Summery: The thoughts of the mother of famous Mal Reynolds
Disclaimer: Don't own, they belong to Joss W and Tim M, Mutant Enemy and Fox
Captain Malcolm Reynolds, of the Serenity, one of the only firefly's working fine and dandy after the war. He must have one damn fine mechanic to keep that old wreck going. Or, he's stronger than I believed, but then he's always been pretty great when coming to his family. Here's one old wreck he just couldn't handle anymore. He had to leave. Of course he blamed it on the War, said he had to do what he thought best, what he thought right but I knew I was getting too reliant on him and he didn't like it, never believed he was ever good enough for his dear ol' mother.
Mal, he's known as. Mal, short for Malcolm. I started that you know! My sort of pet name for him. It was easier to call when he was running loose on the ranch an' I needed him to come in for lunch or dinner, or even breakfast. I made that name for him now every planet in the outer rim knows it.
I lost the ranch, my frail bones just couldn't keep control of 100 or more cattle and I had lost all my help during the war, when Malcolm took them all to war. My 4 brothers, 3 sisters, 13 nephews, 26 cousins…I lost my entire family because of him because of his childish little dream. They believed they could win, he believed it, they trusted everything he said. They worshipped him, loved him, treasured him. He lost his whole family in that war, but he never lost me. He just thought he had, but I needed him more after, after what happened.
I hate him but I love him. I can't NOT love him, he's my son!! How do people expect me to forget about him when he was growing inside of me? He lived off me for 20 years and when he left the planet on that ship, I was there, trusty mum, waving him off, white cloth dotted with darker spots from my tears. How surprised he was, they all were when I turned up on that day, the night before they had ALL heard us yell at each other. I begged him not to go, telling him there was no way that the brown coats could win, that they were failing miserably but he would hear none of it, he yelled back, louder, screaming at me that he could handle himself. I then asked him what about everyone else, he couldn't look after 46 others while saving his own ass could he? He shut up, just gave me a look that said 'they are not children anymore they can look after themselves' kissed me on my wrinkling cheek and left the room. I didn't think I was ever going to see him again that day.
But now, I can see the ship's crew walking towards us, towards the town, Malcolm at the front, with Zoë next to him, or at least I suppose it was Zoë. He wrote to me about her, oh yes, he wrote. Just to let me know he was still alive and that 3 or more members of my family was dead but that was ok because he was ok…or that's, I suppose, is what he thought. He said she was a killing machine and this woman defiantly looked like a killing machine. There are 4 other men walking with him. One is big, looks tough, a small goatee hung off his chin, not bright I can tell. There's a preacher next to the big guy, he's got the disguising grey cloth they call clothing and the small white collar over the top, but there's something….different about him compared to the others…oh well, we don't get many shepherds out this way. He's got grey hair and a black cloak on.
The other two men were of average height and build, one was brown haired, thin face, longish chin, nice looking, he had a silk waistcoat on and had his arm around a very frail looking girl, she was not yet 18 with long brown hair that hung loosely thin round her. The other man was blondish ginger, had a jump suit on, it was orange and tied round his waist, a huge coloured shirt was his excuse for a top. He kept talking to a brown haired woman, who's hair was bouncy and had a lot more life than the others. She was following the man's example and had a green jump suit on. She seemed bubbly, full of life, a part of her made me see Mal in her, but I do not know whether he is still like that.
That made 8 but there was one more, walking, well gliding, behind the others, she was well dressed and beautiful, her hair up in an elaborate bun and her hands delicately held the shawl around her.
Well, I thought as I sat back and waited for their appearance, the famous Malcolm Reynolds has finally come back home to face his demons. And maybe his old mother.
Disclaimer: Don't own, they belong to Joss W and Tim M, Mutant Enemy and Fox
Captain Malcolm Reynolds, of the Serenity, one of the only firefly's working fine and dandy after the war. He must have one damn fine mechanic to keep that old wreck going. Or, he's stronger than I believed, but then he's always been pretty great when coming to his family. Here's one old wreck he just couldn't handle anymore. He had to leave. Of course he blamed it on the War, said he had to do what he thought best, what he thought right but I knew I was getting too reliant on him and he didn't like it, never believed he was ever good enough for his dear ol' mother.
Mal, he's known as. Mal, short for Malcolm. I started that you know! My sort of pet name for him. It was easier to call when he was running loose on the ranch an' I needed him to come in for lunch or dinner, or even breakfast. I made that name for him now every planet in the outer rim knows it.
I lost the ranch, my frail bones just couldn't keep control of 100 or more cattle and I had lost all my help during the war, when Malcolm took them all to war. My 4 brothers, 3 sisters, 13 nephews, 26 cousins…I lost my entire family because of him because of his childish little dream. They believed they could win, he believed it, they trusted everything he said. They worshipped him, loved him, treasured him. He lost his whole family in that war, but he never lost me. He just thought he had, but I needed him more after, after what happened.
I hate him but I love him. I can't NOT love him, he's my son!! How do people expect me to forget about him when he was growing inside of me? He lived off me for 20 years and when he left the planet on that ship, I was there, trusty mum, waving him off, white cloth dotted with darker spots from my tears. How surprised he was, they all were when I turned up on that day, the night before they had ALL heard us yell at each other. I begged him not to go, telling him there was no way that the brown coats could win, that they were failing miserably but he would hear none of it, he yelled back, louder, screaming at me that he could handle himself. I then asked him what about everyone else, he couldn't look after 46 others while saving his own ass could he? He shut up, just gave me a look that said 'they are not children anymore they can look after themselves' kissed me on my wrinkling cheek and left the room. I didn't think I was ever going to see him again that day.
But now, I can see the ship's crew walking towards us, towards the town, Malcolm at the front, with Zoë next to him, or at least I suppose it was Zoë. He wrote to me about her, oh yes, he wrote. Just to let me know he was still alive and that 3 or more members of my family was dead but that was ok because he was ok…or that's, I suppose, is what he thought. He said she was a killing machine and this woman defiantly looked like a killing machine. There are 4 other men walking with him. One is big, looks tough, a small goatee hung off his chin, not bright I can tell. There's a preacher next to the big guy, he's got the disguising grey cloth they call clothing and the small white collar over the top, but there's something….different about him compared to the others…oh well, we don't get many shepherds out this way. He's got grey hair and a black cloak on.
The other two men were of average height and build, one was brown haired, thin face, longish chin, nice looking, he had a silk waistcoat on and had his arm around a very frail looking girl, she was not yet 18 with long brown hair that hung loosely thin round her. The other man was blondish ginger, had a jump suit on, it was orange and tied round his waist, a huge coloured shirt was his excuse for a top. He kept talking to a brown haired woman, who's hair was bouncy and had a lot more life than the others. She was following the man's example and had a green jump suit on. She seemed bubbly, full of life, a part of her made me see Mal in her, but I do not know whether he is still like that.
That made 8 but there was one more, walking, well gliding, behind the others, she was well dressed and beautiful, her hair up in an elaborate bun and her hands delicately held the shawl around her.
Well, I thought as I sat back and waited for their appearance, the famous Malcolm Reynolds has finally come back home to face his demons. And maybe his old mother.