Man, it's been a while since I've written for Firefly. Review!
It happens to Mal when he's tired.
When he's tired, when he's frustrated, and when he wants to kick Serenity's hull, shouting at the top of his lungs to get it out.
That's the only time it'll come. That's the only time that the small pebble he keeps at his bedside will rock back and forth before finally lifting itself into the air, shaking and shaking.
It stays like that for only a few seconds. And then it drops, hits the floor. And he feels so tired, like he's been running in a marathon.
That was before River was on the ship.
Now, whenever he does it, he'll always hear River open the hatch and climb on down; and she'll sit next to him in his bunk, hold his hand and say "Again."
He's not quite sure what it all means, but it's easier when she's around. Almost like he has more -- power.
River's been talking about generators quite a bit lately. Gestalt, she says, though Mal doesn't quite know what the hell that's supposed to mean, though he has a feeling that it means she wants to practice with him.
He doesn't mind, which is something else different.