Captain or King
Monday, June 8, 2009

Set during the series, this is just a drabble where Mal considers the first lady in his life. No OCs. STANDALONE ONE-SHOT


When Mal first saw Serenity, sitting across the used ship lot from him, dust blown into patterns on her hull and up against her landing gear, he knew it was meant to be. Love at first sight. The answer to his dreams. All of these, and more.

What he had yet to figure out was why.

She was dirty, broken, needed money he didn’t really have spent on her just so she’d fly again, and yet he knew she was his.

The man in the suit had tried to sell him some yellow monstrosity, going on about how it would last him the rest of his life, but it just didn’t speak to him. Then he turned, saw the Firefly, and that was it. The salesman had looked at him as if he was crazy, and maybe he was, but there was no going back now.

He’d negotiated a deal where his ship … his ship … could stay in the corner while he worked on it, even made an arrangement so he could have pick of the spare parts lying around. It took almost every penny, and Zoe hadn’t exactly been enthralled by his new purchase, at least not at first.

It didn’t matter. He had a place to be now, king of his very own castle, captain of his boat. So what if the Alliance were still out there, he’d just get a little further. And if the nightmares were quieter on board, that was good too. Dreaming of his friends lined up on the dirt, their sightless eyes staring at him accusingly, blood and other bodily fluids making it hard to walk, until he came upon himself, flayed open, bone white among the glistening flesh … waking to find his face wet with tears he’d never shed before, his hands wrapped around the blankets in an unbreakable grip.

Every hour in the Black made them easier to bear, and if taking on a pilot and a mechanic who actually knew what they were doing filled the emptiness inside him a little, then he was glad.

And if, in the middle of the night cycle, when the doctor and his sister were asleep in the passenger quarters, when the Companion was resting behind her closed door and his mercenary was doing whatever it was he did for hours on end in his bunk, if then he walked the corridors and gangways of Serenity and heard the Shepherd praying for his immortal soul, he didn’t mind.

Captain of a Firefly or king of his own little country, he was home.


Monday, June 8, 2009 2:56 AM


I loved this Jane0904, you so capture the heart of Mal. Nice little aside. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Monday, June 8, 2009 3:44 AM


Totally agree with Ali. This is sooo Mal all the way.

Monday, June 8, 2009 3:51 AM


You never really hear Serenity's hum in the series, too much going on, but you know it's there. And I've always imagined it had a soothing quality, like white noise of something.

So the part in particular about how it makes Mal's dreams more bearable, I like. That's exactly how I picture it, especially as Serenity becomes more familiar.

Also the parts about him filling the emptiness with other people.

Monday, June 8, 2009 8:47 AM


Beautiful, as always! What's not to love about our favorite Captain and his first lady?! :)

Monday, June 8, 2009 2:55 PM


Lovely as always, Jane. Looking forward to more.

Monday, June 8, 2009 2:55 PM


Lovely as always, Jane. Looking forward to more.

Monday, June 8, 2009 6:06 PM


Loved this so much.

Thursday, June 11, 2009 9:34 AM


Damn fine writin'. That is all.


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Monied Individual - Part VI
“This is one of those dreams, ain’t it? Where Jayne ends up riding an elephant and singing in Latin.” He looked at his crew again, all of whom were, at least metaphorically, drawing back from him. “Okay, so you don’t have those. Maybe I am going crazy after all.”

[Maya. Post-BDM. The Fosters are keeping a lot of things up their sleeves, and Mal is determined to find out what.]

Monied Individual - Part V
“Well, let’s see. Hank and Kaylee are off seeing if they can get that generator back to strength, and Zoe’s watching out for ‘em. I ain’t letting Simon or River in the same room as Badger if I can help it, and as much fun as it could be seeing Inara trying to buckle on a gunbelt around that pregnancy of hers, it ain’t gonna happen. That leaves Sam, and I ain’t even gonna try and warp his sensibilities by suggesting he wear one.”

[Maya. Post-BDM. Badger holds a tea party, Hank works for his living, and the results are in. Enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part IV
“Pleased to meet you,” Hank said, having to stop himself from wiping his hand down his pants. The touch of the other man’s hand had been like old paper, dry and brittle. It reminded him of one of the vids he’d watched recently, about a mummified corpse coming back to life. Except that was ridiculous.

[Maya. Post-BDM. It's time to meet the enem- sorry, family.]

Monied Individual - Part III
“You two really need to get a room.” Simon’s voice drifted through from the rear of the cargo bay.
“We had one,” Mal growled. “And you shouldn’t be listening in to private conversations.”
“Why not?” the doctor asked, walking towards them. “It seems to be the major preoccupation of this crew. When we’re not actually doing crime, of course.”
[Maya. Post-BDM. The crew get their first sight of the Triskelion mansion, and Simon stirs the pot.]

Monied Individual - Part II
“I don’t know what you all have against me being rich. I’d share, you know that. But you seem determined to keep me poor!” He stormed out, the door crashing closed behind him.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The crew learn more about Hank's good fortune, and try to come to grips with the Triskelion family tree.]

“After we deliver the goods we can set Serenity down somewhere cold. See some real snow.”

Merry Christmas to everyone! Just another in my occasional series of Mal/Jayne conversations, this time with a season theme. Enjoy!

Monied Individual - Part I
Hank’s parents had died when he was young, and his grandmother had brought him up. Mal considered it was her fault he was the way he was, but that was unfair – Hank was who he was always destined to be. Or possibly he was meant to be someone else entirely.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A new story for your delectation and delight. Persephone, Badger and lawyers ... what could possibly go wrong?]

Secrets - Part XXVIII - Conclusion
River shook herself, turning from the rabbit hole. She didn’t feel like being Alice, and while Jayne’s grin sometimes made her think of the Cheshire Cat, the dormouse was asleep and likely to remain so. Of much more interest were the secrets. So many, some old, some new, some borrowed and some blue. And for once she didn’t care if she was referencing the Earth-that-was marriage ceremony. That wasn’t the point. Inara, the Bodens, Harper Lecomb and the Culver diamond, Randall Lecomb and his homicidal tendencies … all secrets, overlaid with the flavour of the Alliance and their need to control.
[Maya. Post-BDM. Secrets comes to a conclusion, but some are still waiting to see the light of day.]

Secrets- Part XXVII
“I don’t always trust him when he’s operating on Jayne. A slip of the scalpel, too many drugs, too little oxygen, and I would be a free woman. My worries. Not his thoughts. But he is my brother. For better or worse. For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health. And we have experienced them all.”
[Maya. Post-BDM. Home stretch now on Secrets, with the crisis passed for now and decisions made. Thanks so much for those of you who have stuck with this!]

Secrets - Part XXVI
"Have you never done that? In all those times you were treating someone in the hospital, when you were the great Doctor Tam, didn’t you once tell less than the truth to someone if it made them feel less desperate?”
[Maya. Post-BDM. Inara's fate, and what follows. My apologies for the wait!]