BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL

JANE0904

Pretending
Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Just a little drabble, no OCs, set ... well, you'll just have to read it. Mal-centric.


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1881    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

Mal listened to the music playing and considered whether if he shouldn’t order it to be stopped. But even as the thought passed through his mind, his heart was remembering other nights, when the moon was high, and the breeze scented with the smell of fresh cut hay, when he was young and the ‘verse was a place he would probably never get to see.

The beat was starting to get to him, and his foot was tapping. On the edge of his consciousness he almost saw the paper lanterns swinging, their soft light making every girl seem pretty, and every boy taller. He always enjoyed the harvest dance, not playing favourites, but taking a turn with any skirt that wanted, before making his way home in the early dawn, a spring still in his step and a whistle on his lips.

Perhaps he could pretend. It wasn't exactly Shadow, and they certainly hadn’t just got the last of the crops in, but maybe he could pretend for a while.

He stood up and crossed to where the others were sitting, talking in low tones. He held out his hand.

“Dance with me?”

“What?” She looked up, her dark eyes wary.

“Dance with me.” He smiled. “Just this once.” She continued to stare at him, so he added, “Humour me.”

She glanced at the other men, most of them grinning and nodding their encouragement. “I don’t dance.”

“Of course you do.” The smile softened. “Come on. We can pretend.”

The plea in his blue eyes must have done the trick, or perhaps she recognised it from her own, because she took his hand and allowed him to take her onto the hard-packed earth. He put his arm around her, his mouth twitching as he felt her stiff body only slowly mould to his, relaxing enough so that she could follow where he led.

And there, under the foreign stars, and to the tinny strains of the tiny music player Tracey had found somewhere, the Sergeant and his Corporal danced.

Maybe the battle tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad, and maybe they’d win. But even if they didn’t, for just these few minutes they could pretend they were somewhere else, on a warm and gentle autumn evening, enjoying being alive before the dawn came.

COMMENTS

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 6:59 AM

BYTEMITE


Aw.

I sure hope there were moments like that during the War, not just the brief interludes being carted from one campaign to the next.

Really nice and hopeful. And from Mal, no less! And a relaxed war time Zoe, whod've thought?

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 7:04 AM

SERENITYRIDDLE


What a wonderful little one shot here...I loved it.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 10:08 AM

ALIASSE


Superb. Lovely, gentlemanly Mal and a so-rare, sweet man-woman - not soldier-soldier - moment with Zoe. Bitter-sweet: I felt sadly that this had to have taken place at the beginning of the war, when he still had a lot inside.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 10:40 AM

AMDOBELL


How nice to see a glimpse of Mal before war and bloodshed twisted his view of the 'verse. I wonder if part of Zoe's steadfast loyalty and patience with him is because she had known this side of him before the 'verse went to hell in a handbasket. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 10:53 AM

KATESFRIEND


I think Amdobell is right - this let Zoe in on who Mal really was, not what was left of him after the war.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 1:03 PM

NCBROWNCOAT


Ditto Katesfriend and Amdobell.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 3:23 PM

PHYRELIGHT


*hugs fic*

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 5:01 PM

ANGELLEMARCS


Such a beautiful piece!!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009 1:30 AM

SLUMMING


It's the little things I love about your writing, those small snippets of insight...like the way Mal used to dance with any skirt that wanted before heading home, not playing favorites. Lovely.


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