Title: We all have our battles
Part Eleven: Music
Author: Guess Who
Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly. Maybe in an alternate reality but not this one, okay?
Spoilers: Duh
Summary: Jayne has a sister who is now the newest member of Serenity.
A/N: I hope everyone who is reading this is enjoying it. Much thanks I give to those who have reviewed. So they got the cargo... YAY! Mal should be feeling pretty great now. Please read and review and I just have to say... this story at eleven chapters has more words than my other story Newcomer does at twelve. This story had more at ten. Just a reminder, I'm doing all of this on impulse, okay? I have no clue where this is going nor how some of these parts fit in. Well, enjoy.
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" Go." Mal could feel the engines roar to life under his feet and felt the feeling of gravity as the ship went to break orbit. It was a comforting feeling.
" This is the cargo." Tara stated simply, stepping into view.
" Yep." She prodded at the sides.
" Nice. Need a torch if anyone wanted ta get in. Expensive." With that assessment, she left once more, working on blueprints of the ship and making sure that what happened with Mr. Earley would never happen again.
" She really is good." Mal commented, trying to see what she saw.
" Mom taught her well." Jayne said from behind the boxes. " Done here."
" Okay, well, that's it. Good work everyone." The crew scattered to the four winds as Mal stood staring at his cargo once more. " Good work. Jeez we need some."
Mal stood still for another second before leaving.
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" So, everyone clear on what we gotta do once we get there."
Mal was trying to get the crew ready for anything. Last time they'd tried to move smuggled property and sell it, Shepherd had gotten shot and Simon and River had been kidnapped in broad daylight.
" Yes sir. For the third time." Mal smiled at the exasperation in Kaylee's voice.
" Sorry."
" It's okay." Dinner was a quiet affair until music started playing somewhere on the ship.
" What the hell?" Mal asked standing up. It stopped in an instant.
" Sorry." Tara whispered from next to Mal.
" What was that?" He roared.
" I d-d-didn't me-mean to." Tara started to stand up when Mal slammed his fist down onto the table causing her to jump backwards, effectively clearing the seat.
" What was that?" Still mad, Mal couldn't see the tears streaming down Tara's petrified face.
" Mal, calm down. It was just music." Inara tried to get Mal to back off but he was entirely too protective of his ship.
" What did you do?" He took a deep breath and aimed the question at Tara.
" I was just trying to figure a way to play music before dinner. I didn't know it'd go off. I- I had the remote in my pocket. I'm sorry." The sentences came rushed and strung together from Tara's trembling mouth.
" Ask next time. You're gettin' to be as big a problem as River was." He sat back down in his chair a second before Tara stood up and ran out. Inara was the first to say anything.
" How could you be that mean? She said she was sorry and she didn't mean any harm."
" She needs to learn to ask before doin' anything."
" So what? She wanted to listen to music."
" She was messin' with Serenity. That's the so what. And the last time I checked, this was my ship. I'm the captain and what I say goes. She needs to learn to ask."
" Mal did you see her face when you were yelling at her? Or when she ran out?"
Mal grimaced and looked stubbornly at Inara. " No. Why?"
" Because she seriously thought you were going to hurt her. I wouldn't be surprised if she hurt herself." Mal frowned and looked at the door.
" You don't think she really would, do you?"
" I don't know. Maybe you should go find her?" Inara suggested.
" Yeah. I gotta apologize anyway. Finish your dinners." Mal sighed and walked out the door, looking like he was about to sign his death warrant.
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" Tara?" Mal called into the empty hallway.
" I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to." Tara's voice echoed back at him.
" I know and I shouldn't have yelled at ya."
" But you did."
Part Eleven: Music
Author: Guess Who
Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly. Maybe in an alternate reality but not this one, okay?
Spoilers: Duh
Summary: Jayne has a sister who is now the newest member of Serenity.
A/N: I hope everyone who is reading this is enjoying it. Much thanks I give to those who have reviewed. So they got the cargo... YAY! Mal should be feeling pretty great now. Please read and review and I just have to say... this story at eleven chapters has more words than my other story Newcomer does at twelve. This story had more at ten. Just a reminder, I'm doing all of this on impulse, okay? I have no clue where this is going nor how some of these parts fit in. Well, enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Go." Mal could feel the engines roar to life under his feet and felt the feeling of gravity as the ship went to break orbit. It was a comforting feeling.
" This is the cargo." Tara stated simply, stepping into view.
" Yep." She prodded at the sides.
" Nice. Need a torch if anyone wanted ta get in. Expensive." With that assessment, she left once more, working on blueprints of the ship and making sure that what happened with Mr. Earley would never happen again.
" She really is good." Mal commented, trying to see what she saw.
" Mom taught her well." Jayne said from behind the boxes. " Done here."
" Okay, well, that's it. Good work everyone." The crew scattered to the four winds as Mal stood staring at his cargo once more. " Good work. Jeez we need some."
Mal stood still for another second before leaving.
~~~~~
" So, everyone clear on what we gotta do once we get there."
Mal was trying to get the crew ready for anything. Last time they'd tried to move smuggled property and sell it, Shepherd had gotten shot and Simon and River had been kidnapped in broad daylight.
" Yes sir. For the third time." Mal smiled at the exasperation in Kaylee's voice.
" Sorry."
" It's okay." Dinner was a quiet affair until music started playing somewhere on the ship.
" What the hell?" Mal asked standing up. It stopped in an instant.
" Sorry." Tara whispered from next to Mal.
" What was that?" He roared.
" I d-d-didn't me-mean to." Tara started to stand up when Mal slammed his fist down onto the table causing her to jump backwards, effectively clearing the seat.
" What was that?" Still mad, Mal couldn't see the tears streaming down Tara's petrified face.
" Mal, calm down. It was just music." Inara tried to get Mal to back off but he was entirely too protective of his ship.
" What did you do?" He took a deep breath and aimed the question at Tara.
" I was just trying to figure a way to play music before dinner. I didn't know it'd go off. I- I had the remote in my pocket. I'm sorry." The sentences came rushed and strung together from Tara's trembling mouth.
" Ask next time. You're gettin' to be as big a problem as River was." He sat back down in his chair a second before Tara stood up and ran out. Inara was the first to say anything.
" How could you be that mean? She said she was sorry and she didn't mean any harm."
" She needs to learn to ask before doin' anything."
" So what? She wanted to listen to music."
" She was messin' with Serenity. That's the so what. And the last time I checked, this was my ship. I'm the captain and what I say goes. She needs to learn to ask."
" Mal did you see her face when you were yelling at her? Or when she ran out?"
Mal grimaced and looked stubbornly at Inara. " No. Why?"
" Because she seriously thought you were going to hurt her. I wouldn't be surprised if she hurt herself." Mal frowned and looked at the door.
" You don't think she really would, do you?"
" I don't know. Maybe you should go find her?" Inara suggested.
" Yeah. I gotta apologize anyway. Finish your dinners." Mal sighed and walked out the door, looking like he was about to sign his death warrant.
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" Tara?" Mal called into the empty hallway.
" I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to." Tara's voice echoed back at him.
" I know and I shouldn't have yelled at ya."
" But you did."