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PROLOGUE
I had this feeling for a long time now. Something was not right. Something was amiss. There were thing which did not fit together.
There were nights when I could not close my eyes and go to sleep. I laid on my bed just starring into the nothingness of the artificial darkness. My brain did not want to function. I saw things I did not remember doing and heard voices of people I have never met before. 'It is just a practical joke of your brain' was my first guess. Night after night the guess turned into hope and then hope itself disappeared and what was left was darkness, nothingness of my brain.
Tonight was one of those nights with no sleep, no dreams, no hope.
I rolled from my left side to the right, searched for a comfortable position to fall asleep. It was unusually warm in my room. The sheets were laying next to me. I thought I got a flu on the last planet our little team had to stop. But the symptoms did not match. I felt as I always did. Just normal.
'A warm comfortable night, maybe I will get some sleep this time' my line of thought was disturbed by an alarm clock going off. The most funny thing was I did not own one. Never had one. Never needed one. So what the hell was going on for me to hear an alarm next to my ear.
Three times O-sign, two times X-sign, five times Y-sign. The display was blinking into the darkness of the room making his eyes go blurry. The clock itself turned to be a little device with a big display, one of the older kind. No one produced those nowadays. How it got under his bed, he had no idea. The display was blinking repeating some letters like they were prayers over and over again. The alarm stopped as suddenly as it started. The room became quiet as it was before. Only the neon green light from the display threw light on his face.
'One, two, three, one two, one, two, three, five', he was thinking loud, counting the burning letters on the display. 'Again and again.'
The morning came. It was a very lazy morning. Waking the ship slowly just like a loving mother on the holidays. Inara was always the first to wake up and make some wonderful coffee for everyone. She was like a goddess of coffee-making. It was not to strong or too bitter (that was the speciality of the Captain). She moved gracefully through the ship, trying not to make too much noise and wake all the others.
The sweet smell of coffee in the air reached the rooms of the two lovebirds, woke them up, made a lot of promises for the upcoming day. It was a really good smell to wake up to. Something special, something reminding them of a family they became, something each and every one of them cherished.
Kaylee, with a cup of fresh brewed coffee in her hands, watched as Simon cut bread for breakfast, then opened the fridge, took out some real butter and sausages, cheese. The last planet where they did their unofficial business provided them with natural products which hadn't cost the price they paid.
Inara was setting the table and the Captain was speaking with the pilot and his first mate.
All in all it was a typical morning with people he knew but who did not know him.
AN: Just a prologue of the fic I've been thinking of. I hope you like it. Tell me what you think.