BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - DRAMA

CHAZZER

PHASE ONE - Part One
Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Simon is feeling odd distinctly... or is that distinctly odd? ... Angsty fic, eventual S/K.


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1974    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

Phase One

A/N: First Part of Four. Enjoy!!!

PHASE ONE: Prologue

***** To see translations, hover mouse over Chinese word.*****


Day One

Simon absently massaged his temples as he ascended the staircase. There was one place left on the ship that he hadn’t looked for River in, and though he was reluctant to enter the engine room, he was getting desperate. He needed to feed her, and then he wouldn’t feel guilty about retreating to his bunk for a nap. Clearly, his lack of sleep was beginning to take its toll.

“Hey, Simon!” The cheery voice brought him out of his musings, and his eyes focused a moment later on Kaylee. The reason he hadn’t wanted to visit the engine room, she was always there. Not that he didn’t enjoy her company, anything but… he surveyed her smiling face. It appeared she had forgotten their earlier disagreement, and he was back in her good graces once again. He treated her to a rare smile.

“Kaylee,” he greeted, “Have you, er, seen River?”

Her face dropped almost imperceptibly at his broached topic, and he found himself feeling inexplicably annoyed, as opposed to the guilt he normally felt when he threw his fixation with River in the pretty mechanic’s face.

“No, sorry Doc,” Kaylee said, recovering quickly. “Sure she’ll turn up though.”

“Yeah,” Simon agreed, feeling suddenly awkward. He coughed.

“You okay there, Simon?” she asked, and the concern in her eyes unnerved him a little. What was wrong with him? He was being unusually immune to her often contagious good mood.

“I’m fine,” he assured her. “I just… need a glass of water.”

He left quickly and entered the galley, where River sat, looking at him expectantly.

“Food now,” she told him. “Then sleep.”

Simon nodded, moving to the kitchenette. “Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

“Not me, you,” she told him. He jumped; she was standing at his side, holding out a glass of water. “Need to sleep.”

Wearily, Simon gulped the water down, and nodded in agreement.



Day Two

It felt suspiciously like someone was trying to claw their way out of his skull, Simon considered. And Jayne’s voice was not helping. It had never occurred to him how loud the older man laughed before. In fact, everything seemed so much louder than usual.

“Simon?” Wash repeated, and Simon started.

“Sorry?”

There was an appreciative chuckle around the table, and Simon suppressed a wince.

“Y’alright, there, doc?” Mal asked, smirking over his genuine concern. “That’s the third time we’ve caught you in a world of your own today.”

Simon shook his head, as if to clear it. “I’m sorry. I’m getting a bit of a headache.”

Across from him, his sister rolled her eyes at his understatement.

“In fact,” added Simon, as his head gave a particularly painful throb, “I think I’m going to go lie down.”

“Can’t you take something, for the pain?” Kaylee asked, her eyes wide.

Jayne snorted. “That’s it, drug yourself up to the eyeballs for one itty bitty headache.”

Simon closed his eyes for a moment, and then stood. “I’ll be fine,” he told Kaylee, barely meeting her eyes, and walked unsteadily from the room, the entire crew watching him as he went.



Day Three

The knock was soft and gentle, so Simon could immediately rule out Mal and Jayne, which was a relief. “Come in,” he grunted, his throat dry.

“Simon?” Kaylee whispered anxiously, poking her head round the door. “You still in bed?”

It was a pretty stupid question, but Simon didn’t have the energy to point that out as he extracted his head from the pillowcase. “Yes.”

Her face flooded with concern, and Simon was struck, as he was several times a day, by how adorable she was.

“Can I getcha anythin’?” she asked, moving towards him.

He shook his head, determined to remain tough at all costs. “I’m fine.”

She placed a cool hand against his forehead, and it felt like bliss.

“Honey, you’re burning up,” she murmured. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he confirmed, revelling in her touch. “I just need to sleep.”



Day Six.

Simon wondered, when he woke, if he’d been visiting the cargo bay in his sleep to lift weights all night.

It didn’t seem likely, but then, if he hadn’t left his bunk in three days, as he’d suspected, then why was every muscle in his body aching with vengeance? And why didn’t he have the energy to move?

Muting a harsh cough so as not to further provoke his headache, he sat up shakily. This had gone far enough. Stumbling out of his bed, he left his bunk, chills wracking through his body despite the fever which still clutched at him. Miraculously, he made it to the infirmary in one piece.

He’d been rummaging clumsily through the drawers for a few minutes when a voice disturbed him.

“Simon?”

He turned too fast, and swayed a little on the spot. Strong but gentle hands guided him to the bed, and Zoe’s face swam before his face. “Simon?”

“I, er…” he coughed, and she patted his back gently untill it passed. “I needed medicine,” he finished lamely.

“You don’t say,” she deadpanned, turning to the drawer he had been looking through, and pulled out the nearest bottle. “This one?”

Simon peered at the label, and nodded.

“Let me,” she said, as he reached for it.

Minutes later, Simon was back in his bunk, satisfied that the medication now pumping through his veins would have him back on his feet in a day or two.

“You want me to leave this here?” Zoe asked, holding up the bottle.

“Please,” he said weakly.

“How much you need?” she asked, placing it beside his bed.

“Twice a day, for the next couple of days.”

She nodded. “Anything else you want?”

When there was no answer, she looked at him. He was already asleep.



Day Eight

“Doc. Doc?”

Simon scowled, not yet opening his eyes. If the captain insisted on visiting him in this state, he could at least have the decency to call him by his name.

“Simon?”

Feeling a little shocked, Simon prised one eye open. “Yes?”

Wo de ma, you sound like a freight train derailed in your throat,” Mal said, “I came to ask how you was feelin’, but that seems a mite pointless.”

Simon smiled weakly, not sure how to respond. Talking hurt too much, anyway.

“You got everyone a little worried,” Mal continued, picking up the bottle of medicine thoughtfully. “Everyone ‘cept Jayne, that is,” he added as an after thought. He turned the bottle over in his hands. “Zoe said you said this would cure you in a couple of days.”

“It’s only been two days. I’ll be fine,” Simon muttered.

Mal cocked an eyebrow. “You think? ‘Cos it seems to me you’re getting worse, not better. You sure this is the right stuff?”

Simon took the bottle from him, studying it carefully.

“It’s the right stuff.”



Day Nine

“Hey,” she said softly, kneeling by his side. He smiled at the sound of her voice.

“Kaylee,” he said, for some reason finding it difficult to form the word.

“How you doin’?” she asked jovially. “Enjoyin’ your time off work?”

He smirked. “Completely.”

She shook her head, mock-reproachfully. “The things people will do to get out of toting boxes of band-aid’s.”

They both laughed softly.

“Kaylee, you don’t have to…” he frowned. What had he been trying to say? “You don’t have to… feel like you have to come see me every day.”

He blinked, wondering at his own awkward phrasing, but she didn’t seem to notice. Probably used to me talking nonsense around her, he considered.

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “You’s my friend. I worry ‘boutcha,”

He smiled at the admission. “Worry about you too.”

Kaylee blushed at that, laughing it off. “What’ve you got to worry about me for?”

Simon met her eyes, feeling his cheeks going red, despite the fact that the fever had left him. “I just worry.”



Day Eleven

Simon shivered, and Jayne dumped another blanket on his sleeping form.

“Yer gettin’ even skinnier than you was before,” the man said gruffly, keeping his distance. “Little runt.”

“You’re too kind,” Simon said ruefully.

“Ha ha.” Jayne retorted sarcastically. “Don’t think you can be usin’ my weights, when you finally drag your carcass outta bed.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Simon said. “Are you taking shifts, or something?”

“What?”

“I just can’t think of any other reason why you’d be ‘looking after me.’ And I use that term in its vaguest sense.”

Jayne shrugged, ignoring his question. “Not contagious, are you?”

“If I had been, someone else caught, would have … by now,” Simon said, stumbling over the words. What had he just said?

“Huh?” Jayne said, eloquent as always.

“Nothing,” Simon said dismissively. “I’m just…tired.”

And with that, he turned over, and waited for sleep to take him once more.


Comments?

PHASE ONE: Part Two

COMMENTS

Wednesday, May 30, 2007 2:29 AM

BLACKBEANIE


Aww, it was cute that Kaylee was fussing over him. Jayne doing it was less cute.

I like that we got a quick map(?) of how sick Simon's getting. Better than dragging it over like, three chapter.

BTW- How many chapters is this going to be?

Wednesday, May 30, 2007 2:32 AM

CHAZZER


Just the four. And a weeny little epilogue.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007 4:48 AM

TAMSIBLING


Oh good god - this is soooo not good. Simon has the flu from hell and can't even realize that the medicine isn't actually doing the trick.

I would love to see more of Kaylee fussing over Simon and being there even when he's not aware of it. But that's just my little Silee heart going pitter-pat.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007 5:05 AM

LEIASKY


Oh yes, more Kaylee fussing would be very nice:)

When is someone going to realize he's taking the wrong medicine? And where is River? Her brother is getting sicker, she's probably out of her little carved-up mind! :)

Wednesday, May 30, 2007 6:18 AM

MANICGIRAFFE


> she's probably out of her little carved-up mind!

She's *always* out of her little carved-up mind. She just gets to visit a new and exciting location while she's away this time.

But that does raise the question: how come River doesn't have an inkling of what's going on? She knew Early was around and had a plan to stop him even before he got on the boat. It's been over a week and she hasn't yet caught a clue.

Kaylee's fussing is great...and I bet she is in there when he's asleep, but sneaks out before he wakes up or Mal/Jayne catch her.

Your Jayne is just made of awesome. He tries to be "good", but the capacity simply isn't there.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007 8:26 AM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Definitely wondering where River is in all this, cuz other than her brief appearance at the beginning...she was strangely absent. 'Less she's been secretly diddling with things to make sure Simon doesn't cack it.

And I have to admit I was worried for a few when Simon displayed annoyance at Kaylee's reaction to him asking where River was. Thought the meds were gonna turn him into verbally-skilled version of Jayne or something;)

BEB


POST YOUR COMMENTS

You must log in to post comments.

YOUR OPTIONS

OTHER FANFICS BY AUTHOR

JOB SATISFACTION - Epilogue
Angst ahoy. Simon and Kaylee need to talk.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Ten
Things have to end, one way or the other. Simon takes aim, but can he pull the trigger? Action and Angst.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Nine
Vents are useful things. Mal plays the messenger boy, Simon learns how to be intimidating, and Jayne doesn’t take the hint. Big Damn Action ensues.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Eight
Regan plants the seed of doubt in Kaylee’s mind, while Jayne, Simon and River hatch a plan. A cunning hat and a girl with a gun? Yeah, this is gonna go great. Meanwhile, Mal rethinks his attitude to Simon.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Seven
Kaylee is in Regan Tam’s clutches, but all is not as it seems. River decides to clean up Simon’s mess. Mal clutches at straws, and Jayne clutches his big stick. Serenity has some visitors…and then she has some more.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Six
Mal considers childproofing the ship when he discovers Simon and Jayne are gone. Regan makes some progress and Simon learns what it takes to buy a gun. As always, a little angsty, but not too much.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Five
What’s going on? No one’s quite sure… Simon has some serious regrets and turns to an unusual source for comfort, and Mal is sick of the doctor causing trouble. More angst as the crew is being whittled down. S/K

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Four
When Simon has made his mind up on something, there’s no swaying him. And right now, he’s decided to be an idiot. Big Damn Angst, as the crew try to find the missing River.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Three
Some people just can’t catch a break. Jayne thinks Simon had a deprived childhood, Wash is left out, Simon gets to go fishing and Kaylee has been waiting long enough. A little fluff, a little smut, and a whole lot of things going not smooth. R, I guess.

JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Two
The crew decide to hide while figuring out their next move. Sun, sea and sand … all Kaylee is missing is her boyfriend. Simon is torn and River plays ‘I Spy.’ A good healthy mix of fluff and angst.