Firefly Fan Fiction 50-something
This is the second Installment. For all you guys who don't know, it's post BDM, the crews various feelings after the sucky events of BDM.
This one is based on Inara.
Ain't No-One To Hear you Cry Out Here In The Black
Darkness had descended over Serenity.
The crew were sleeping. All except one.
She didn't sleep much. A waste of time, she thought.
She spent most hours of the night in the kitchen, drinking tea.
She liked to be close to the crew. She felt so cut-off in the shuttle. So alone. But she would never tell anyone that.
Mostly she feared what sleep brought.
Nightmares. Dreams of the very thing she was trying to escape. Worst of all, when she slept, she dreamed of Mal.
She dreamed of him holding her. Whispering in her ear that she wasn't alone. Then he would disappear and she would wake, crying.
She wanted to run to him. To feel his arms. She wanted him to wipe away her tears.
But she would never let him see them. She would never let him see how much she needed him. Never let him see her pain.
She would live on and remain the Ambassador. The whore.
She would go to her shuttle and lay down in her bed and close her eyes, allowing but one solitary tear to fall.
She would never let anyone see her cry.
Anyway, ain't no-one to hear you cry out here in the black.