Posted in Fan Fiction, Firefly on Jan 6th, 2009 No Comments »
“Don’t touch it!” she screams, taking big steps backwards. Her sweater is pink. Her hair has little braids in it because Inara was taking care of her yesterday, and she lets Inara braid her hair. She doesn’t let Simon.
“River, please. It’s all right.”
“Nothing is all right!”
Posted in Arthurian, Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Firefly on Oct 17th, 2007 No Comments »
Simon wipes his arm across his forehead and then his hands on his apron, and sighs; behind him River is watching. He knows she always does, when she can. He can hear her barefoot on the floor of the surgery, coming closer until she leans her chin on his shoulder and looks over him at the man on the table, the man whose blood will not stop leaking.
“Eww,” she says, and then, “Partial response. He wants to be screaming, but he’s not.”