Thursday, December 14, 2006

Just a short Mal/Freya ficlet, with fluffy goodness, as a sequel to LOST. Please leave feedback ... I'm beggin' you!


He woke up, as he always did, before the alarm went. He’d always known when it was time to wake up, ever since he was a kid, and had to go help with the cattle. He could guarantee to be lying there, staring into the dark, two minutes before his mother yelled at him.

He rolled over, putting his hand out to touch his wife, but there was nothing but empty space and cold sheets. Opening his eyes he looked around the small bunk but it was conspicuous for its emptiness.

With a sigh he swung his legs out of bed and grabbed his pants.

“Morning, captain,” Zoe said as he climbed out of the hatch.

“Morning. You seen Frey?”

“Not yet.” She looked him up and down, wearing only his pants and nothing else. “She running away from you again, sir?”

“Your turn to make breakfast, isn’t it?” he asked in turn, ignoring her comment.

“Just on my way now.”

“Good.” Mal turned down the side corridor and headed for the cargo bay.

Zoe smiled and shook her head. Since he’d gone and gotten himself hitched he’d changed. For the better, she considered, but it was sometimes a shock to see him so … caring.

Jayne was in the cargo bay, working out. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked as Mal came down the stairs. “Me neither.”

“Looking for Frey.”

“She run off again?” Jayne exhaled and pushed the weights above his head. “Musta been seeing you in just your pants.”

“Have you seen her?” Mal asked, trying to maintain his dignity.

“Nope. Been here a while, too.”

“Captain,” River said, startling him.

He looked up to the top of the crates where she sat, Jayne’s ever-present shadow. “Doesn’t anyone sleep on this boat?”

“She’s in there,” the girl said, pointing towards the common area.

“Thank you.” He marched off, hitching his suspenders over his shoulders.

Jayne dropped the weights back into their stand and looked at River. “They okay?” he asked.

“They’re shiny. And they will be even better. Soon.” She smiled enigmatically. ---

He found her outside the nursery, just looking inside at Bethany sleeping peacefully.

“Hey, whatcha doing?” he asked, stepping close behind her.

Freya leaned back just a little to feel his warmth. “Just looking.”

“Somehow I get the impression that weren’t all you were doing.” He put his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight. “Thinking about Grace.”

“I know it’s crazy, and I should maybe grow up, but I can’t help wanting …” She hugged herself.

“He ain't right.” Mal said softly. “Simon ain't right. I don’t care what he says, all the tests he ran, he ain't right. There’s no way you and I are not gonna have a child.”

“But he’s so sure.”

“No buts.” He turned her around to look at him, seeing the want, the need in her eyes. “Whatever I have to do … Frey, I can’t bear to see you unhappy.”

“I'm not unhappy,” she insisted, her hands on his bare chest.

“But …” He gazed into her eyes. “There’s a ‘but’ hanging around there somewhere.”

“I don’t want there to be.”

“Don’t mean there ain't.”

She closed her eyes a moment. “What Grace did, what I saw …” A tear squeezed out from under her lids. “I managed to forget so much. All the pain at the Academy, what they did to me …” She looked at him again and more tears slid down her cheeks. “I've never told you.”

“You don’t have to. But if you need, I’ll listen.”

“Not yet,” she said, shivering slightly. “Too much darkness… I don’t want to make you stop loving me.”

“Frey, darlin’, ain't nothing in this ‘verse gonna stop me lovin’ you.”

“But maybe I shouldn’t … it wasn't just the Academy, but there’s darkness inside me, and I'm so afraid I'm gonna pass that on to our child that it …” She stopped, burying her face in his chest, letting out all the frustration and want in tears.

“Hey, hush now,” Mal said, rocking her gently. “Our baby is gonna have two loving parents, and there’s gonna be no darkness.” He lifted her chin, wiping the tears away with his thumbs before cupping her face. “And there ain’t no darkness in you either. No more’n anyone else. And I include Jayne in that statement.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “Are you likening me to him?”

“Never,” he said, grimacing. “No way I'm taking that man into my bed ever again.”

“Again?” Her eyebrows lifted. “Is there something I need to know about?”

“Nothing,” Mal said quickly, his lips twitching. “At least nothing that a good bottle of whisky and two glasses isn’t gonna get out of me.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said, snuggling against him again.

He felt his body react to her, as it always did, his blood beginning to pump harder around his veins. “Frey, I promise you this. There will come a time, and soon, when you’ll be lying next to me in bed and I’ll be feeling our child kicking me. And I’ll be the happiest man in the ‘verse.” He grinned. “Which, by the way, I am anyway.”

She smiled. “You promise?”

“What, that I'm the happiest man alive?”

“That we’ll have a baby.”

“Nothing in the ‘verse is gonna stop us.”

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Putting up with me.”

“Nothin’ to put up with. You’re my wife.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“I’ll tell you when we wake up.”

“We are awake.”

“I’m considering we’re gonna have a lie in today. A long lie-in.”

“Sounds good.” She pushed her hand down the back of his pants. “Are you wearing anything under there?”

“Why don’t we get back to bed and you can find out?"


Thursday, December 14, 2006 4:29 AM


Awww, a nice, fluffy fic to start my day ... I don't exactly know what it is about Freya (especially considering how loyal I am to Mal/Inara) but I really like her and I really like her with Mal.

I agree with him that Simon is wrong, something will work out for Freya and Mal, I think it has to.

Thanks for sharing - as always. I love reading your stuff, fluffy, angsty or otherwise.

Thursday, December 14, 2006 4:59 AM


While TamSibling has wonderful fluff (and it is wonderful) to start her day, I have it to see mine to an end.

I'm so very intruiged by the River/Jayne relationship over the course of your fics, and where you're taking it.

I love Mal's relentless optimistic outlook on his and Freya's future. Zoe is right-he has very much changed for the better. And the way his adamancy rubs off on Frey- is further proof, if indeed it were needed, that he is indeed more caring than he has ever been. I also beleive that he is right and Simon's diagnosis of her injuries and body is not entirely correct (I recall he saying it's simply unlikely she won't have any more children, not that that it's impossible). I fully feel she will fall pregnant again, God (or in this case, you Jane0904) willing.

Loved it (as is usually the case with your work).

Thursday, December 14, 2006 10:19 AM


Lovely piece, I am so glad we got some good Mal and Freya and like the others think that there will be the patter of tiny feet in Captain boots in their future. Even if it means IVF to kick start things into high gear. I think they will make a wonderful baby, and to quote Zoe out of context here, I want to meet that child! Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Thursday, December 14, 2006 6:42 PM


Ya know, TamSibling...I think Freya works for a lot of Mal/Inara shippers because Freya - to me - strikes me as being Inara-like with her her well-rounded character, intelligence and independence, and deep love for Mal...but different through extra skills and baggage. In a sense, we (and Inara) can love her because she's not a Mary Sue and she is someone who can walk the balance between supporting Mal and keeping him centred without issues affecting things.

Still...I love fluff. I love Maya (MAl/FreYA) fluff. And I love the Maya fluff you created here, Jane0904! Definitely love Mal's optimistic behaviour and encouragement to Freya about having kids one day;)


Monday, December 18, 2006 2:31 AM


That's annoying... my comment disappeared.

Anyway - I was just saying that I like your Mal; he wears love very well.

And I'm copying this time in case it disappears again!

Monday, December 18, 2006 2:32 AM


So of course, /that/ time it worked.


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Now and Then - a Christmas story
“Then do you have a better suggestion? No, let me rephrase that. Do you have a more sensible suggestion that doesn’t involve us getting lost and freezing to death?”

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little standalone festive tale that kind of fits into where I am in the Maya timeline, but works outside too. Enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Epilogue
"I honestly don’t know if my pilot wants to go around with flowers and curlicues carved into his leg.”
[Maya. Post-BDM. The end of the story, and the beginning of the last ...]

Monied Individual - Part XX
Mal took a deep breath, allowing it out slowly through his nostrils, and now his next words were the honest truth. “Ain’t surprised. No matter how good you are, and I’m not complaining, I’ve seen enough battle wounds, had to help out at the odd amputation on occasion. And I don’t have to be a doc myself to tell his leg ain’t quite the colour it should be, even taking into account his usual pasty complexion. What you did … didn’t work, did it?”
[Maya. Post-BDM. Simon has no choice, and Luke comes around.]

Monied Individual - Part XIX
“His name’s Jayne?”

“What’s wrong with that?” the ex-mercenary demanded from the doorway.

“Nothing, nothing! I just … I don’t think I’ve ever met a man … anyone else by that name.”

“Yeah, he’s a mystery to all of us,” Mal said. “Even his wife.”

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank's not out of the woods yet, and Mal has a conversation. Enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVIII
Jayne had told him a story once, about being on the hunt for someone who owed him something or other. He’d waited for his target for three hours in four inches of slush as the temperature dropped, and had grinned when he’d admitted to Hank that he’d had to break his feet free from the ice when he’d finished.
[Maya. Post-BDM. The Fosters show their true colours, Jayne attempts a rescue, and the others may be too late.]

Snow at Christmas
She’d seen his memories of his Ma, the Christmases when he was a boy on Shadow, even a faint echo of one before his Pa died, all still there, not diminished by his burning, glowing celebrations of now with Freya.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A seasonal one-off - enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVII
Jayne hadn’t waited, but planted a foot by the lock. The door was old, the wood solid, but little could stand against a determined Cobb boot with his full weight behind it. It burst open.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The search for Hank continues. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XVI
He slammed the door behind him, making the plates rattle on the sideboard. “It’s okay, girl, I ain't gonna hurt you.” The cook, as tradition dictated, plump and rosy cheeked with her arms covered to the elbows in flour, but with a gypsy voluptuousness, picked up a rolling pin.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Kaylee finds the problem with Serenity, and Jayne starts his quest. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XV
“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]