled. “I know where his freckles are.”

He turned his head, his mouth slightly open as he snored gently.

“I know the look on his face at night when he’s tired and wants to sleep, and in the morning when he wants to make love before we get up. I know the fire in his eyes when he’s angry, and I know the surprise in them when he comes.”

She leaned forward, her elbows on the bed, resting her chin in her hands. “I know the bad days, and the worse nights, when he wants me to be quiet and just hold him.” She stroked his hair from his forehead. “I know the hope he carries in his heart that his family will survive, and the prayer that he will see them through.”

Her voice dropped to barely a breath. “But most of all … underneath all that, I know he loves me.”

Mal’s eyes opened. “I do at that,” he murmured, moving over just enough so that she could lie down next to him.

“Good day?” she asked, settling her body into its usual spot, the scent of warm leather filling her nostrils.

“It was okay. Better now.” He wrapped his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. “Tired.”

“Then rest. I'm here.”

“Good. Good.” His eyes drooped, but even as he slid back into sleep, his lips twitched and his voice came softly. “I love you.”

“I know.”


Friday, June 8, 2007 3:50 PM


My dear woman, you make my heart melt! This was a beautiful little side trip, and I very much enjoyed taking it! Thanks for sharing!

Friday, June 8, 2007 4:15 PM


This was lovely! I love getting a little insight into Mal and Freya - that captain is pretty swai himself!

Friday, June 8, 2007 5:00 PM


Sweet and romantic! How a relationship should be.

Friday, June 8, 2007 5:36 PM


Gotta say, Jane0904...the River-Kaylee convo about Simon's fashion habits? Mighty odd thing to have at the start of a Maya chappie. I assume it's Freya recalling a convo between the two sisters and applying it to her own husband?

And yeah...heart melted into a big goopy mess from this;)


Friday, June 8, 2007 10:37 PM


Oh Wow, now THAT is love! Seeing someone at their worst and best and every state imbetween, in every kind of mood and situation. Knowing them so very well you understand what is at the heart of them and love every little bit, that really is the best kind of love and I am glad Freya feels that way about Mal because we all know he feels the same. This was lovely, beautifully done and very sweet without being too surgary. Loved it to pieces, Ali D :~)
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Monied Individual - Part XVIII
Jayne had told him a story once, about being on the hunt for someone who owed him something or other. He’d waited for his target for three hours in four inches of slush as the temperature dropped, and had grinned when he’d admitted to Hank that he’d had to break his feet free from the ice when he’d finished.
[Maya. Post-BDM. The Fosters show their true colours, Jayne attempts a rescue, and the others may be too late.]

Snow at Christmas
She’d seen his memories of his Ma, the Christmases when he was a boy on Shadow, even a faint echo of one before his Pa died, all still there, not diminished by his burning, glowing celebrations of now with Freya.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A seasonal one-off - enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVII
Jayne hadn’t waited, but planted a foot by the lock. The door was old, the wood solid, but little could stand against a determined Cobb boot with his full weight behind it. It burst open.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The search for Hank continues. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XVI
He slammed the door behind him, making the plates rattle on the sideboard. “It’s okay, girl, I ain't gonna hurt you.” The cook, as tradition dictated, plump and rosy cheeked with her arms covered to the elbows in flour, but with a gypsy voluptuousness, picked up a rolling pin.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Kaylee finds the problem with Serenity, and Jayne starts his quest. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XV
“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XIV
This wasn’t how an ex-companion did things. Perhaps she’d been hanging around a certain Firefly captain for too long. He listened at keyholes as if it were a competitive sport.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The crew go to the Spring Lights Procession, Mal gives some good news, and Sir Warwick puts in another cameo. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XIII
“It’s a family tradition, Mal.” Eugenia patted his hand. “No matter who marries into us, whatever their name, the moment they say ‘I do’ they become Rostovs. So you are Malcolm Rostov. It has a fine ring to it, don’t you think?”

[Maya. Post-BDM. A chapter of Mal and Freya, and a small revelation from Eugenia Rostov. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XII
Hank had to shake his head. In this day and age, when the entire output of every quill, pen and two-fingered monkey thumping on a keyboard was available on the Cortex, this statement of wealth and power was way over the top. He loved the feel of paper himself, turning the pages to get to the next twist, scanning the print to try and guess the next turn, but even his collection wouldn’t fill more than a shelf here.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank thinks about Zoe, Zoe thinks about Hank, while Freya and Mal have lunch. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XI
Freya felt flustered, as if her world had been turned upside down, black was white, and Jayne was the President of the Alliance.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Mal and Freya go to church, Hank doesn't go ice-skating, and maybe it's hinting at the calm before the storm. An extra long chapter to make up for the delay - enjoy!]