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Still Flying True by livrelibre (PG-13)
Yet again, this is Lyr, your once and future Firefly van driver. This November I'll be trying to bring you a wide range of beautifully written fics, as always. All aboard!
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: River/Zoe
Length: 2,202 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
livrelibre
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: After the events of the BDM, both Zoe and River are a little bit broken, but still flying true. I really like the character dynamics livrelibre depicts here. There're interesting parallels and points of possible connection between Zoe and River that I did not really notice until reading this, for instance. I also really admire the way both characters are shown to have grown and changed in perfectly reasonable ways, as of course they should do after all that happened with Miranda. This is a a pairing I don't often consider, but the genius of this story is that it entirely convinces me that this habit is due to a failure of my own imagination and not to a lack of foundation in the pairing itself.
River had settled a lot since Miranda, which was a fine thing in Zoe's mind when she finally settled herself, enough to think beyond the next job. Though River's words were still, likely as not, cryptic, they'd lost a lot of that broken feel. Zoe knew what that was like. Seeing River in the pilot's chair didn't punch her in the chest like the kick of a shotgun anymore. While River would never be Wash, she had a certain grace in the air, and there wasn't any point in fretting about what couldn't be mended. The job went on. At least the Cap'n and the others had quit treating both of them like landmine country, which might have been due to time passing as much as anything. Her crew could only stay quiet for so long; given Jayne's natural sensitivity, it had only been a few months before she'd kindly offered him five-knuckled dentistry in repayment for the inevitable lonely widow jokes.
On jobs, Zoe'd lost that twitchy feeling that having an unpredictable weapon-honed reader at her back had first given her. She got used to River stepping silently behind her as she took point—the background awareness of her and their silent code almost as good eventually as Zoe had with Mal. River's reading was a help and got a sight more reliable. It was only half the time now they had to haul hell for leather since River could mostly pinpoint the nature of the trouble they all knew was always heading for them. Zoe tried not to be bitter that that particular talent hadn't matured in time for her man. Wishes and horses were useless in the black.
Still Flying True
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: River/Zoe
Length: 2,202 words
Author on LJ:
livrelibreAuthor Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: After the events of the BDM, both Zoe and River are a little bit broken, but still flying true. I really like the character dynamics livrelibre depicts here. There're interesting parallels and points of possible connection between Zoe and River that I did not really notice until reading this, for instance. I also really admire the way both characters are shown to have grown and changed in perfectly reasonable ways, as of course they should do after all that happened with Miranda. This is a a pairing I don't often consider, but the genius of this story is that it entirely convinces me that this habit is due to a failure of my own imagination and not to a lack of foundation in the pairing itself.
River had settled a lot since Miranda, which was a fine thing in Zoe's mind when she finally settled herself, enough to think beyond the next job. Though River's words were still, likely as not, cryptic, they'd lost a lot of that broken feel. Zoe knew what that was like. Seeing River in the pilot's chair didn't punch her in the chest like the kick of a shotgun anymore. While River would never be Wash, she had a certain grace in the air, and there wasn't any point in fretting about what couldn't be mended. The job went on. At least the Cap'n and the others had quit treating both of them like landmine country, which might have been due to time passing as much as anything. Her crew could only stay quiet for so long; given Jayne's natural sensitivity, it had only been a few months before she'd kindly offered him five-knuckled dentistry in repayment for the inevitable lonely widow jokes.
On jobs, Zoe'd lost that twitchy feeling that having an unpredictable weapon-honed reader at her back had first given her. She got used to River stepping silently behind her as she took point—the background awareness of her and their silent code almost as good eventually as Zoe had with Mal. River's reading was a help and got a sight more reliable. It was only half the time now they had to haul hell for leather since River could mostly pinpoint the nature of the trouble they all knew was always heading for them. Zoe tried not to be bitter that that particular talent hadn't matured in time for her man. Wishes and horses were useless in the black.
Still Flying True
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