Title: We Are Broken
Author: Sidnea Blackstone
Spoilers: THE MOVIE!
Rating: AO
Pairing: Mal and River
Summary: Follows immediately after the Feds stand down and is a missing scene before the funeral.
Disclaimer: Not a stupid network that cancels the viewer's favorite show and not Joss Whedon, because I couldn't do what he does I am just a lowly fan fic author who'll never make a dime off her merciless addiction. No harm intended.
We Are Broken
We are broken our bodies' testament to the violence of life, bruised and battered; bloody and worn. He more than I bare the marks of the day I have only a few scratches and my muscles ache, but he has been shot, beaten, run through with a sword and then beaten some more. We are broken.
"You okay, little one?" His voice is rough, but warm and sweet like melted chocolate. I feel his skin next to mine, his hand in mine. I ease myself closer to him where he is laid upon the stretcher and carefully lay my head on his shoulder. I just nod because I don't have the words my mind is so suddenly quiet and for once I am happily alone inside my head. I hear him groan his understanding and feel his chin ease against my forehead as we wait for medical treatment.
They wanted to take us to one of their ships, but he wouldn't go and neither would I. Simon, Zoë, and Kaylee had to go they needed more attention than could be got planet-side. Inara went with them promising that they would be safe. Have to trust her, but not wanting to give that much.
"We are broken." I tell him.
"Been broken worse before." He answers and it is true. "Broken don't mean we can't be fixed with the right parts."
"You found them." I said.
"That I did little albatross."
"But they are broken and jagged pieces."
"Even broken pieces can be beautiful again when they are put together right."