stolen from Clairza

[fahye]

Fuckit. I'm not getting any work done tonight.

Reply with an icon, and I'll write you a ficlet about it.

ETA: My brain has pretty much shut down, but I will keep writing these tomorrow; if you want to request one then do feel free to leave a comment :)

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[hobviously.livejournal.com]

I love this game.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

You can never find a spare cable when you need one, Early says as he winds the cable that normally connects the port nav sensors to the automatic boosters around her legs. Does that seem right to you?

And she can't cry out, oh God, she wants to cry out, she wants more than anything for the scream in her throat to escape. But it's stuck, and it's splintering, and it hurts like hell.

Just something that has to happen, Miss Kaylee, and he's spinning a gun around and around in his hand as he looks at her.

She thinks: I should be brave. Mal would want me to be brave.

She hiccups past the gag and tries not to cry but the tears spill down uncontrollably.

She thinks: that'll rust.

There's a shuddering sound off to her left as the engine wakes up to the fact that it's missing a connection.

She thinks: I should be worried about the ship. About the others.

But Early looks at her with an expression that's part pity and part disdain and part naked enjoyment and she can't spare even the smallest fraction of her mind to be anything but terrified for herself.

She thinks: you're dead, you gorram tāmāde húndàn, why aren't you dead, but she can't think it loud enough to block out her own sobs. And Early's hands are tugging at the cables and she can't move and his gun is stroking up her bare legs like a lover's caress and when the engine whines and sputters she knows it's a dream because it wouldn't make a sound like that with just the nav control out of whack.

But she's still crying, and she doesn't stop until the world blurs and she hears Simon's voice - hey, hey, Kaylee, hey - and it sounds a little like the voice he still uses with River but she doesn't care, it's him and it's home. She lies there with her eyes wild and lets him unwind the sheets that she has twisted around her legs, lets him brush back her hair, lets his words piece her back together.

[hobviously.livejournal.com]

That seems very right to me.

[vaudevilles.livejournal.com]

*pets PTSD Kaylee*

*claps Fahye*

These comment fics are the best fun to read!