Author's note: I don't own this, in fact I'm completely terrified of butchering it so please tell me to knock it off if things get ridiculous. The first section uses some dialogue from Firefly's script- THOSE PARTS I DID NOT WRITE. I don't like doing that but I really wanted this effect when I was originally just scribbling this down. Joss Whedon is…hardcore awesome.
I love Simon. I'm sure that won't shine through. My goal for this is to try and post at least two chapters a week, and to steer away from romantic relationships that aren't already there (going along with the whole 'not butchering' idea.) Please review- I hope you enjoy!
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Prologue
Simon stared at the infirmary door wistfully. He sat perched on the table, swinging his legs back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. A drop of water slid down the sink; as it crashed a note seemed to ring out, voices that he couldn't remember yelling, the deadly clink of bullets thrown in a pan, the thud of his scalpel being put to rest. He sat perched on the table.
-coulda been you she mighta shot just then. The doctor, as you just made note of. And who exactly could fix you? Not nobody. We're still deep-
…you don't even like me.
Yeah, it's a tale of woe, very stirring but in the meantime-
How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?
The doors ripped open. He stood there tall, not proud-never proud but not ashamed either.
"You've heaped a world of trouble on me and mine."
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"He's coming to!"
There were hands everywhere, all over his body, pushing back on his chest as it convulsed- he couldn't feel anything but the saliva of faces in white lab coats. Men were shouting at each other, looking everywhere but his eyes- then he felt the pain. Needles, knives, poles running through him, breaking his bones, tearing away tissue, burning deep into his organs. Wetness covered his face, filling his mouth and nostrils with hot, clotting tang. There were no memories- he didn't come here- everything was wrong, people were missing- they left him!
"River!"
Simon felt another needle pierce his skin, and his panic began to seep back into sleep, falling away with the tug of the tide.
"-raps, in case we have another mishap…hurt himself-"
As the ugly figures faded away a word clicked in his mind.
.
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Serenity.
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Short right? Well, it's a prologue. Future chapters will be longer. Thanks for reading!