FireFly: Crossroads
By J.D. Marx
Based on the series created By Joss Whedon
Cast
Malcolm Reynolds - the captain Zoe - the soldier Wash - the pilot Inara - the companion Jayne - the mercenary Kaylee - the mechanic Book - the shepherd River - the fugitive Simon Tam - the doctor
I dedicate this story to my wall that I have needed to lean on so many times since our paths crossed. To the wisest blonde in the 'verse and my best friend and the Devil in the Red Dress.
Luv you girl..
December 28, 2002
There comes a time in everyone's life, where decisions will be made that will affect the rest of their lives. This time is called a crossroads. The decision to go left or right, to go straight or to go back, altering the course of someone's life. This was when the crew of the Serenity faced their crossroads. And nothing was ever the same after that.
River Tam, 2523
Chapter: 1
2519,
To anyone that traveled amongst the stars. For those who traversed the abyss, and journeyed through the hostile environment of the vacuum, space travel was a beautiful, if not dangerous adventure. Every time a boat would set out amongst the stars, it was an adventure unlike the previous journey. It was something no more grew accustomed to. Each sail was unlike the other in comparison, so there was nothing routine about space travel. It was a landmark that humanity had lived to see. Albeit the close calls humanity had with Armageddon, humanity lived on.
One such boat travelling through the void, the FireFly transport ship Serenity. A ship to those who thought was beautiful, while others thought it was nothing but a hunk of metal with two engine nacelles attached to a hull with an ion drive attached to the rear. The gravity generator spinning along a stationary axis providing the crew of the comfort of gravity.
To the crew of the Serenity, the hunk of metal had become their home. They had shared many adventures in the previous two years. They had shared many brushes with death. And in the end, their perils and adventures had brought them closer together.
The engine nacelle's bright blue plumes of power, driving the old starship through the soundless void of the vacuum. Her thick hull protecting the crew from the hostile environment of the ocean of stars that she knifed through.
The captain of the Serenity, former Independent Militia Sergeant Malcolm Reynolds sits in his cabin in the early morning hours as always he had done before his alarm woke him, reading a book. A hobby that he had not been able to follow up on until the past few months with business slow.
No cargo runs, no guns smuggling, or cattle transporting, nothing. Nothing legal, nothing illegal. Absolutely nothing other than traveling from planet to planet, looking for work.
Not like Serenity needed the work. The past two years had been well for the FireFly's crew.
"Look's like we're going to get a long deserved holiday," Mal announced to the crew in the dining hall. The crew cheered.
Three weeks later the cabin fever began to hit as the crew tried to do anything to keep themselves occupied. Nothing to do, but travel the stars. Nothing to do but what boat captain's slogan was: keep flying.
"I hate the slow season," Mal muttered as he leaned back and closed his eyes with his book closed at his side on the bed. He reached and dimmed the lights.
Three cabins down, in the stateroom belonging to Kaylee, the boat's young engineer that kept the old FireFly up and running. But it was not the transport that she was keeping running as she was in the warm romantic embrace of her lover, if the term was appropriate; the ship's young doctor Simon Tam.
Simon had come onboard the Serenity two years ago. Fugitives on the run from the Alliance after he had liberated his young sister, River, from an Alliance testing lab.
The two years had been hard and long on Simon as he leaned up and rolled Kaylee over on her back as he deeply kissed her sweet lips, kissing her throat that brought her to ecstasy.
"Oh, Simon," Kaylee cried as he continued to make her moan soft, but slowly getting louder.
Though Simon was only in his twenties, the past two years had made him feel closer to forty. Playing ship's doctor, and caring for River. Trying to figure out exactly what the procedures that the Academy had done to her. And most importantly, why?
The moaning from either partner stopped, and Simon placed his head on her chest. Both of their rapid breathing slowly getting slower. Sweat covered both lovers as they laid under the covers.
Even in the deep of space, love found a way.
"I have a confession to make," Simon could only breath.
A smile appeared on Kaylee's face. That smile that melted Simon's hear only every time he saw it. "Shouldn't you talk to Shepherd about confessions?"
"Not with this," Simon gasped as he leaned his head back, and stared at her beautiful eyes that Simon could get lost in. "I'm--was---sort of---- hell. How do I say it?
"Oh, Simon. You're a---a virgin?
"I was," Simon smiled.
"Oh my, god."
The last term caused Simon's heart to beat fast in panic. What had he done?
"What? What is it?" Simon said as his heart began to beat fast as in panic. What did I do? He asked himself.
"Baby, you were so good."
It felt as if someone placed a calming touch on his heart because it began to settle down.
"Don't do that to me. You'll give me a heart attack. And I'm the only doctor on this boat."
"That would be bad. The only doctor having a heart attack in his lover's arm. That would be kind of embarrassing." She smiled teasingly as she placed her hand in his dark hair and began rubbing the back of his neck.
"Your just saying that."
"Saying, what?"
"I was good?"
Kaylee stopped rubbing the back of his neck and clawed it instead.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"Then it succeeded it's intention." Kaylee paused as she began to stroke the back of his neck again. "I never just say that, Doctor. Ready to give it another go.
"Ready and willing," Simon said as he began to kiss her passionately once again as their love making continued.
In the cargo bay, the hired gun and residential mercenary Jayne is clad in his workout garments with a towel over his neck as he is followed down the steps by his work out partner, the boat's residential Shepherd, Book.
They reach the work out bench as Shepherd lays down on the bench and Jayne spots him.
"You ready to hurt, holy man?"
"Always," Book says as he grabs the bar and begins to lift the bar. "What do you have on this?"
"Two fifty,"
"Trying to kill an old man?"
"No way. The big guy wouldn't like that."
"No, I don't think he would," Shepherd continued as he reached number two.
"Let me ask you something?"
"Ask, away," Shepherd said as he began struggling to lift the bar.
"Is it hard?"
"What?"
"Following your commandments, rules, whatever they're called."
"Not when you put your mind and faith into it."
"Faith, that's much of something I never had."
"Why do you ask?" Book asked as the bar began to fall when Jaycee's quick reflexes grabbed the bar and put it back in place.
"Don't know. Just thinkin'."
"Jayne, you, thinking about religion. I'm joyful."
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't you be getting the wrong idea, here. I'm just wonderin'. That's all. You think I want to pt my gun away for a book. Ain't not a way in the 'verse."
"It's more than just a book, Jayne. It's a piece of history. Dates back to the days of the Earth That Was. It's a piece of mankind that we take out to the stars."
"Yeah, well are we going to talk religion, or work out?"
"By your lead," Shepherd responded as he stood from the bench and he took his spotting position as Jayne laid on the bench.
"Go for it, holy man," Jayne said as he lifted the bar, and began his exercises without spilling a sweat.
"Oh, my God!" Kaylee cried. "Oh, yes! Yes! Don't stop!" The muffled sound of Kaylee filtered through the bulkheads reaching Mal's quarters as he blindly reached for the light controls.
"Sha ye muin," Mal cursed as he got up. "Three times, hell."
He refused the idea of going back to sleep as he looked at his watch and saw the alarm would wake him up in thirty minutes. So he made his way to his closet, pulled out his wardrobe and a towel and climbed the ladder up into the corridor.
As soon as he reached the up-level and stepped onto the corridor, the crying and moaning grew louder by the moment.
"Don't stop, please don't stop. Harder! Harder!"
Mal shakes his head as he looks down the corridor to see the boat's pilot, Wash heading towards the cockpit with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
"Morning Oh Fearless Leader! Sleep well."
"Did I sleep at all?"
A smirk grin that Wash was famous for appeared on his face. "Just listen, isn't that beautiful. The sound of pre-marital sex." He places his finger beneath his eye as if he's wiping a way a tear. "Looks like our kids aren't so innocent any more. Warms your heart."
"You think they could keep it down a little? This is a tin can in space, you know."
"Ah c'mon, Mal. There's nothing like the sound of lovers in ecstasy."
"That's it!" Kaylee shouted. "Like that! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Who would had thought?" Malcolm said as the sounds of love making faded away. "That our dear doctor would be so--so---"
"Practiced---experienced--instructed----"
"Yes, Wash! All those and more."
"He's a doctor," Wash stated forwards to the cockpit. "He knows the route of the land."
"Oh, thank you. Anyone tell you you're the master of the obvious?"
"Yeah, my wife." Wash saluted and reached the steps leading up to the cockpit.
"Fuh shan ze lej hum!" Kaylee sighed loudly as Mal began to walk towards the showers. "Oh Simon!" He heard as he rounded the corner.
"You go, Doc," a wide grin forming on his face as he walked away.
Based on the series created By Joss Whedon
Cast
Malcolm Reynolds - the captain Zoe - the soldier Wash - the pilot Inara - the companion Jayne - the mercenary Kaylee - the mechanic Book - the shepherd River - the fugitive Simon Tam - the doctor
I dedicate this story to my wall that I have needed to lean on so many times since our paths crossed. To the wisest blonde in the 'verse and my best friend and the Devil in the Red Dress.
Luv you girl..
December 28, 2002
There comes a time in everyone's life, where decisions will be made that will affect the rest of their lives. This time is called a crossroads. The decision to go left or right, to go straight or to go back, altering the course of someone's life. This was when the crew of the Serenity faced their crossroads. And nothing was ever the same after that.
River Tam, 2523
Chapter: 1
2519,
To anyone that traveled amongst the stars. For those who traversed the abyss, and journeyed through the hostile environment of the vacuum, space travel was a beautiful, if not dangerous adventure. Every time a boat would set out amongst the stars, it was an adventure unlike the previous journey. It was something no more grew accustomed to. Each sail was unlike the other in comparison, so there was nothing routine about space travel. It was a landmark that humanity had lived to see. Albeit the close calls humanity had with Armageddon, humanity lived on.
One such boat travelling through the void, the FireFly transport ship Serenity. A ship to those who thought was beautiful, while others thought it was nothing but a hunk of metal with two engine nacelles attached to a hull with an ion drive attached to the rear. The gravity generator spinning along a stationary axis providing the crew of the comfort of gravity.
To the crew of the Serenity, the hunk of metal had become their home. They had shared many adventures in the previous two years. They had shared many brushes with death. And in the end, their perils and adventures had brought them closer together.
The engine nacelle's bright blue plumes of power, driving the old starship through the soundless void of the vacuum. Her thick hull protecting the crew from the hostile environment of the ocean of stars that she knifed through.
The captain of the Serenity, former Independent Militia Sergeant Malcolm Reynolds sits in his cabin in the early morning hours as always he had done before his alarm woke him, reading a book. A hobby that he had not been able to follow up on until the past few months with business slow.
No cargo runs, no guns smuggling, or cattle transporting, nothing. Nothing legal, nothing illegal. Absolutely nothing other than traveling from planet to planet, looking for work.
Not like Serenity needed the work. The past two years had been well for the FireFly's crew.
"Look's like we're going to get a long deserved holiday," Mal announced to the crew in the dining hall. The crew cheered.
Three weeks later the cabin fever began to hit as the crew tried to do anything to keep themselves occupied. Nothing to do, but travel the stars. Nothing to do but what boat captain's slogan was: keep flying.
"I hate the slow season," Mal muttered as he leaned back and closed his eyes with his book closed at his side on the bed. He reached and dimmed the lights.
Three cabins down, in the stateroom belonging to Kaylee, the boat's young engineer that kept the old FireFly up and running. But it was not the transport that she was keeping running as she was in the warm romantic embrace of her lover, if the term was appropriate; the ship's young doctor Simon Tam.
Simon had come onboard the Serenity two years ago. Fugitives on the run from the Alliance after he had liberated his young sister, River, from an Alliance testing lab.
The two years had been hard and long on Simon as he leaned up and rolled Kaylee over on her back as he deeply kissed her sweet lips, kissing her throat that brought her to ecstasy.
"Oh, Simon," Kaylee cried as he continued to make her moan soft, but slowly getting louder.
Though Simon was only in his twenties, the past two years had made him feel closer to forty. Playing ship's doctor, and caring for River. Trying to figure out exactly what the procedures that the Academy had done to her. And most importantly, why?
The moaning from either partner stopped, and Simon placed his head on her chest. Both of their rapid breathing slowly getting slower. Sweat covered both lovers as they laid under the covers.
Even in the deep of space, love found a way.
"I have a confession to make," Simon could only breath.
A smile appeared on Kaylee's face. That smile that melted Simon's hear only every time he saw it. "Shouldn't you talk to Shepherd about confessions?"
"Not with this," Simon gasped as he leaned his head back, and stared at her beautiful eyes that Simon could get lost in. "I'm--was---sort of---- hell. How do I say it?
"Oh, Simon. You're a---a virgin?
"I was," Simon smiled.
"Oh my, god."
The last term caused Simon's heart to beat fast in panic. What had he done?
"What? What is it?" Simon said as his heart began to beat fast as in panic. What did I do? He asked himself.
"Baby, you were so good."
It felt as if someone placed a calming touch on his heart because it began to settle down.
"Don't do that to me. You'll give me a heart attack. And I'm the only doctor on this boat."
"That would be bad. The only doctor having a heart attack in his lover's arm. That would be kind of embarrassing." She smiled teasingly as she placed her hand in his dark hair and began rubbing the back of his neck.
"Your just saying that."
"Saying, what?"
"I was good?"
Kaylee stopped rubbing the back of his neck and clawed it instead.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"Then it succeeded it's intention." Kaylee paused as she began to stroke the back of his neck again. "I never just say that, Doctor. Ready to give it another go.
"Ready and willing," Simon said as he began to kiss her passionately once again as their love making continued.
In the cargo bay, the hired gun and residential mercenary Jayne is clad in his workout garments with a towel over his neck as he is followed down the steps by his work out partner, the boat's residential Shepherd, Book.
They reach the work out bench as Shepherd lays down on the bench and Jayne spots him.
"You ready to hurt, holy man?"
"Always," Book says as he grabs the bar and begins to lift the bar. "What do you have on this?"
"Two fifty,"
"Trying to kill an old man?"
"No way. The big guy wouldn't like that."
"No, I don't think he would," Shepherd continued as he reached number two.
"Let me ask you something?"
"Ask, away," Shepherd said as he began struggling to lift the bar.
"Is it hard?"
"What?"
"Following your commandments, rules, whatever they're called."
"Not when you put your mind and faith into it."
"Faith, that's much of something I never had."
"Why do you ask?" Book asked as the bar began to fall when Jaycee's quick reflexes grabbed the bar and put it back in place.
"Don't know. Just thinkin'."
"Jayne, you, thinking about religion. I'm joyful."
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't you be getting the wrong idea, here. I'm just wonderin'. That's all. You think I want to pt my gun away for a book. Ain't not a way in the 'verse."
"It's more than just a book, Jayne. It's a piece of history. Dates back to the days of the Earth That Was. It's a piece of mankind that we take out to the stars."
"Yeah, well are we going to talk religion, or work out?"
"By your lead," Shepherd responded as he stood from the bench and he took his spotting position as Jayne laid on the bench.
"Go for it, holy man," Jayne said as he lifted the bar, and began his exercises without spilling a sweat.
"Oh, my God!" Kaylee cried. "Oh, yes! Yes! Don't stop!" The muffled sound of Kaylee filtered through the bulkheads reaching Mal's quarters as he blindly reached for the light controls.
"Sha ye muin," Mal cursed as he got up. "Three times, hell."
He refused the idea of going back to sleep as he looked at his watch and saw the alarm would wake him up in thirty minutes. So he made his way to his closet, pulled out his wardrobe and a towel and climbed the ladder up into the corridor.
As soon as he reached the up-level and stepped onto the corridor, the crying and moaning grew louder by the moment.
"Don't stop, please don't stop. Harder! Harder!"
Mal shakes his head as he looks down the corridor to see the boat's pilot, Wash heading towards the cockpit with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
"Morning Oh Fearless Leader! Sleep well."
"Did I sleep at all?"
A smirk grin that Wash was famous for appeared on his face. "Just listen, isn't that beautiful. The sound of pre-marital sex." He places his finger beneath his eye as if he's wiping a way a tear. "Looks like our kids aren't so innocent any more. Warms your heart."
"You think they could keep it down a little? This is a tin can in space, you know."
"Ah c'mon, Mal. There's nothing like the sound of lovers in ecstasy."
"That's it!" Kaylee shouted. "Like that! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Who would had thought?" Malcolm said as the sounds of love making faded away. "That our dear doctor would be so--so---"
"Practiced---experienced--instructed----"
"Yes, Wash! All those and more."
"He's a doctor," Wash stated forwards to the cockpit. "He knows the route of the land."
"Oh, thank you. Anyone tell you you're the master of the obvious?"
"Yeah, my wife." Wash saluted and reached the steps leading up to the cockpit.
"Fuh shan ze lej hum!" Kaylee sighed loudly as Mal began to walk towards the showers. "Oh Simon!" He heard as he rounded the corner.
"You go, Doc," a wide grin forming on his face as he walked away.