So here we are.
Yes! Another story!
This is Mal/River. I hope it's self-explanatory.
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I hope everyone likes and I have forty four pages of writing on this one, unedited and rough and it may or may not be seen here.
Also, I'm going to be posting like a mad woman and I may get to a point where I'm done posting and just go back and edit like a...mad woman.
And if you read my other stories, have no fear I shall not neglect them. I'm working to keep updating everything regularly.
Without further ado....
Captain Malcolm Reynolds cursed as he stared at his pilot.
Why could a job never go as planned?
River had excused herself from the table at which she, Zoe, Jayne, Mal, and their clients were seated.
She'd left them because of the clients' feelings, one wasn't comfortable around her. She flustered him, Zoe he could handle but not her.
River had strode to the bar and ordered a shot. She enjoyed one on the rare occasion that she felt like fighting.
Fight or drink, her options were limited and clear. It had been a problem before she was of legal age on every planet, twenty one, that damn golden age. But now there were new problems.
Mal saw the problem immediately and he kicked Jayne's boot. Jayne noticed. Zoe needed no warning, she watched River's back despite the fact she was twenty three. To Zoe, and many others, she was a little sister.
River stared eerily at the huge hulk of a man before her. He stepped closer and she stepped back. He had trapped her in the corner.
Mal piped up to the clients, "This has been nice an' all but our girl may be causin' some mighty fine mess in here. I suggest ya take off now. We'll pick up yer goods and deliver 'em. See ya in a few weeks." The clients nodded and scattered.
River's crew sat at the table and watched for a cue. None came.
"Hey dolly, what's yer name?" the man reached out and fingered one of River's raven tresses.
"None of your rightful business. If you'll excuse me, I was on my way," the man growled lightly, "Name darlin', and it don't seem to me like yer goin' no where."
River tensed and licked her lips, "But I am. Before you lay two roads. I will be going somewhere, whether it is through you or around is your choice. Now, I will ask you only once more, please move."
The man laughed right in her face, his breath a drunken stench. While River had been fine with settling for pushing him out of the way he ruined the option when he grabbed her around the waist.
River pulled away and ground out from clenched teeth, her eyes flickering to her crew who were standing around their table, "Wrong road."
He reached for her wrist, "Lotta talk fer a little thing like you. Seems yer a tease," he grabbed her wrist and without a thought she twisted his hand behind his back.
She pinned him and caught him so if he moved, or barely even flexed, his wrist would shoot excruciating pain throughout his arm.
"Seems I warned you."