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Beneficence by Alizarin (NC-17)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Inara/Jayne
Length: 2484 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alizarin_nyc
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: The thing I like best about this fic is how much it surprises me. It works in ways I wouldn't have expected, and for reasons I wouldn't have thought of. Alizarin has fascinating and novel ideas about Inara and Jayne, separately and together, and about the crew dynamics on Serenity in general. She deftly makes the connection between Inara and Jayne both make sense and feel something like healing, which I find really impressive.
It turned out that Jayne was as willing as one of her “special” clients. This time, though, she was doing it all for herself.
Inara wasn’t his Companion, she wasn’t his teacher, and she never served him tea. Jayne hated tea, anyway.
Inara never washed Jayne’s feet. She didn’t wash herself either, if she didn’t feel like it. He never complained.
It was the closest Inara had come to feeling free.
When she took a step back in order to meditate on the situation, she realized several things. She loved her job, no mistake, and she desired nothing more than to practice her art and please her clients. Business was good, and Mal was relatively cooperative. For the moment, her future was here, with Mal and Zoe, Kaylee, River and Simon, and Jayne. She’d helped them mourn and bury the Shepherd and Wash. She’d cried her own private tears over their loss, especially Shepherd Book, whose wisdom she’d come to admire and whose dedication to belief for belief’s sake, she’d come to share.
There were things she believed in now. Things worth sacrificing for – and this knowledge was where she met her grief head-on.
She’d faced death with these people -- death or worse, as the saying went -- when the Reavers closed in.
There would be time for Mal, but it would be on his time, and it was increasingly clear to Inara that their clocks might have been set at opposite ends of the ‘verse.
Beneficence
Pairing: Inara/Jayne
Length: 2484 words
Author on LJ:
alizarin_nycAuthor Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: The thing I like best about this fic is how much it surprises me. It works in ways I wouldn't have expected, and for reasons I wouldn't have thought of. Alizarin has fascinating and novel ideas about Inara and Jayne, separately and together, and about the crew dynamics on Serenity in general. She deftly makes the connection between Inara and Jayne both make sense and feel something like healing, which I find really impressive.
It turned out that Jayne was as willing as one of her “special” clients. This time, though, she was doing it all for herself.
Inara wasn’t his Companion, she wasn’t his teacher, and she never served him tea. Jayne hated tea, anyway.
Inara never washed Jayne’s feet. She didn’t wash herself either, if she didn’t feel like it. He never complained.
It was the closest Inara had come to feeling free.
When she took a step back in order to meditate on the situation, she realized several things. She loved her job, no mistake, and she desired nothing more than to practice her art and please her clients. Business was good, and Mal was relatively cooperative. For the moment, her future was here, with Mal and Zoe, Kaylee, River and Simon, and Jayne. She’d helped them mourn and bury the Shepherd and Wash. She’d cried her own private tears over their loss, especially Shepherd Book, whose wisdom she’d come to admire and whose dedication to belief for belief’s sake, she’d come to share.
There were things she believed in now. Things worth sacrificing for – and this knowledge was where she met her grief head-on.
She’d faced death with these people -- death or worse, as the saying went -- when the Reavers closed in.
There would be time for Mal, but it would be on his time, and it was increasingly clear to Inara that their clocks might have been set at opposite ends of the ‘verse.
Beneficence