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 XIII
“It’s a family tradition, Mal.” Eugenia patted his hand. “No matter who marries into us, whatever their name, the moment they say ‘I do’ they become Rostovs. So you are Malcolm Rostov. It has a fine ring to it, don’t you think?”

[Maya. Post-BDM. A chapter of Mal and Freya, and a small revelation from Eugenia Rostov. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XII
Hank had to shake his head. In this day and age, when the entire output of every quill, pen and two-fingered monkey thumping on a keyboard was available on the Cortex, this statement of wealth and power was way over the top. He loved the feel of paper himself, turning the pages to get to the next twist, scanning the print to try and guess the next turn, but even his collection wouldn’t fill more than a shelf here.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank thinks about Zoe, Zoe thinks about Hank, while Freya and Mal have lunch. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XI
Freya felt flustered, as if her world had been turned upside down, black was white, and Jayne was the President of the Alliance.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Mal and Freya go to church, Hank doesn't go ice-skating, and maybe it's hinting at the calm before the storm. An extra long chapter to make up for the delay - enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part X
He’d never had much to do with horses, having always been more interested in things that flew rather than things that trotted, but he had to admit that, close up, they were quite interesting. With quite a powerful odour that wasn’t unpleasant – in fact it reminded him a little of Jayne after he’d been working out, but he decided, wisely, not to mention that fact to the big man.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Mal and Badger have a chat, Alex extends an invitation, and Hank decides to play protector. A longer chapter to make up for the delay!]

Monied Individual - Part IX
Inara stood up gracefully, despite her pregnancy. “You’re making plans, Mal. And we all know how they usually turn out.” She raised an eyebrow at him, cocked her sleek head, and swept out of the kitchen.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little family time. Read, enjoy, please review!]

Monied Individual -Part VIII
“Who’s Winston Downey?” Mal asked, moving enough to look over her shoulder and reading the name of the owner.

[Maya. Post-BDM. And post-party. Find out who Winston Downey is, and why he might be helping the Fosters. Read, enjoy, and please review!]

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