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ALLIETHORN7

Homecoming: Part 1: News and Threats
Thursday, April 27, 2006

Next part in my BDS. The crew come home to the Fryes. Violence ensues when Reaver's show up (did you think I could really stay away from them for long?)


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2261    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

The soft knock on the door of his home came at almost six in the morning, well before he was supposed to get up. After all, it was his only gorram day off for this week, unless he chose to take a vacation. That was one of the many perks of owning your own business. You, and only you, could say what was gonna happen. James Frye grumpily got out of the bed he shared with his wife, Madelyn. He stumbled on a stool at the base of the stairs, fumbling for the light switch on the wall. He let out a stream of curses in Chinese and English, muffling it more for his wife’s sake then his own. That was one of the many perks of having an empty nest: No young ears to worry about corrupting (as Madelyn would say). He expected it to be a whiny neighbor at the door, wanting him to get up and fix some tractor-or-other. Gorramit, he had raised six kids in his not at all terribly big house, he deserved some rest! So, when he opened it to find his daughter Kaylee and son-in-law Simon standing there in the morning light, smiling like the first time he had seen them together, he was a mite surprised, was all. Hell, last three times he had seen ‘em. Kaylee launched herself forward at him, getting him into a giant hug, he continued to stare at them. Slowly, it dawned on him that his middle child was hugging him, and smiling like she hadn’t lost her first child. Then, he found himself smiling like a moon-brain as he returned her hug, and then felt Simon join in. Then, he saw the rest of his extended family (thanks to Kaylee). Mal was smiling, and with him Inara, with whom he was holding hands with. Then came Zoë and Jayne, walking side by side, a stony silence between them. Obviously, they had had another spat, the one type that didn’t end in make up sex. And then came Tommy and River. Tommy looked lovingly at her as they walked slowly down the path. River’s free hand (i.e., the one that wasn’t clasping Tommy’s hand like a bear-trap would) was placed on her stomach, subconsciously, though, as her stomach had only a slight bulge now. She was almost three months along, now. After a minute of smiling some more, he called to Madelyn. This was a cause for some celebratin’! And, as they all knew far too well, it also meant lots and lots and lots of good ol’ Frye Family Beer. Lots. *** Later, they all were seated around the Frye dining room, which had no trouble seating them all (though they had to get some more tables from the living room). Mal was as close to dead drunk as could be short of keeling over, and that was only with some considerable help from Inara. The former Companion (she had given that particular profession when she had married Mal, instead opting to be their “diplomat”. No, not in that way. Or that way) was leaning against him, helping him from falling over while helping her none-too-steady self stay upright. Simon had a mug in his hand, the other arm wrapped around Kaylee, who was nursing a mug (and a penchant for getting wasted when the beer was brought out. Or the Martini’s. Or the Tequila. Or the Wine. Or the Bourbon, her personal favorite.) as well. Zoë was retelling some story or other that nobody was really listening to. Well, they were all a lil’ bit more than inebriated, so she didn’t really care. And Jayne was on the floor, snoring fitfully. Apparently, the veteran bar stoolie wasn’t able to hold his ale as well as he bragged. James sat next to his wife, who was positively glowing with maternal pride. By now, it was too late for a meal, so they had opted to get a few cups in before turning in, and having a hearty breakfast in the morning. Mrs. Frye had called all the family that could get here within two days or so. Basically: some seventeen sons, daughters, cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, and the odd set of grandparents. The virility of Frye men (and women) was becoming a local legend. River didn’t take in any beer at all, as that couldn’t be at all good for her child. And that would be just sad, born a drunk. So now, she sat on the couch in the living room, sitting with Tommy, sipping some Frye family apple juice as she sat back, thinking about nothing in particular, a luxury for her. Tommy sat back with her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other absently tracing the shallow curve of her belly. *** Kaylee had hinted about a big surprise to them over dinner, but had rapidly gotten absorbed in the beer. And, later, Simon, when they had stumbled up to the room they shared when they had come home last time. And no one wanted to disturb them when that happened. So, now, they all sat around the dining table, finishing off a sumptuous banquet of a meal of a breakfast. Finally, Kaylee pushed herself away from the table, followed by Simon. River was still eating, with a good portion still on her plate. Well, she was eating for two! Either which way, Kaylee cleared her throat, though to what end no one knew; she had everyone’s undivided attention, ‘cept for River, but then, she knew every secret everyone had, anyway. Kaylee looked her pa in the eyes for a moment, then started talking, grasping Simon’s hand for moral support. “Well, Daddy… as you coulda guessed by now, River’s pregnant, and she an’ Tommy want ta get married after she has the baby. But, they wanna get married here, in this very house, or the church if you want. But… me’n Simon…” he gave her hand a squeeze, and heartened her. “Well… me an’ Simon, we wanna have another baby!” She giggled at her father’s gaze. “No, Pa, we ain’t ‘spectin’… least not yet, anyway.” For a moment, James did not a thing. Everyone at the table (except River) waited with somewhat baited breath. Then, he gripped his chair sides so hard that his knuckles turned white. “Maddy… I need a bourbon… we’re gonna have a grandkid soon!” Kaylee sort of squealed, then ran over and gave her Father another huge hug, followed by her Ma, who was still too stunned to speak. Whilst his daughter was thus occupied, James walked over to Simon. He leaned in. “You gonna give my lil’ child a baby ‘gain?” Simon nodded, wondering what would come next. James’s face broke into a huge grin. He gave Simon a huge bear-hug. “Thank you. I ‘spect that she’ll be as happy as ever in a few months. Thank you, for makin’ my lil’ Kaywinnit so happy. Thanks!” “Your…welcome…sir…” Simon gasped, struggling to breath because of James’s bear-hug. Mr. Frye put him down, giving him a huge pat on the back. “No need to be ‘sirrin’ me, boy! Call me Dad!” Simon crouched, gripping his knees. “S-sure, Dad.” *** Darkness surrounded the small house. Everyone inside was sitting around the fire, talking or dozing in equal measure. Jayne was showing Vera to a wide-eyed boy of twelve, explaining all her parts to him with an almost paternal pride. Tommy and River were up in their shared room, sleeping. Some four extra Frye’s had shown up in the intervening hours, the rest being too far away to reach there before night fall. Simon held Kaylee close, as did Mal with Inara. Zoë was sitting alone in a corner, examining a knife with practiced eyes. Outside, there was a low scraping at the front door. James went up to get it out of habit, thinking maybe… more relatives. Lord knows he had more than enough. But, nothing short of a Reaver attack could ruin his good mood. He was gonna be a grandpa! Ain’t no prouder time for a man, ‘cept maybe when he had his own kids or got married. Cold. So cold it burned the very flesh from his bones James slowly reached for the door, sealing his own doom. No warmth, not anymore. Only cold… only blood could make him warm again. The blood of this moon. James yanked the door open just as River let out a scream of terror. Then, it cut off. The Reaver cut downward, stabbing James in the small of his back, just shy of his spinal cord. Warm, warm blood spilled from the open wound. James grunted and lurched forward, wrenching the knife out of the Reaver’s grasp. Someone screamed. Two people. Shots rang out, and the Reaver fell back, seven shots letting out its own blood, muddy brown with the Pax in it. Simon rushed over to Jack, a fire in his eyes that would soon send him back into the cold that had not claimed him for years now. But this was different. No one would mess with his family and live. Not Alliance, not Reaver’s, not nobody. Simon Tam kneeled down next to James Frye. His Father. Jayne, Mal and Zoë ran to the window, guns drawn. Someone started herding the kids down into the cellar. Simon shivered, feeling ice grip his veins. But he could control the rage building in him. Direct it. Use it as a weapon. Because no one would cross his Family. Take his life and happiness… but when you mess Kaylee, then you life is forfeit. Outside, the ungainly Reaver ship hung over head, like a carrion bird, an omen of doom.

COMMENTS

Thursday, April 27, 2006 5:46 PM

TAMSIBLING


Hells yeah! I want to see Simon kick some Reaver booty! Do not mess with the doc - it is a frightening proposition. And I know I've said this before, but I love Tommy and River. While I can almost get on the Rayne bandwagon, Tommy is so good for River because he understands her and I think that's important. Post more soon!

Thursday, April 27, 2006 6:21 PM

LEIASKY


Uh oh. Daddy Frye dead?!

Time for Simon to kick some Reaver butt!

Looking forward to the next part.

Thursday, April 27, 2006 7:30 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Ooohh....boy....the Reavers are screwed! Having psychic assassin River and proto-Reaver Simon on their asses is very bad news:)

Though I hope Mr. Frye survives. Lord knows what his death will do to Kaylee:(

BEB

Friday, April 28, 2006 8:43 AM

LEIGHKOHL


Big Bad Evil Reavers, they ruin everything! Can't wait to see how this turns out!

Friday, April 28, 2006 9:44 AM

ALLIETHORN7


Oh, its somethin ya'll won't be expectin' at ALL!!!! *grin evily and laugh a little*

-Danny


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