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A Girl Needs a Gun These Days by vialethe (PG-13)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: None (some background Simon/Kaylee, but it's not a shippy fic)
Length: ~9K words
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vialethe
Author Website: (or a link to where more of their fic is archived) Fic Master List
Why this must be read: This fic was only posted a couple of days ago, but it was too good not to share around. Post-Serenity, Mal and Jayne get themselves kidnapped, leaving the ladies of Firefly (plus Simon) to come to the rescue.vialethe spins a fun, engrossing tale that feels just like a missing episode of the series, from character interactions that crackle with life to a job that (as ever) does not go smooth. If the movie was the lost Season 2 finale of Firefly, this will be your favorite one-off episode from Season 3!
“I don't know,” River admits, slowly. “Thoughts are all of...fruit. And sex. And – oh. I don't think fruit is supposed to go there,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “Can't hear everything at once,” she explains, off Zoe's look of I-don't-really-want-to-know. “It made my behavior unacceptable. That's what Simon's medications are for. Still...”
Still, focusing hard, there's something there, under the fruit, and the plans for the fruit, under the fancy purple silk she's wearing, under the facade of Companion training Saffron's relying on now – there are flashes of boy, and platinum, and something more that wriggles away from River, washed out in a tide of dizziness and nausea that's coming not from Saffron, not from River herself, but another direction entirely, a familiar frequency that never quite leaves her, not entirely.
She gasps, clutching Zoe's arm for support. “Sick,” she manages to get out, turning on the sidewalk and swaying without rhythm. “Not me. Jayne. Mal.”
Zoe doesn't hesitate an instant, abandoning Saffron still standing at the fruit stall without a thought, supporting River's tottering progress back towards the bar, and even through her own panic and the rapidly fading pull of Mal's thoughts, River can feel the beat of Zoe's pulse, steady and even. Soothing.
“River?” Zoe asks, giving her shoulder a sharp squeeze. “What's goin' on? We gonna be walking into an ambush here?”
“Don't know,” River mumbles. “Fading away. Can't hear them anymore. Gone into darkness.”
“Can't say as that's reassuring,” Zoe says, releasing her hold on River to push open the tavern door, one hand hovering over her holster.
A Girl Needs a Gun These Days
Pairing: None (some background Simon/Kaylee, but it's not a shippy fic)
Length: ~9K words
Author on LJ:
vialetheAuthor Website: (or a link to where more of their fic is archived) Fic Master List
Why this must be read: This fic was only posted a couple of days ago, but it was too good not to share around. Post-Serenity, Mal and Jayne get themselves kidnapped, leaving the ladies of Firefly (plus Simon) to come to the rescue.
vialethe spins a fun, engrossing tale that feels just like a missing episode of the series, from character interactions that crackle with life to a job that (as ever) does not go smooth. If the movie was the lost Season 2 finale of Firefly, this will be your favorite one-off episode from Season 3!“I don't know,” River admits, slowly. “Thoughts are all of...fruit. And sex. And – oh. I don't think fruit is supposed to go there,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “Can't hear everything at once,” she explains, off Zoe's look of I-don't-really-want-to-know. “It made my behavior unacceptable. That's what Simon's medications are for. Still...”
Still, focusing hard, there's something there, under the fruit, and the plans for the fruit, under the fancy purple silk she's wearing, under the facade of Companion training Saffron's relying on now – there are flashes of boy, and platinum, and something more that wriggles away from River, washed out in a tide of dizziness and nausea that's coming not from Saffron, not from River herself, but another direction entirely, a familiar frequency that never quite leaves her, not entirely.
She gasps, clutching Zoe's arm for support. “Sick,” she manages to get out, turning on the sidewalk and swaying without rhythm. “Not me. Jayne. Mal.”
Zoe doesn't hesitate an instant, abandoning Saffron still standing at the fruit stall without a thought, supporting River's tottering progress back towards the bar, and even through her own panic and the rapidly fading pull of Mal's thoughts, River can feel the beat of Zoe's pulse, steady and even. Soothing.
“River?” Zoe asks, giving her shoulder a sharp squeeze. “What's goin' on? We gonna be walking into an ambush here?”
“Don't know,” River mumbles. “Fading away. Can't hear them anymore. Gone into darkness.”
“Can't say as that's reassuring,” Zoe says, releasing her hold on River to push open the tavern door, one hand hovering over her holster.
A Girl Needs a Gun These Days