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A Lacking in Plastic by Nichole (PG)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelgazing
Author Website:angelgazing
Why this must be read:
In the wake of the movie, a whole new set of Firefly fanfic clichés has sprung up, and well, stories of grief are one of my bulletproof kinks, so I don’t have as much trouble with that as other fans do, but I understand how repetitive it can seem in a short period of time.
This is a story that takes the post-movie conventions of River as Serenity’s new pilot, trading on her intuitive connection to the ship, and Zoe, trying hard to keep it together during while she mourns, and uses them brilliantly, painting a picture of a crew coming to grips with what’s happened, with River especially trying to understand and to explain to the others, who, of course, don’t quite get it.
An excerpt:
They don't talk to her. Their mouths don't move and their eyes don't follow her and they don't whisper things to her when she's staring out the window, sitting in his seat.
She holds the controls like he did, the way she'd seen him do it when she snuck in late late, when she was supposed to be sleeping and it was him and them and the ship and the stars. It's not the same though, not really, because her hands don't fit right, and Serenity knows the difference. She can feel her brow furrow in frustration and they sit beside her silently, watching.
They don't talk to her. That's important.
***
This story is exquisitely heartbreaking and wonderfully in character, offering a great River voice and a unique perspective on the aftermath of certain events of the movie.
A Lacking in Plastic by Nichole
***
Please let the author know if you enjoyed the story.
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Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
angelgazingAuthor Website:
angelgazingWhy this must be read:
In the wake of the movie, a whole new set of Firefly fanfic clichés has sprung up, and well, stories of grief are one of my bulletproof kinks, so I don’t have as much trouble with that as other fans do, but I understand how repetitive it can seem in a short period of time.
This is a story that takes the post-movie conventions of River as Serenity’s new pilot, trading on her intuitive connection to the ship, and Zoe, trying hard to keep it together during while she mourns, and uses them brilliantly, painting a picture of a crew coming to grips with what’s happened, with River especially trying to understand and to explain to the others, who, of course, don’t quite get it.
An excerpt:
They don't talk to her. Their mouths don't move and their eyes don't follow her and they don't whisper things to her when she's staring out the window, sitting in his seat.
She holds the controls like he did, the way she'd seen him do it when she snuck in late late, when she was supposed to be sleeping and it was him and them and the ship and the stars. It's not the same though, not really, because her hands don't fit right, and Serenity knows the difference. She can feel her brow furrow in frustration and they sit beside her silently, watching.
They don't talk to her. That's important.
***
This story is exquisitely heartbreaking and wonderfully in character, offering a great River voice and a unique perspective on the aftermath of certain events of the movie.
A Lacking in Plastic by Nichole
***
Please let the author know if you enjoyed the story.
*
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