And Yet...
Saturday, May 23, 2009

Just a little drabble, written for hfleming8 for the prompt 'Inara. Keywords: Mal Reynolds and Happiness'


And Yet… by 2x2 Wordcount: 236 – a drabble! Spoilers: none Rating: G


Mal Reynolds and happiness; they weren’t two words Inara would normally put in the same sentence. To say Mal was often tetchy was an understatement; that he thrived on his bad temperament and prickly disposition was more accurate.

And yet – and yet – there were those rare occasions – and make no mistake, they were very rare – but there were those rare occasions when much of that dark, bristling, antagonistic side of Mal was less in evidence, when what Inara always considered to be a glimpse of his younger self was able to shine through.

It was on nights like those, nights like tonight, that Inara liked to watch him most. When his laugh was free and his smile came easy, and his shoulders seemed not quite so bowed by the weight of the ‘verse upon them. Then his features would soften, his eyes would find hers and sparkle, draw her in to what seemed their own private joke.

On those nights, like tonight, she was free to be more of herself - when he didn’t need her so much. When his anger and loss didn’t plague him so heavily, didn’t pull at her so, with the urge to comfort, to sooth, to heal; when it wasn’t so dangerous to enjoy his company.

And yet… it was on nights like these - when happiness visited for however briefly – it was nights like these that left Inara the saddest.


Saturday, May 23, 2009 6:54 PM


Aw. Yeah, they only make her want to help him all the more when he gets into a mood.

Sunday, May 24, 2009 5:15 AM


so few words to convey so much truth and insight into the whole Mal and Nara the last line... no wonder why she can't stay away:)

Sunday, May 24, 2009 8:31 AM


One thing I just noticed I like about a drabble is I can hold my breath the whole length of the piece, and let out a contented sigh (or sad one, depending) at the end. Lovely work, 2x2! Like Platonist said, love the last line!

Monday, May 25, 2009 8:38 AM


So bittersweet and so truthful. Glad to see more about these two.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009 11:32 PM


Thanks everyone, I'm pleased you liked it :o)


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History of an Object
There’s no reason to keep it, damaged as it is. Save one. Doesn’t matter that it’s finer than any other cup on the ship, even with the crack. Doesn’t matter that it would never hold liquid again without some of it seeping through. Burning your fingers. Was only one reason he still has the cup.

Five Years' War
The night was warm. Clouds, low on the horizon, blue black in the last light of the setting sun. Nothing but the breeze and the buzz of the cicadas breaking the stillness. A perfect evening.

The Close Shore, At the End, Untenable
“Dead ’re in my head tonight,” he said finally. “Can’t get ‘em out. Don’t got the booze or the bar to distract me. Don’t know why I’m here ‘cept I don’t think I can go through it alone.”

The Slower Path: All the Difference - Part 15 - Sequel to The One Less Traveled By
She let out a breath, saying nothing for a long moment before she raised her eyes again. “There are some things I want you to know,” she said softly. “Things I want you to understand.”

Much as he wished he could ignore it, he could see it was important to her that he know whatever it was she wanted to tell him. He knew he wouldn't have let himself see it in the past, but that weren't where they were anymore, or at least, not where they wanted to be, either of them. Their relationship had changed, was changing, and he weren’t so stupid he didn’t recognize that. He didn't know that he wanted to know it, much less understand it, but she was reluctant enough to talk about any aspect of her life as it was; could be he might ought not stop her when she wanted to.

Unlucky at Cards...
“I… You can’t be that lucky!” Mal moaned as Inara beat him again, laying out her cards with a flourish.

The Slower Path: The One Less Traveled By - Part 14 - Sequel to Regrets
They fell silent again, struggling to find the ease that they had found, before; before the argument that had almost ended things.

"I feel like-," she started.

"This is-," he said at the same time.

They looked at each other. "Awkward," they both said, laughing lightly.

Always Had Faith
Faith in a higher power? That was always Mal's thing, the Captain, back in the war.

Loved and Lost
Love’s the biggest kind of hurt there is.

And I wouldn't trade that love for nothin'.

The Mood That Passes Through
He felt the first trembling shudder go through her, heard her breath hitch and felt her fingers grip his skin; knew it was comin', the wave that was cresting the walls she'd built to hold it back, whatever it was. Knew they were about to come crashing down around her. The first sob still hurt though, still lanced through his heart like a searing hot blade to hear her make that sound.