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A Million Light Years From Home by victoria_p (G)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: None
Length: ~6K words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musesfool
Author Website: (or a link to where more of their fic is archived) Author on AO3
Why this must be read: Please. Like you'd find out there's a fic in which Sirius Black falls through the veil and ends up on Serenity, and not read it? Seriously (or siriusly), though, this is a lovely fic with a fun premise. River's voice is so true, and, yes, I sort of really hope this was what happened to Padfoot post-OotP. Enjoy! I know I do every time I reread this.
He follows her all the way to the docks, to these strange Muggle aeroplanes that don't look like they should be able to fly -- to one that appears even older and ganglier than the rest.
Another girl -- dark-haired, barefoot -- comes running out and flings her arms around his neck as if they are old friends. She smells of apples and illness, like Remus on mornings after the full moon, and she giggles when he licks her face.
"Kaylee, you finish the shop-- No. Absolutely not." Sirius barks and thumps his tail again; he turns to look, knowing the voice of authority when he hears it. The man is tall and blue-eyed, handsome in a rough, haggard way that also reminds him of Remus, with lines of care worn around his mouth and dark shadows under his eyes. Sirius doesn't think he'll be as easy to charm as Remus used to be.
"He's a good boy, Cap'n, really," Kaylee wheedles. "He wouldn't be no trouble."
"Kaylee, he's the size of a small horse. We don't got the room, nor the money to feed him. A dog needs to run free, not be cooped up in a spaceship."
Spaceship? He peers around the girl, trying to get a good look at the inside of the ship. It doesn't look anything the spaceships he remembers from the Muggle films Lily used to drag them to, but then, this doesn't look like any future he's imagined, either, if it is in fact the future and not some mad dream inspired by Dementors or Grimmauld Place or something. Sometimes he worries he's dreaming everything, that he's still back in Azkaban and he's finally gone mad. Then he remembers Harry and Remus, the night at the Shrieking Shack and the battle at the Department of Mysteries, and he knows he's not.
"Not free," the other girl says, as if she knows what he's thinking. "Not free for a long time." She gathers her skirt and kneels in the dust in front of him, runs her hand over his muzzle. "Just like me."
A Million Light Years From Home
Pairing: None
Length: ~6K words
Author on LJ:
musesfoolAuthor Website: (or a link to where more of their fic is archived) Author on AO3
Why this must be read: Please. Like you'd find out there's a fic in which Sirius Black falls through the veil and ends up on Serenity, and not read it? Seriously (or siriusly), though, this is a lovely fic with a fun premise. River's voice is so true, and, yes, I sort of really hope this was what happened to Padfoot post-OotP. Enjoy! I know I do every time I reread this.
He follows her all the way to the docks, to these strange Muggle aeroplanes that don't look like they should be able to fly -- to one that appears even older and ganglier than the rest.
Another girl -- dark-haired, barefoot -- comes running out and flings her arms around his neck as if they are old friends. She smells of apples and illness, like Remus on mornings after the full moon, and she giggles when he licks her face.
"Kaylee, you finish the shop-- No. Absolutely not." Sirius barks and thumps his tail again; he turns to look, knowing the voice of authority when he hears it. The man is tall and blue-eyed, handsome in a rough, haggard way that also reminds him of Remus, with lines of care worn around his mouth and dark shadows under his eyes. Sirius doesn't think he'll be as easy to charm as Remus used to be.
"He's a good boy, Cap'n, really," Kaylee wheedles. "He wouldn't be no trouble."
"Kaylee, he's the size of a small horse. We don't got the room, nor the money to feed him. A dog needs to run free, not be cooped up in a spaceship."
Spaceship? He peers around the girl, trying to get a good look at the inside of the ship. It doesn't look anything the spaceships he remembers from the Muggle films Lily used to drag them to, but then, this doesn't look like any future he's imagined, either, if it is in fact the future and not some mad dream inspired by Dementors or Grimmauld Place or something. Sometimes he worries he's dreaming everything, that he's still back in Azkaban and he's finally gone mad. Then he remembers Harry and Remus, the night at the Shrieking Shack and the battle at the Department of Mysteries, and he knows he's not.
"Not free," the other girl says, as if she knows what he's thinking. "Not free for a long time." She gathers her skirt and kneels in the dust in front of him, runs her hand over his muzzle. "Just like me."
A Million Light Years From Home