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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL
This is part two of a story about Book's past. Make sure to read part one before this.
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"How on Earth-that-was did that ruttin' thing get here?" Mal frowned, going over to the box. Zoe frowned.
"I don't rightly know, sir." She quipped. She started to walk over to it, when Mal stopped her.
"Wait, Zoe. You don't know what's in that thing."
"I know, sir, that's why I was going to look." She motioned with her shotgun.
Mal shook his head. "I mean, it could be anything. I'll take a look." He was about to step forward, when a huge hand came crashing down on his shoulder. He looked quickly to the side and saw Jayne standing there, Vera strapped onto his shoulder, holding it up in one hand.
"If it's from Blue Sun, it ain't nothin' to trust, Mal. Don't open it." Jayne grumbled out.
Mal glared at the man, shocked he would say something so...smart sounding yet...so dumb. "Jayne, I don't have the patience for your antics. Now get your hand off me. I'm going to check that box." He shrugged Jayne's hand off and started towards the box. Reaching it, he holstered his pistol and examined it. It looked normal from the outside. 'Course, it was what's on the inside that counts. Tapping it, Mal found that it was hollow-sounding. He frowned and lifted the wooden top with care.
Looking inside, he uncovered some brownish-grey rocks. Mal blinked, then flung open the top all the way. He motioned to the rocks. "What is this?" He looked at Zoe. "There are rocks in this thing."
She stepped up to the box, lowering her shotgun. "Yes sir, those seem to be rocks."
Jayne laughed. "Ya'll were scared of a bunch of ruttin' rocks?" He laughed again. "That's rich." He let go of Vera and let her hand to the side. Mal looked at him with a flat look. Zoe merely reached inside the box and picked up one.
"What do you suppose it is, sir?" She asked, turning the rock around in her hand. It was lightweight and sort of had the texture of loam.
Mal stared at it, flicking back his bangs from his eyes. "Don't rightly know. I'll have doc run a test on it."
Jayne backed away from the box. "I wanna know how it got in our cargo hold. It's downright unsettlin' to think that Blue Sun got in here."
Mal agreed. "I don't like that idea either." He trotted over to the in-ship PA system and held down a button. "Doc, we need you in the cargo hold." He stepped back and walked back over to Zoe and Jayne.
"I'm sure doc will know what this stuff is and whether we should just chunk it out the hold, and if it's worth somethin' we could get some coin."
At that moment, Simon appeared above the cargo hold. Mal looked up at him. "Simon, we need you to run a diagnostic test on some rocks."
Simon furrowed his eyebrows. "Um...rocks?"
Mal ignored his question. "Zoe, go help him get some rocks into his lab." He then looked over at Jayne, who was scowling. "Jayne, I need you to go cool off; I can sense the evil vibes comin' off of you."
Jayne started to mutter and turned on his heel. "I'm going to my bunk."
"Very good. That's a good idea."
Kaylee sighed. There was a ton of work to be done on the engine, and she also needed Wash in the cockpit. She sat back and looked at the part she held in her hand. It was fixable...but only for a little while. She looked up when she heard footsteps, and smiled when she saw who it was.
"Shepherd Book, how are you?" She asked pleasantly.
"No worse for wear. Wash brought the boat down good."
Kaylee nodded. "That he did." She eyed him. "I am curious as to why you wanted him to crash someplace else..."
"I don't want to talk about it." Book said abruptly. Kaylee nodded, understanding. Book shook his head.
"I'm sorry Kaylee," he apologized. "I know you're just trying to be nice. I have a lot on my mind and I want to just sit and think for a little while in the presense of someone who won't bite my head off."
Kaylee grinned. "Well, you've got that covered okay, Shepherd."
She went back to her engine part and Book continued to sit and think.
"Well..." Simon said, staring at his equipment. Mal leaned closer.
"Is that a good "well..." or a bad "well...?" He asked, concerned.
Simon frowned and tapped the vid screen. "It's neither, because I don't know what I'm looking at."
Mal stepped back. "You mean in all those smarts in the brainpan, you don't know what you're looking at? Ask your sister; maybe her crazed shinanigans will actually come into use for us."
Simon cut a look at the captain. "I'm not going to make River try and figure this out."
Zoe motioned to the rocks. "Well, she was sayin' somethin' before we found the crate. And there was that bangin' noise in the cargo bay." She glanced over at Wash. "And I'm concerned that whoever it is may come back."
Mal closed his eyes. "We have lots of questions, but no answers."
Simon suddenly leaned in closer to the screen where the results of the testing were listing themselves. "And it just got more interesting."
Mal looked up sharply. "Define interesting."
"Well, there seems to be some traces of a drug that can cause arrhythmic episodes." Simon said in a confused voice.
"Why is that in a rock?" Mal asked.
“I don’t know.” Simon said honestly. “But I can find out.”
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