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What is Human?
Chapter 10---- The Definition Of Rain
"She's unconscious but her vitals are strong," Simon stated, pulling off his rubber gloves. They took Ayme to the infirmary where Simon looked her over to make sure she was alright. "She's just in a coma it looks like, eyes are responsive, reflexes are as well."
"D'you think she'll wake up?" Gavon inquired, standing close to her but not touching her.
"Honestly, I don't know," Simon said, trying to sound confident. "But as long as she's stable, she should wake up on her own."
"She did that for us," Kaylee said, her head peeking around the door frame. "Poor girl…"
"It was her fault the ship turned around," Mal replied. "We were thinkin' of a plan, she shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like she did."
"She saved us all, Mal, especially from splitting up and getting murdered," Inara stated, standing next to Kaylee.
"That don't mean a thing when she put y—" Mal stopped. "Us in a mighty big problem."
"And then get us out of it," Inara defended. "It wasn't really a problem anyway, she knew that she would stop them…somehow."
Gavon leaned against the wall, one of his legs shaking nervously and one of his fingers in his mouth.
"Maybe we should give her some room," Zoe suggested, examining Gavon's body language and realizing the argument shouldn't have been taking place down there. She then whispered to the rest, "Give him some time with her."
"What? Give room to the unconscious dead girl?" Jayne questioned, standing somewhat farther away from the room itself but wanted to know how Mal was going to handle this one.
"That sounds like a good idea," Simon said as well, "We should talk about this above."
"It is gettin' a little crowded," Mal complained, walking out and biting on his lower lip in thought. All that were downstairs followed except for Gavon who was still shaking his leg nervously and watching Ayme breathe in and out carefully.
"You shouldn't have done that," Gavon stated to Ayme angrily. She still sat in her unnerving state, looking more like a corpse than a person. "Now look at you, drained all your gorramn energy…we were tryin' to get you to be healthy again…not to use it all up."
His leg shook harder as there was no one else on the other side of the argument, trying to keep his mind calm.
"You aren't supposed to be taking care of everything," Gavon said in a more pout like tone. "First you can't sleep, now you can't wake up…make up your mind one of these days, Ted ain't gonna like that."
Still silence on the other end, not a single change in her face.
"Shuh muh, Ayme," Gavon whispered. "I shouldn't have…I won't let you out of my sight again, not after this stunt you pulled."
"She protected you," River said from outside the infirmary doors, suddenly appearing out of thin air. Gavon jerked and fell back away from Ayme, his heart racing and pounding in his throat.
"Gao yang jong duh goo yang," Gavon replied, letting his lungs take in air as it had bee caught in his chest. "Where did you come from? This was meant to be a private conversation."
"Wasn't really a conversation," River mumbled, stepping inside. "You were just talking."
"Yeah, well," Gavon sighed. "It helps, sometimes."
"She was dreaming about the blood water," River stated, glancing up at him with icy eyes. "Now she's dreaming about you, black wolf."
"You are one strange girl, kiddo," Gavon said, shaking his head slightly at her.
"My name's not kiddo," River said snottily. "It's River."
"Well, mine's Gavon, but I don't hear you calling me by that," Gavon said, smiling at the young girl. "And besides, I like kiddo better."
"You're just happy because she's dreaming about you," River mumbled, her tone lower.
"You'd be happy too," Gavon replied glancing back to Ayme, "If you were me, little reader."
"I'm not telling you anything else," River muttered, walking out. "You're too happy."
Gavon let his breathe escape him, hoping that her eyes would open soon…
He left Ayme for a few moments to get some of her pills and injections from the room above, knowing that he would have to give them to her in order to keep her body alive. He picked up the bag filled with medications and took it down back to the infirmary, still bare of life except for the pale, unconscious body before him on the examination table.
Gavon dug deep within the bag and pulled out three injections, setting the bag onto the ground and placing two in his mouth before pulling the cap off of the third. He stepped over to Ayme and lifted her limp arm up, seeing the vein easily under the pale skin and sliding the needle in. He let the liquid slide into her body, shutting his eyes as he pulled it out and a dot of blood followed. He set the empty syringe down on her covered leg, pulling from his mouth and stabbing her again, then a third time.
He grabbed the injections, hoping that the small pain would wake her but there was nothing in her face as the warm blood traveled from her arm. He dotted it with his finger and swept it off of her white arm.
He stepped away from her and back to the bag, slipping the syringes inside before noticing something. Inside on the bottom of the bag were thin video screen, piled up. Gavon knew what they were, information, feeds, all about the facility Ayme had been made in, given to Gavon from Ted and originally from Ayme.
He picked one up, pressing it and let it begin to play.
It was a room, darker with blue lights lining the top walls. Ayme who was younger, skinnier, even whiter than she was now. She sat on a black bench, a piano with white keys before her but she did not play it, only stared down at it. Her breathing was heavy, her body making noises as it filled with air and let it out, a wheezing sound.
Gavon had watched the feed before, leaning against the window as it continued.
Someone stepped from the side of the room unseen by the recording, a tall man with a long white coat draped over his shoulders.
"Good morning, A.E.-1.32392, Ayme," He greeted, pulling out a clip board from inside his coat, typing into its transparent surface as it lit up his face slightly.
"Good morning, Dr. Markson," Ayme said lightly, coughing afterwards.
"Yaven, Ayme. You can call me Yaven," He replied lightly as she still stared down at the piano. Yaven stepped closer to her, settling next to her on the piano bench.
"Do you know what this is?" Yaven questioned her lightly.
"A piano," Ayme answered, staring at it in pure wonder.
"Would you like to play it for me?" Yaven questioned again.
"Perhaps," Ayme answered, "But I must do my test first."
"Alright," Yaven said, hitting his clipboard and from the ceiling dropped a large metal crate.
"Move it across—"
The crate slid across the room behind them, screeching against the paneled floor.
"Good, now lift it—"
The crate hovered and was thrown to where it had been before.
"And lastly—"
The crate erupted into tiny shards, blasting and ricocheting around the room like bullets. Yaven ducked but the shards somehow did not touch either of them or the piano. The pieces stopped, the sparks stopped from their speed, and the room was calm again.
"Perfect."
Ayme did not look at him as any point in time, only stared at the keys, breathing heavily still with the scent of smoke forming around her nostrils. She coughed from it, before a vacuum sucked the smoke out, letting her lungs relax again.
"Would you like to play now?" Yaven questioned. Ayme was silent with the words, taking them in but non-responsive. "I know you know how, it is programmed into that mind of yours."
"I don't know which one to play…" Ayme said childishly.
"Why not…Moonlight Sonata? You like that one, don't you?" Yaven questioned quietly, touching her back lightly.
Gavon growled deep within his throat and sighed it back out.
Ayme lifted her hands daintily over the keys, before she started, letting the notes travel through her fingers and into the air, echoing in the square room like dots of water on the surface of a watery plain.
"Good, Ayme, very good," Yaven said lightly, "You can play for another fiftenn minutes, but we have to put you back into the incubator."
"When will I play again?" Ayme questioned.
"Tomorrow, after your tests if you like," Yaven stated. "But tomorrow's test will be different."
"How different?" Ayme asked quietly, looking towards him but her fingers still danced across the keys.
"Tomorrow…there will be a traitor in here with you, but don't worry, he'll be restrained."
"A traitor, what am I to do with him?" Ayme questioned.
"You're going to kill him," Yaven said. "You need to practice killing—"
Gavon shut off the feed, throwing it back into the bag and rubbing his face in anger.
"You're gettin' more soft with this pregnancy, Zoe," Mal stated as they entered Serenity's belly, his steps continuing forward as Wash led the ship for the fueling station only a half a day's journey away. "I ain't done with her yet, doesn't matter if she's out, I still gotta have a talk with that kid."
"He's scared for her, Sir," Zoe stated. "You'd want the same thing."
"For who?" Mal questioned, turning to her curiously, his steps stopping as Zoe did the same. Inara walked passed them both, Mal watching her carefully before shifting his attention back to Zoe who had a satisfied smile on her face.
"I'll take that silence as a you don't know," Mal replied, yanking the rag they had used to clean up the spattered blood and flesh chunks up with.
"I don't think it's me that don't know, Sir," Zoe mumbled, Simon walking passed her as well as Jayne. "Or would admit it."
"Bee-jway," Mal responded quickly. "Go do your job and make sure your husband stays on course, don't wanna hear anythin' else about it."
"Captain?" Kaylee asked in a child like tone. Mal looked behind Zoe as Kaylee caught his attention.
"On my way, sir," Zoe growled, walking for the railing and heading for her husband.
"What is it, meimei?" Mal questioned Kaylee. She took a hesitant step forward and swallowed.
"Please don't be too hard on 'em, Captain, I mean, she did save us either way you look at it," Kaylee said, trying to keep her innocent eyes on him to make sure he wouldn't lash out. "I mean, if she weren't on board we'd all be gettin' eaten alive—"
"If she weren't on the ship we'd not be headin' for Newhall and gotten into the predicament in the first place," Mal snapped slightly. "Don't use that as an excuse, now get to work and make sure nothin's been damaged after the break off."
Kaylee's eyes darted down as her hands played with each other nervously, before she answered his order,
"Yes, Captain."
She sulked away with the harsh words and tone echoing in her mind.
"Taking out your punishment on the crew isn't going to improve your mood," Shepherd Book suddenly came from below as well, having been concentrating and praying for Ayme in his quarters.
"Shepherd, finally nice to see you this afternoon," Mal replied. "I ain't punishing anyone not yet anyway, just giving orders."
"She won't listen to you, Captain," Shepherd said lower.
"Kaylee?"
"Ayme," Shepherd Book replied.
"She had better, if she wants to get to Newhall to see her lovely fiancé," Mal said calmly.
"She doesn't want to listen, Captain, she'd give up her life for any of us in a second," Shepherd Book responded.
"That don't mean she doesn't deserve to be punished for what she did," Mal muttered.
"It won't change her mind, or stop her from doing it again," Shepherd Book replied, continuing on passed Mal and following to where Kaylee had begun to examine the control panel to check on her. Mal frowned his mouth and eye brows.
"Why's that?" Mal questioned.
"Isn't that obvious, Captain?" Shepherd questioned back.
"Not to most people, Shepherd, just you seem to understand the point of the 'verse," Mal said loudly back, turning and heading up the stairs angrily. "And right now I don't wanna understand it, I'd just like to get the job done, survive and get paid, and she's makin' that more difficult."
"I'm on the same mind as that," Jayne stated as he settled himself on the bench press. "Payin' and then gettin' that creepy girl off before she lets sommore reaver friends in."
"Well as long as she's unconscious she can't do that," Kaylee said trying to defend Ayme but it coming off more as something Jayne would have said.
"Let's just get to work," Mal complained, shooing the conversation out of his mind. "And you guys stay outta my business."
"Wow, you sure as woke up on the wrong side of the gorramn bed," Jayne mumbled.
Wash was humming with himself when someone was trying to contact their ship on the transmission. Zoe had headed back into their room after the scare, her stomach giving her an upset hellish feeling.
"Serenity, Firefly Class, please respond."
"You don't look familiar…" Wash said to himself, before hitting the transmission open. "Wash speaking, how may I direct your call?"
"Alright…" said the man on the other line. "Is this the Serenity?"
"Why yes it is, how can I help you today?" Wash asked in a high, happy tone.
"There's a pair of passengers on your ship, a man and woman," he said.
"Why yes, Gavon and Ayme," Wash replied.
"I was wondering if I could speak with her," the man replied.
"Well, that would be rather hard," Wash responded. The man's face contorted to a deep concern.
"Why is that?" he questioned Wash.
"She's unconscious at the moment," Wash stated. The man stopped, his silence and his expression grim.
"What…do you mean?"
"We had a small reaver problem, but it's over now," Wash said cheerfully.
The grimace look furthered and his color tone turned pale.
"I'm just kidding," Wash said, realizing that perhaps he shouldn't have chosen those words. "She's just asleep, but I can find Gavon for you if you'd like."
"That would be helpful, thank you," the man said not finding Wash's humor funny or light hearted. Wash grabbed the intercom.
"Gavon Grey, please report to the hull, someone is on the phone for you," he said happily. "He'll be right up."
A few minutes later, Gavon darted up the railing and into the head of Serenity.
"Hi," he greeted to Wash.
"You've got a call," Wash said, pointing to the transmission screen and turning back to the black ahead.
Gavon glanced down at the screen and saw Ted staring at him with a very distressed face.
"Hi, Ted," Gavon said slightly nervous.
"Your pilot has a weird sense of humor," Ted stated. Gavon glanced to Wash who had grabbed two of his dinosaurs and had them battling on the yolk of the ship. He turned back to his brother.
"What's wrong?" Gavon questioned.
"Nothing's wrong, just wanted to talk to Ayme but once again she's asleep, or so your pilot says," Ted stated. Gavon fought hard not to roll his eyes. "I have a surprise for her once she gets here."
"And what would that be? A puppy?" Gavon said asked drolly.
"You wouldn't know or care," Ted responded. "Plus she's probably got an allergy to dogs knowing her system."
"Anything else you wanted?" Gavon asked, rubbing his eye lids.
"Yes, but that isn't going to happen," Ted replied. Wash gently tapped Gavon on the shoulder, Gavon jerking around.
"We're heading to a fueling station soon, and I'll have to contact them over that, just to let you know before you get into any good conversation," Wash replied. Gavon nodded, acknowledging he understood.
"Ted, gotta go, gonna head into a fueling station, bye!" Gavon said cheerfully, disconnecting him and sighing heavily.
"Who was that?" Wash questioned.
"My brother," Gavon sighed, yawning loudly.
"Oh I see, the fiancé," Wash muttered, nodding to himself. "No wonder he was so scared."
"What did you say to him?" Gavon questioned, a smile on his face but his mouth shifting to the side.
"Oh, just—a little joke," Wash said, jerking his shoulders nervously. "Nothing too exciting."
"Alright…" Gavon trailed off, still curious, "I'm gonna go sleep, can you warn me when we've landed?"
"Oh, sure," Wash said happily, turning back to his dinosaurs. Gavon ran back down the stairs, heading back for the room and deciding that he could sleep in the bed for once…even though without Ayme there it seemed the room felt much more empty.
The landing was easy enough, except for the storm that was hovering over the small moon fueling station that pounded against Serenity. Zoe and Wash were sitting in the cargo bay, the door open and letting the scent of the rain water inside, both watching the thunderstorm and lightning flash. Kaylee was looking at the outside of the ship, making sure everything was in order there as Mal did the same.
Gavon came out, adjusting a thick belt of his around his waist. He had a small brown bag with him swung over his shoulder as he stepped out of the cargo bay.
"We're leaving in an hour," Mal said as Gavon stepped out into the pouring rain. It soaked through his scalp and slid down his neck, nodding to Mal.
"I'll be back before then," Gavon stated.
Deep within the confines of the ship, something echoed, the rain pouring and pounding against the ship, the thunder vibrating down farther and farther. The thunder pounded again, the noise entering Ayme's ears. Her breathing quickened, smelling the liquid in the air.
Her eyes bolted open, her body sitting up on the examination table.
"Rain," she whispered to herself. Ayme jumped off of the table, climbing up higher and higher in Serenity to get to the sound, the smell.
"We might just leave without you," Mal joked. "Got the girl, I'm sure your brother would be happy with just her."
"I'd be a little bit angry with that turn of events," Gavon replied, about to step forward when someone else ran passed him into the open area before them, onto the wet cement and staring up at the dark grey sky.
Gavon took a second take as Ayme spun in a slow circle in the rain.
"Ayme!" Gavon called out happily, running towards her as she spun around, before realizing she was out in the rain getting poured on… "You shouldn't be out here—you're going to get sick!"
"I heard the rain," she said to him, glancing towards him with such a wide smile he couldn't help but smile back at her. "Knowing that the evaporation of hydrogen and oxygen atoms the re-condensing in the atmosphere and precipitating at a rate of 9.8 meters per second squared is much different than actually experiencing it for the first time."
Gavon gave her a questioning look and did not really know what she had just said.
"Knowing and seeing are two different things," Ayme said quietly, turning her face up to the sky and letting the water pierce her cheeks and hair.
"That doesn't change the fact that you might get sick," Gavon stated. She circled around and around as the thunder boomed again, finally able to let herself be normal for once, letting her mind and body enjoy the rain and the natural water on her face. Gavon shook his head slightly, but placed his bag down. He stepped forward towards her and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up and spun her around and around.
Mal, Zoe, Wash, Kaylee, and now Inara watched carefully at the new situation, both Gavon and Ayme un-aware of the new spectators. Ayme glanced down at him with still the wide smile on her face, the thunder and lightning flashing again, Gavon stopping his rotation and sliding her down to the ground slowly.
"Kiss her now gorramn it," Zoe muttered through her teeth. Gavon settled her down, still holding tightly to her waist as her arms settled against his shoulders.
"I—" Gavon stuttered. "—Think you should be inside."
"Swinggggg and a miss," Wash muttered to Zoe.
"But…" Ayme whined slightly. Gavon gave her a scolding look.
"I'll take her and get her inside," Inara suddenly stated from the safety of the ship, not wanting to get wet. "Dry her off and get her into dry clothes."
Gavon's mind crashed and burned into the gutter.
"Alright," Gavon stated, blushing horribly. Ayme narrowed her eyes at him but a slender smile was still on her lips. "Go, would you?"
"Mmm," Ayme answered, walking back inside and shaking her white hair free of water. Inara grasped Ayme's arm and pulled the hair from her face, getting it out of Ayme's face as Gavon continued on his trek out into the city, giving the others of the crew strange looks.
End Chapter 10---thank you to all who contacted me with my little problem! Just to let you know I've solved it, what the solution is you're just going to have to wait to find out! lol. ONCE AGAIN THANX FOR READING!