AN:

Hello! I've absolutely no idea what this is ~ it has no context or anything, more of a little drabble than anything else. Although I loved writing this and I'm swriously considering writing more, so let me know what you think on this front.
Also, if you were wondering, these are all the roles in my head ;;
Coulson = Mal
May = Zoe
Ward = Jayne
Trip = Wash
Skye = River
Bobbi = Inara
Jemma = Simon
Fitz = Kaylee

(also, bonus;)
Lance as Badger and Lorelei as Saffron.

also Fitz with an accent because yes!

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"We got Reavers incomin'!"

Reavers. It's a word that strikes fear into the hearts of the bravest soldiers, of even the Alliance (especially the Alliance). And the mutated humans couldn't have come at any better time ~ resident physic Skye Simmons is lying in the medical room, pale and lifeless from the blood pooling in her shirt.

Fitz pales at the mere thought of Reavers boarding Serenity, but across the room Jemma doesn't look frightened, instead gritting her teeth and steeling her resolve as she rifles through the medical supplies, swearing under her breath in Chinese. Although her hands are shaking, he's never seen the doctor so determined.

Trip's voice continues to warn the crew through the intercom, and to say the ship is in full panic mode is an understatement. Jemma hovers over her sister anxiously, teeth biting her lip so hard she's drawing blood, raw emotion hidden behind the professional doctor mode that she adopts during crises.

He stares down at Skye's pale figure, worry brewing in his stomach as he notes the way her chest barely rises.

Bobbi steps forward, clad in typical Companion attire, and drapes her silk cloak around Skye. "What do you need, Jemma?"

"Um," Jemma stutters, blinking rapidly as she tries to force out the right words. "There's a - there's a red med kit in my room! Just bring everything."

Fitz can't hear much save for the blood roaring in his ears, but he registers enough to know that Bobbi has rushed off. Jemma flings open a cupboard and attempts to grab for some gloves, but she's shaking so much she shoves the whole box onto the ground.

The ship gives a sudden lurch, the supplies fly everywhere, and right then Jemma Simmons looks like she's about to burst into tears and give up.

"Jemma - " he attempts, but she's gulping back tears and shaking her head rapidly at him, words stumbling out in a jumble of incoherent sentences.

"I can't do this, Fitz," she sobs, "it's my fault she's here, it's going to be my fault if she doesn't make it, it's my fault we're being chased by those wang ba dan Alliance - and, oh god, the Reavers - "

The ship suddenly gave a violent lurch, and both Jemma and Fitz stumbled into something for grip. Seeing Jemma with her hair astray and her eyes watering and Skye's fatal position makes something snap inside of him, and before he knows it he's ducking down to the ground and scooping up a box of gloves with a resolve that he hasn't had in a very, very long time.

"Fitz? What are you - "

Determination and raw feeling rushes through his blood, setting his veins on fire, throwing his brain into overdrive as he grabs Jemma impulsively by the hand and presses the gloves into her grasp. She's got trails of blood and grime streaked upon her face, tears are running down her features and her hair is escaping it's ponytail, but it's then that he sees her ~ clever and brave and beautiful and so completely Jemma Simmons that he figures if they're going to die now that at least he got a glimpse of this.

Instead of voicing this, he squeezes her hand and gives her a reassuring smile; a snatch of calm in an ocean of havoc. "Ain't nobody in the 'Verse that gon' stop us, Jemma. Everythin's gon' be just shiny, you'll see."