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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL
Technically Maya (just) but totally AU. I was having a bad day and needed to get this out of my head. Angst. And nothing to do with my other stories unless you squint. STANDALONE
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 1926 RATING: 9 SERIES: FIREFLY
They were all sitting around the table, telling ghost stories. So far, Kaylee’s had been voted the most effective, but that was because she did all the noises as well, although Mal’s was considered a close second, particularly as he swore it was true.
“Then how come you never told me about Abner?” Zoe asked. “All these years and I thought you’d walked through that minefield all by yourself.”
“Maybe because I wasn’t sure. Still ain’t. But it’s a damn good story, don’t you think?” He twinkled slightly at her.
Then it was Hank’s turn, although his seemed to be more about hiding than actual ghosts as such.
Eventually there was only one member of the crew who hadn’t told a story.
“C’mon, moonbrain,” Jayne said, looking at his wife as she sat with her hands in her lap, her face half-hidden by her long dark hair. “You gotta have something.”
“Ghost stories …” She didn’t look up. “I don’t think I'm the right person to ask about ghost stories.”
“Oh?” Freya smiled. “Why’s that?”
“Because I see them all the time.” She finally lifted her head, and, as she knew it would, all the vibrant colour faded out of the warmly lit galley, her family becoming nothing more than dust dancing in the sharp light of Londinium. Her hair paled to white, and lines grew around her eyes and mouth. She touched the old tattoo around her ring finger. “All the time …” she repeated, her heart breaking.
Matthew Cobb stepped out of the groundcar and headed into the scrap yard. More than two dozen ships sat crowded in together, but none of them would ever fly again. He peered around.
“C’n I help you?” A young man came out of the low concrete building to the left of the entrance.
“I hope so. Someone called me. I'm Matthew Cobb.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m Harry Taylor.” He held out a hand and they shook. “Sorry about doing that, today of all days, but she’s back again.”
Matthew sighed. “I'm not surprised.”
“I mean, I know it’s the funeral and all, but I didn’t know what else to do. She’s been in there all day,” Harry added, rubbing his hands together as if they were cold. “I tried to make her leave, but she wouldn’t. Just sitting up there in that old ship.”
“She said she didn’t want to see him lowered into the ground.” Matthew shook his head. “They were together for so long, I think she might not have been able to stop herself from jumping in with him.”
“I heard about ‘em, of course. Everyone has. What they did. I just wish …”
Harry seemed to want to talk. “I mean, they changed everything, made it better for the likes of us small folks. But it weren't right, most of ‘em dying like that. But I guess at least your gran and grandad, they had each other.”
“And now it’s just her.”
“But she’s got you. And the rest of her family.”
“You don’t understand. She doesn’t think we need her.”
“I know she’s old but that’s crazy talk.“
Matthew straightened his jacket. “When are they scrapping her?” he asked, turning towards the old Firefly.
“Supposed to be today, but I reckon it’s gonna be tomorrow now. Not with her still on board.” He looked hopeful. “Can you get her out? I mean, she’s an old lady. I don’t want to have to call the Feds, or get physical, but … well, it’s getting colder, and she should be at home.”
“I’ve called my father. If I can’t make her leave, he’ll be here, but …”
“I’m just grateful I don’t have to go in there again,” Harry admitted. “She’s got a way of looking at you that makes you feel she can tell every little bad thing you did since you got out of diapers.”
“She probably can,” Matthew said, stepping on board.
Things hadn’t changed much since the last time she flew. Dust covered everything, of course, but he could almost hear voices calling each other, something about apples, maybe, and tiny feet in huge combat boots running on the overhead catwalks. Grandma had always said he was a little bit psychic, but he was pretty sure this was just his imagination.
Climbing the stairs, hearing the metal groan, he walked into the kitchen, the only illumination coming from the broken windows above. She was sitting at the table, her hands demurely in her lap, her head dropped to her chest.
“Grandma?” He stepped closer, wondering why she looked different, then realised it was because she’d let her hair down at some point, so it flowed in a white waterfall over her shoulders. She’d never done that before, not in all the time he could remember. It was as if she’d needed to let it free to exorcise the grief.
“Grandma?” he repeated.
There was no answer, and no sound at all.
Reaching out with a hand that trembled, he touched her arm, then slid his fingers up to her neck. There was no pulse, nothing to indicate a beautiful, insane woman had once existed within.
Matthew felt tears threaten to fall, and he leaned forward. She weighed almost nothing, and his muscles barely felt the strain as he lifted her into his arms, holding her close against his chest as he turned and left the kitchen.
At the top of the stairs, though, he paused. Voices. He would swear, always, that there were voices behind him, some of people he’d hardly met, others of his family, chief amongst them his Grandma, holding forth that ghosts had to exist, otherwise she would never have seen any. Another voice, a man this time, calling her his xiao nu, said he agreed with her.
Matthew didn’t look back. The warm glow that lit the corridor in front of him was enough to make the tears fall freely down his cheeks, and he didn’t want the spell to end. It was enough that she was with her husband, with her friends, and finally at peace. Instead he glanced down at his Grandma, and realised she was smiling.
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