A Blast From The Past - Part 1
Wednesday, May 24, 2006

An old friend of Mal's, tries to confront him, and her own past. This is my first fic ever. All suggestions accepted. More parts to come.


I would like to thank Spacefulofobjects and Agent Rusco for their help and support, also the many others that added their suggestions. ________________________________________________

Jorja looked down at the letter she had just started to write. Dear Mal, I'm sorry for shooting you. "Well that sucks," Jorja noted to herself. Disappointed in what she had written, she wadded up the paper and tossed it across the room to the already overfilled wastebasket. "I just don't know what to say to him," talking to herself she hurled the rest of the paper at the wall and paced the room. "I guess I'll just have to talk face to face...didn't work all too well last time though," Jorja added as she left the room. *****

A week had passed since Jorja had given up on the letter-writing tactic. She had decided to confront Mal face to face. She knew he captained a ship called Serenity, which happened to be docked planet side. All she had to do was find a way to get on board.

She arrived in front of Serenity to find young lady, lounging on a fold out chair in front of the ramp. Jorja strolled right past her and proceeded up the ramp. The young lady rose from her chair in pursuit.

"Uh... lady, I’m Kaylee, we're all filled up. Not a room to spare. Maybe next time." Kaylee explained, maneuvering herself between Jorja and the entrance to the cargo area. "I've always admired the Firefly class," commented Jorja as she inspected the ship with an inquizative eye, "Its one of those ships that just remind you of the past and how different it was. When do you expect the captain back?" Jorja inquired. "Any minute now, but like I said, we're full," replied Kaylee, continuing to position herself to stop Jorja from getting any further into the ship.

Entering the kitchen, Jorja continued her exploring, unfazed by Kaylee’s attempts to stop her. Picking up items, studying them, and returning them to their place.

Jorja, heard a familiar voice, coming from the cargo area causing her stop dead in her tracks. It was Mal, talking with some other man. She immediately turned around and headed back to where the voices were coming from.

Mal looked up, noticed Jorja, and drew his gun. Wash, who had been just speaking with Mal, ran over towards Kaylee, both of them horrified at Mal’s immediate reaction to the stranger’s presence. "GET OFF MY GORRAM SHIP!" exclaimed Mal. Jorja raised her hands and started to back down the ramp. She thought about saying something, but paused thinking to herself, "I knew this wouldn't work." ***** Several months later, after a particularly busy night, Jorja sat behind the bar doing her paperwork, decided to give the bartender a few precious moments off. "I'm almost finished with this, you can go home, I'll lock up." "Ok, boss, only if you're sure," replied the bartender. "Yeah, go ahead, nobody's gonna turn up here tonight," Jorja explained, "too many Alliance in this sector." The bartender agreed and left the bar, the door creaking closed behind him and for a minute she was alone to finish her paperwork. She didn't really like doing paperwork but it had to be done, part of owning a legitimate business in an Alliance sector. She heard the door creak open again, shaking her head she queried, "You forgot you jacket again, didn't you?" The silence of the room broke as Jorja heard footsteps making their way up behind her. Instinctively Jorja reached for a knife she had hidden under her paperwork, but before she could, she felt the cold steel barrel of a gun pressing against head. ”Oh no, you don’t!” the intruder commented as he slid his hand under the paperwork removing the knife from Jorja's grasp. Jorja seemed surprised at the intruder's identity but not overly worried and added, “If you are gonna point that gun at me, shoot me, otherwise, get it out of my face.” The intruder was a younger man, well-dressed and way too clean for this part of town. Stuck out like a sore thumb, to say the least. Then again, Dr Simon Tam never really did fit in with her type.

Noticing the gun, which had fallen to his side, Jorja began to lecture the Doc in what he had done wrong, “Number one, Don’t point a gun at the head, boy, 'cause you are gonna have an awful mess on your hands to cleanup and I’ll be really pissed at you for messing up my bar.” Simon pressed his lips ready to speak but Jorja got in first, “Number two, Have the right equipment for the job, especially if you are gonna sneak up on people, so next time wear some gorram quiet shoes.” Still trying to get a word in Simon was again cut off by Jorja’s lecture, “Number three, Don’t borrow weapons from your crew without asking and if you do steal one, at least, make sure you know how to use it.” ”But how did you know I stole it?” Simon added quickly, before Jorja started in again.

”Cause you haven't got any bullets in that gun, Doc,” answered Jorja as she shook her head walking behind the bar. She continued her lecture, "thought they’dve taught you that much. Drink? I think you need one.” She asked while pulling a bottle from the shelf behind her. Stilling shaking her head, she passed Simon, gulped down her drink and continued, “I’m surprised you're here actually... well not really, but still, it seems the Alliance is after some girl that has been causing havoc in the local bars. They have been searching the sectors pretty regular looking for her. Now you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Doc?” ”Oh I don’t know anything about that.” The Doc began to panic, gulped down his drink and started to fiddle with the useless gun that now sat on the bar. ”Don’t panic, boy, I'm not gonna turn you into those murdering pig farts. Not for all the platinum and credits in the verse.” Jorja tried to settle the anxious Doc, but then added, “Now what the hell do you want Simon, cause I’m gathering this ain’t a social call to shoot me.” ”I thought you might know a little more about River, she’s getting worse and I don’t know what to do about it. I thought you might have a bit more information, that’s all.” Simon answered Jorja, still a little nervous. ”Let me get this right, Doc. I got her out of that place, told you about the procedures they did to that poor girl, the training they gave her, set you up the best gorram crew and the best man in the business to protect the two of you and you want more information.” Jorja criticized, “Don’t you think I’ve risked enough for the two of you?” she continued, pouring herself another drink, gulping it down, then slamming the empty glass on the bar. ”Right, so nothing.” Simon replied, he had noticed this aggression spill from Jorja and prepared himself to leave. ”So what, that’s it, boy? You are a strange one, Doc,” Jorja chuckled watching Simon make his way to the door. Adding, "If I do find out anything new, I know where to find you, even if Mal's still upset with me." "Remember, don't tell Mal about River and me." Jorja commented as Simon exited the bar. "No. Never. That's your job," Simon replied, the look upon his face clearly showed he was a little worried about what Mal will do if he found out about his connection to Jorja. Jorja, alone again in the bar, pondered again how she could explain to Mal, her reasons for shooting him, and her connection to the doctor. ******

Looking out upon the wide-open sand, Jorja saw the lifelessness of the world. The scorching hot sun at the heart of the universe pounded down upon her scarred soul while she contemplated the future. What future?

The world she remembered had depended on technology; heaters for warmth, fans to bring cool air, and appliances to cook food, the old days had been forgotten, society had become lazy, new ways had become more deadly. The land had been stripped of pride and happiness, leaving only heartache and pain. All they wanted was a better world. She thought to herself the words her Pop once said, "If it aint broke, don't fix it" Jorja looked down into the valley and saw what she had came for, a sole tree on this lifeless planet. She descended the hillside and saw a small, slightly askew cross sitting in front of the tree. As she veered closer she also noticed a small box in front of the cross. Jorja knelt in front of the cross and picked up the box, slowly opening the lid. A small tear quivered in the corner of her eye. Inside was a small book, inscribed on the front was a name. JOHN O'NEILL She traced the letters with her finger, then flicked through the book to the only page with writing on it. A sole tear fell upon the page. She whispered the single handwritten paragraph on the page to herself. "The war we fight is for freedom and love, but what's the use if we can never be free and love the ones that need us the most." She fought tremendously to hold back the tears, but to no avail. They streamed one by one down her face. She closed the book and held it tightly in her hands, trying to remember all she could about her father. She couldn't remember much, only that her father was a strong man who wouldn't give up easily. She remembered that the last time she saw him he was fighting the Allaince soldiers to get her back. "Unpaid taxes," they said. That was over 15 years ago. She had missed him dearly every day she was in that god-forsaken place. But now she was finally free. She'd tried so many times to leave, but they always found her. But this time she knew that they didn't want her back. Not after what she did. That was of course if they knew she was alive. Loosening her grip on the book she placed it back in the box, pulling out a tightly wrapped bundle. She unwrapped the paper to find a blood smeared bullet. She studied it with fascination, curious to know its origins. She knew it wasn't the bullet that killed her father because that dangled around her neck, the only thing she owned of her father's. But this bullet was Alliance issue. She knew because she had seen it so often in those horrid years of torture; that iconic symbol of the Alliance imprinted on the base. She turned her attention to the blood smeared wrapping. Some faint words beneath the stains. She strained to make them out. "For those lost and yet to be found." She knew immediately who left this, an old friend, MALCOLM REYNOLDS. She rewrapped the bullet in its wrapping returning it to the box, wiped the tears from her eyes, and returned the box to its rightful place under the cross. She stood up, staring at the cross for a few minutes then leant over and straightened it. She talked to the cross like her father was standing in front of her, "Just the way you like it, neat and straight. See I do remember you. I came finally. I'm free, no more Alliance. I just wish I had spent more time with you, but they took me and threatened to kill you and the people I loved. I couldn't let that happen, so I stayed and behaved until I couldn't take it no more. I shot Mal, my best friend. That was the hardest of all. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. I've tried talking to him but he won't have me near him. I guess he's still pissed at me, but I just want him to understand. I love you, I always have." She turned to walk back up the hill, finding herself face to face with Mal. "How long?" She started to question. "Long enough," Mal cut in, "Is it true?" "Yeah," she replied feeling awkward, she tried to read his expression, but couldn’t. She didn't like not knowing what was going on inside of him. Was he still angry? "You still had a choice!" Mal added. Her awkwardness returned, as the rumble of Alliance engines could be heard over them.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you!” Mal yelled over the roar of engines, as he struck her in the head with a strong right hook.

Jorja fell to the ground, unconscious.


A Blast From The Past Part 2


Wednesday, May 24, 2006 6:35 PM


Good work. Can't wait for more.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006 7:23 PM


*gasp* what is going to happen? The inturigue, the... the back story of so much... I think I might die if you don't post again soon.


Wednesday, May 24, 2006 7:23 PM


*gasp* what is going to happen? The inturigue, the... the back story of so much... I think I might die if you don't post again soon.


Wednesday, May 24, 2006 7:26 PM


grr... why does it say anonymous, that above was me


Wednesday, May 24, 2006 7:45 PM


Love it! Her lecture to Simon was a good improvement, felt more natural. Can't wait to see more!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006 7:47 PM


Oooo, good stuff! I want to see what happens next! I'll definitely be waiting for the next post.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006 8:06 PM


Had to read that last section 4 times before I could figure out what the hell was happening.
Maybe I shouldn't read fics for 4 hours straight when I'm already tired ; )
Like the story. (now that I get it) Can't wait to see more.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006 8:24 PM


I can assure you all, it'll all be explained in time, just be patient.....

Wednesday, May 24, 2006 9:10 PM


This is really good so far. As mentioned, good back story and a thirst of wanting to know more. I look forward to seeing where you go with this.

Thursday, May 25, 2006 12:11 AM


Oooh, what a tangled web we weave... Liked this very much and can't wait to see what happens next. Bearing in mind when Jorje is in the bar you say the planet is Alliance filled, Mal should not have been surprised to hear Alliance overhead when they are at the grave site. Also, if her father has been dead all that time why is the box just left beneath his cross where anyone can just pick it up and run off with it? I'm all manner of surprised it's still there let alone that the contents are intact. And I couldn't see Mal punching her out like that at the end. Storming off and turning his back on her in bitterness and disappointment - yes. Look forward to seeing where you go from here and how Jorje got River out of Alliance hands etc. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Thursday, May 25, 2006 2:33 AM


Ooo... Very nice! I like the little changes to Simon's part, it's more in character.

Keep it up!

Thursday, May 25, 2006 9:29 AM


What a work Jorja...You took your time and it paid off for you!

You've opened up a lot of plot lines, and I sense now, you have heap more writing to do.

Your quotes are fabulous!


1.”Cause you haven't got any bullets in that gun, Doc,” answered Jorja as she shook her head walking behind the bar. *whether he did or didn't, I can still see him staring down the barrel of the gun, while she walks off unafraid, good image*

2. "The war we fight is for freedom and love, but what's the use if we can never be free and love the ones that need us the most." *Original, and yet you make it sound iconic to the day in the story...brilliant*

Like I said, you've opened a lot, at least 3 I think, doors and many of us are going to want to walk through. Keep it up.

Thursday, May 25, 2006 7:47 PM


Oh comes to ya so hard....but methinks things aren't cut and dried in any way;)

Loved this, Jorja! Espcially your alter-ego lecturing Simon on proper stealth and intimidation techniques;)


Sunday, May 28, 2006 5:54 PM


OH WOW Jorja loved it !!!!! Must have more !!!!

Thursday, June 1, 2006 8:30 PM


Very good beginning, I can see all sorts of possibilities, and I am eagerly awaiting more of this story.

Some places you could use Jorja less and use some pronouns, she or her or something.

Very shiny!


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