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No Mistaking It
Friday, September 29, 2006

Inara's realization as she returns to Serenity


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2167    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

Word Count: 123 Charcter: Inara Rating: G Spoilers: Mention of BDM events A/N: Written for the LJ Community ff_friday’s challenge #4 – home.

Title: No Mistaking It By: 2x2

She felt it the moment she saw her, waiting for her shuttle to dock. Serenity.

Home.

She’d felt the first stirrings when she and Mal had reached her shuttle, but in the absence of all her silks and carpets, the ship carried little of the feel of her old life with it. And in their haste to get away from the Alliance, she hadn’t had the time to consider the feeling. However, seeing the Firefly again after so many months away, there was no mistaking it.

She belonged here, belonged to these people and this ship, in a way she just never would at the Training House. Just as they belonged to her.

She sighed. For better or for worse, she was home.

COMMENTS

Friday, September 29, 2006 9:57 AM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Simple...but mighty honest and powerful, 2x2! Definitely something of a revelation for Inara, I suspect;)

BEB

Friday, September 29, 2006 12:03 PM

OVEROBSESSED765


loved it! exactly what i thought she would be feeling! nice wording too...


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