Overly Fond
Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Another in my occasional series of introspective ficlets. Set post-BDM, with possible spoilers, but no OCs (not this time!). Mal-centric, musing on a certain young doctor ... ONE-OFF STANDALONE (not slash)


It wouldn’t be long. He’d set it up as best he could, after years of experience not getting killed – shot, stabbed or lasered permitting – and when they came his crew would be ready for them.

His crew. Even the words brought a smile to his face.

Once, a long time ago, a man had said he inspired loyalty. River said it was because he was slightly telepathic, and it made people see his honourable morality that much easier. Only she look a lot longer and used a whole bunch of words he didn’t understand, but he got her drift. Not that he agreed, of course. He wasn’t a Reader, nowhere near. He just did what was right, even if it meant doing what was wrong. And keeping his crew together had meant a lot of that blurred line lately.

Checking the bay for one last time, he saw Simon’s head poking out from behind a crate, and was about to call out, tell him he was likely to get it shot off when the young man disappeared from sight again. He was armed, of course, ready and able to defend himself, even if he didn’t like it much. At least his aim had improved immensely since the skyplex.

Mal shook his head. That medic of his had a lot to answer for, but this time it wasn’t his fault. He’d been recognised, on an out of the way moon nobody in their right minds should visit more than once before vowing never to again. He’d just been unlucky, but that kind of luck had a way of procreating, and now this other crew of ne’er-do-wells and cutthroats were on their way to sell him back to the Alliance.

As opposed to his ne’er-do-wells and cutthroats, a’course.

Even Kaylee couldn’t work miracles to get his boat into the air with a fractured fuel line, so they couldn’t run. Besides, if they did, the other crew might tell others, and that could bring a whole barrel of hurt down on him and his.

Another voice, remembering something else. “You’re not overly fond of the boy, so why risk it?” It, of course, being taking Simon and his sister on board. He’d not been able to give the Shepherd anything beyond a flippant answer, but sometimes he still wondered why. He’d been grateful, that much was true, especially when the training the doctor received in one of the best hospitals in the ‘verse had saved lives, particularly Mal’s own, but … there was always that.

When had he realised Simon was family?

Zoe, over on the other catwalk, shifted minutely, the slight noise of her leather vest on the metal seeming to fill the bay and echo back from the high metal superstructure. Jayne was outside, ready to box the bad guys in, River on top of Serenity’s long neck to pick off any stragglers or those who thought they could live to fight another day.

Mal brought his focus back to himself, the rifle in his hands, the gun at his hip, and wondered. When had he realised? Was it that day in the Maidenhead? Maybe. Kaylee had been going on and on about him, including something that still made him blush when he remembered, but it had been River he’d picked up, and Simon just tagged along behind.

Then maybe later, when he saw the boy lying on the ground in the corridor on Mr Universe’s moon, hands clutched over a belly wound. Or maybe … He shook his head ruefully. Truth was, he didn’t know. It was the girl who he’d wanted to protect, to keep out of the hands of those who would tear her brain even further apart than it already was, but Simon? No, he’d never really worried about him. Not even when he’d drugged Jayne that first time.

His lips twitched. He’d seen the after-effects, but Mal really wished he’d seen the little angels.

There wasn’t a point, he realised. No earth shattering moment when Simon changed from being a glorified passenger and a pain in the pigu to a fully-fledged member of the family. Just a series of nudges, until there he was, large as life and twice as scary, set up in the infirmary like he owned the place. It might be Mal’s boat, but – as Simon had pointed out on more than one occasion – inside that blue room he was God. Or at the very least the physical embodiment.

Which was fine. Mal could live with that. Just so long as that family stayed together.

Ready, River breathed into each and every head, and he stilled. It was time.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009 5:10 AM


Hmm. I like how you just leave off and don't really answer WHY exactly Simon is crew or when Simon became crew, just that he is.

I've always kind of thought that once Mal saw past the uptight core pretensions that rankled him, he probably saw that Simon was actually a lot like him. And that was probably why Mal began to tolerate him.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009 5:28 AM


I always like your one-shots. They just seem so perfect... so part of the story we didn't get to see.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009 10:22 AM


awesomely done!!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009 10:53 AM


Another lovely little one shot. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Tuesday, June 16, 2009 3:17 PM


Sigh....lovely little snippet about life and family. Loved the images that went through Mal's mind, and since we never got a real answer to this question, I think yours is the most logical.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009 9:56 AM


Beautifully done, as always. I always love your Mal-musing voice. Methinks the Captain whispers in your head as well as mine! :)


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Monied Individual - Part XIX
“His name’s Jayne?”

“What’s wrong with that?” the ex-mercenary demanded from the doorway.

“Nothing, nothing! I just … I don’t think I’ve ever met a man … anyone else by that name.”

“Yeah, he’s a mystery to all of us,” Mal said. “Even his wife.”

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank's not out of the woods yet, and Mal has a conversation. Enjoy!]

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!]