Ain't Dead Yet
Rated: PG
Category: Gen, Double Drabble, Mal POV.
Spoilers: Out Of Gas.
Summary: Something Just Didn't Seem Right...
Note: Written in response to the LJ prompt of 'Heaven' on ff_friday.
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I think I'm really dead this time.
Gotta be.
I've been close to not breathin enough times to have a bit for comparison, and it seems to me that I must've bought that proverbial farm for real this time.
It doesn't hurt, see.
There's voices; maybe a bit of light.
But it doesn't hurt. And pain's what's always told be I was still kickin. Besides, I'm alone on Serenity. Ain't no one here to be talking to me.
So, dead, then.
Ain't so bad.
Just wish I could understand those voices.
They stay just shy of intelligible for a long while, but finally I manage to actually hear them.
The words don't make sense, but the voices that bring them to me make even less.
Jayne? Inara? Whispers of Zoë and Wash?
Was that Simon? And little Kaylee?
I try to smile as Jayne and Inara argue, but I know I don't accomplish the expression.
I still can't move and somehow it still don't hurt, but their bickering tells me I'm still alive.
Don't know how, but I am. Ain't no doubt in my mind.
Cuz those voices don't jive with my afterlife.
Ain't no way I'm goin to heaven.
