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JETFLAIR

The Losing Side, chapter 10
Monday, January 30, 2006

Mal still in the Alliance internment camp, trying to come to grips with everything that's happened to him.


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Mal sat on the edge of his bunk, mind churning. Zoe's visit had healed him in some indefinable way. Problem was, he'd given up for a reason. An hour ago, he'd been more miserable than he could measure; now, he was simply terrified.

Zoe was still following him, and he was in no shape to lead. He took a deep breath. "Well, son, you're just gonna have to change that," he told himself. "Buckle down and face it, 'cause there ain't no way around it."

Seeing her had brought to the fore something that worried him deeply. Zoe was here too. If she ever had to go through something like that, and worse, if it had anything to do with him.......

He'd figured out just one way to handle life in this place, and that was to shut down and give in. If they tied you down, you'd best get used to it. If they locked you up, you were gonna stay locked up until they decided otherwise, and if they felt like beating you 'til you were half dead, then you'd better get ready to endure it.

Mal looked down and saw his hands shaking. Planning a way out of this prison and into some sort of a life for him and Zoe meant thinking plainly, and that was the thing he most desperately longed to avoid. Hope meant another part of him that could be shattered, and when you cared about the future, it became something else that could be snatched away.

"- find what happiness you can. Just 'cause it may be snatched away the next minute doesn't mean you can't have it." Zoe's words echoed clear as day in his mind. He supposed she was right, as usual.

He flinched as a voice startled him out of his reverie. "Nice to see you showing some signs of life, sir." Mal looked out through the bars of his cell, forcing himself to meet the eyes of the young guard sitting in the hallway.

"And why exactly would that be?" Mal asked harshly.

The guard looked nonplussed. "Um.....I....uh....You been looking so miserable in there, I just kept hoping you'd maybe pick up a bit."

Mal studied him. There was something familiar about the kid's voice, and after a few seconds he placed it. "You the one that's been talking at me all this time?" The kid's voice had been annoying, but in retrospect he supposed that the notion that someone out there had been concerned about him was comforting in a way.

"Yeah. Name's Quordras." The young man looked away uncertainly, clearly unprepared for the unfriendly reception.

Mal's face softened slightly. "Appreciate the concern, Quordras."

"Are you gonna be okay?" Quordras asked.

"Depends on you folks, I guess."

Quordras looked hesitantly at Mal. "Did - we do this to you? I've been prayin' we didn't, but...." His voice trailed off. "Why are you in here, sir?"

Mal looked away, his heart pounding. Why are you in here? There was more to that question than he even wanted to think about. Quordras' heart was clearly in the right place, and Mal bit back a bitter retort.

Seeing that Mal had no intention of answering his question, Quordras asked "Can I get you something to eat? Sure do me good to get some food in you."

Mal nodded. Truth be told, the thought of eating just made his stomach churn all the more. But it had been so long since he'd taken any of the food that they'd offered that he doubted he could stand if he tried.

Quordras walked away in search of a meal for Mal, who took advantage of the opportunity to test his legs without official oversight. Shaky, but functional. He made his way to the small table that shared his cell and sat down at it, giving the camera above him a slight glare. He wondered how many people were watching his small moment of privacy.

Quordras reappeared, marching down the long hall way towards him holding a tray and flanked by another guard. The second man stood watch as Quordras entered the cell and put the tray on the table in front of Mal. Mal gave him a slight smile and nodded his thanks, and Quordras exited with a cheerful grin on his face, no doubt feeling all manner of pleased with himself.

No sooner had Mal finished his meal than a contingent of guards made the march down the hallway, stopping squarely in front of his cell. Ruttin' wonderful.

"We're here to transfer Reynolds." Mal's breathing stopped. Much as he wanted out of this particular address, he'd learned the hard way that things could go from bad to worse awful easy around here.

"Uh....may I see your orders, sir?" asked Quordras. "I don't think this prisoner's in any shape to be moved out of here yet, sir."

The leader handed Quordras a set of papers, and he examined them closely. "Um....everything looks in order," he said, looking confused as he handed the papers back and swiped his access card on the door of Mal's cell.

Mal stood stock still as one of the guards entered and cuffed his hands behind his back. He was gentle enough about it, a fact that Mal appreciated greatly at that particular moment. "Step out," the man ordered.

The walk down the hallway and out through the maze of buildings and corridors was more exercise than Mal had gotten in weeks, and the effort soon caught up with him as he staggered and fell hard on the ground, unable to catch himself with his hands bound.

One of his escorts kneeled down beside him and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up. "You faking me out? You trying to get out of going somewhere you don't wanna be?" he asked angrily.

"No sir," Mal replied. Seeing the guard continuing to glare at him, he admitted "That hurt too bad to fake."

The man's face relaxed into a small smile and he let go, motioning to one of his cohorts to help him get Mal on his feet. They marched him through the falling light to one of the generic housing units at the outskirts of the massive compound, the two men supporting his uncertain steps until they reached the gate. Escorting him into the housing unit yard, they removed his handcuffs and left without explanation, locking the gate behind them.

Mal held himself upright until they were out of sight, then sank to his knees in the twilight. Breathing deeply, he inhaled the fresh, warm summer night air as he watched the light fall around him. The compound was relatively quiet, and he heard crickets begin to chirp in the distance.

"-go on, find what happiness you can."

Mal breathed a deep sigh of relief as he stood and made his way to the door of the housing unit, noting the vaguely familiar "28A" printed in plain block lettering on the side of the building.

He entered, not returning the curious gazes of the men within. He found an unused bunk near the back of the building and laid down, quickly drifting into the first solid sleep he'd enjoyed since the day of the fire.

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Mal drifted into a semiconscious state, blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out where he was and what the hell was happening. Maniacal figures danced in front of his eyes, darting about like nothing real had a right to. After the application of serious effort on his part, his eyes focused on the wall in front of him, where shadows were taking on the shape of familiar life forms and moving about.

Mal turned his head and saw a man relaxing on the bunk next to his, clearly creating the source of all his confusion. Noticing his gaze, the disheveled blond prisoner stopped and smiled at him. "Welcome to summer camp. I'll be your counselor for the next few weeks as we......"

He stopped as Mal rolled his eyes, unable to fight the chuckle that rose in his throat. Mal studied the cheerful, blue-eyed figure, finally placing why he seemed irritatingly familiar. "Didn't I use your face as a punching bag last time we met?"

The young man glanced wistfully up at the ceiling. "Ahh, memories." He looked back at Mal. "I hear it makes some folks a little crotchety, loosing a war." After a long silence, he held out his hand with slight hesitation. "Name's Wash."

Mal grasped the offered hand, and Wash pulled him gently upright. "Have some food. World looks a sight better on a full stomach," he said as he handed Mal a plate.

Mal took it gratefully and glanced at the contents; carefully arranged in separate sections were a small pile of gravel, five houseflies, and a very large, very dead spider.

COMMENTS

Monday, January 30, 2006 5:14 AM

LVS2READ


I'm always happy to see the next chapter in this series posted! This one was as well done as all the others. It's nice to see Mal back among the living. *g* I especially like the last line! Always leave 'em laughing. *g*

One quibble: it's "losing" not "loosing" the war.

Looking forward to the next chapter.

"I love my captain."

Monday, January 30, 2006 5:26 AM

ZOESBACKUP


Mal took it gratefully and glanced at the contents; carefully arranged in separate sections were a small pile of gravel, five houseflies, and a very large, very dead spider.


OMG I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I am going to have giggling fits for days now.

This story is phenomenal.



Monday, January 30, 2006 7:17 AM

AMDOBELL


Love this, so glad to see another chapter up and what a joy it was! I especially liked the young guard trying to help in his own small way and it was so good to see Mal get out of that gorram cell even if it was only to be put with other prisoners it is better than solitary. And that offer of a meal from Wash had me in stitches. Love it, can't wait for more and the reunion with Zoe. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Monday, January 30, 2006 8:22 AM

BLUEISHBROWNCOAT


WOO HOO another chapter :) I LOVE this story! Excellent Job

Monday, January 30, 2006 3:04 PM

JETFLAIR


Thanks so much for the comments everyone! They're pretty much the only thing that keeps me writing:) It's fun to be appreciated, and the warious bits of constructive criticisim throughout the series have really helped my writing. Reading this chapter through after a break, I'm not as happy with it....the content is fine but my writing seems a little sloppy. I'll work on it a bit, and suggestions are welcome.

Monday, January 30, 2006 3:08 PM

NCBROWNCOAT


Love the story. Please, more, more!!!!

Tuesday, January 31, 2006 1:05 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Smashing good chapter, jetflair....but I do have a question though: if Mal and Wash met up in an Alliance POW camp, why would Mal act like he has never met him before in the "Out of Gas" flashback about Wash's hiring? Unless the hairy ferret that was Wash's moustache was that distracting

BEB

Tuesday, January 31, 2006 1:45 PM

JETFLAIR


I'm logged it, don't know why that didn't show up right....the above post was from me, jetflair.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006 10:58 PM

JETFLAIR


A sneak preview of the next chapter, written as a tribute to the anonymous poster above...because I thought it was hilarious!

Mal looked back up at Wash. "What the hell kind of summer camp did your parents send you to, anyway?" he asked, a grin sneaking across his face.

"The kind where spiders are haute cuisine, apparently."

Mal opened his eyes wide in shock and blinked rapidly. "You want me to eat him? But...I thought you were giving me a pet!" He looked fondly at the plate. "I couldn't <i>eat</i> Danny!"

"Man must do horriffic and....horrible deeds to survive," Wash replied soberly. "Thanks for not punching me again, by the way."

"I like to save that for special occasions," Mal replied. "Too much work, punching folk before breakfast."

Wash stood. "Speaking of breakfast, that incredibly annoying ringing noise in your ears means it's time to go eat." He smiled at Mal. "Let's go. You can bring back a little something special for Danny."

Saturday, April 29, 2006 7:15 AM

GUILDSISTER


Another fine chapter... Mal returning from being lost inside himself to an outer-reaching view. The timeline aspect gave me pause--how long was he in the isolation cell? Not eating? Loved the re-intro to Wash.


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