Title: In Hindsight Clear
Author: Secret-Agent-Omega
Genre: Drama.
Rating: K.
Pairings: Mal/Inara.
Location on Firefly Universe Timeline: During the BDM, just as Mal is about to head into the lift and glances at Inara. Mal/Inara 'shippers, you know the moment I'm talking about.
Spoilers: Generic spoilers for the series, and slightly more specific spoilers for the BDM.
Summary: Mal and Inara share a timeless moment in the face of almost-certain doom.
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Length without header: 1 page(s) at 12-point Times New Roman font; 212 words; 1,087 characters including spaces.
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Notes: So, I was re-reading the third installment of Biggrstaffbunch's "This is Your Brain on Drugs" – which is fantastic, by the way – and my muse just jumped out and bonked me over the head. This is the result, and if you've read the abovementioned chapter, you can probably see where the idea came from. Special thanks to Biggrstaffbunch for getting my muse to do something productive, and as ever, to ValerieBean for her continued support and beta work.
In Hindsight Clear
By Secret-Agent-Omega
"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
- Opening stanza, "Auguries of Innocence", by William Blake
They have rarely seen eye-to-eye, and even more rarely have they agreed. It is their way, opposites attracting, but never touching.
For each of them, it is the life they have chosen. It is who they are, who they were meant to be, and neither can accommodate the other.
But as he turns to leave, they lock eyes for a moment, and in that single ephemeral eternity, they speak volumes as one.
I never wanted it to end this way between us... never wanted to let so many chances pass us by.
But I did, and here we are, out of chances... here we are, out of time.
I'm sorry for all the things I said... sorry for all the things I didn't say.
I shouldn't have been so proud... shouldn't have been so stubborn.
I should have told you how I felt... should have held you close and never let go.
If I could do it over again, I'd have done things differently... I'd have made every moment count.
I love you... goodbye.