The Anything But Routine Day
Author - Coll
Rating - PG-13 to R, haven't decided how far I'm going to take this.
Disclaimer - None of the characters are mine, except the ones that I make
up, all rights to Joss Whedon, a.k.a. - God, and I think you all know the
drill.
Author's Note - Fox blows, Firefly forever!
Prologue
It happened like it had all the other times. Simon was jolted awake by his thoughts and, once awake, he was unable to get back to sleep. He rose from bed and left the covers unkempt as opposed to his usual tidiness. He didn't even bother to pull a shirt over his body as he exited his room.
As Simon passed by River's room, he slid her door open a crack and peeked at his sister. She was sleeping soundly; more sound since he had recovered her from the academy. Despite the horrors that took place and the lovely pain he had in his leg every time he walked, Simon thought of Early's presence last week as a blessing in disguise.
True, again, he had been shot, Book suffered a mild concussion, Inara had a swollen lip still, Kaylee was now terrified of being alone at night time, and River had nearly turned herself into the bounty hunter; but the outcome of it all was better than any medicine he could concoct.
River now had a place in the group, she felt needed. It was the best medicine Simon could ever recommend to someone, having a group as supportive and loving as the crew of Serenity.
While all these thoughts passed through his head, Simon found himself at the end of the hallway leading to the engine room. He eyed the lit room ahead as a new thought entered his head: Why was he always led here, to her? It was like he had super powers that had to be hidden or something.
During the day he was mild-mannered Simon Tam, doctor extordonair. Able to hide his feelings from the ones he wanted to show them too. At night, oh, at night, he was a slave to his passion. No longer able to hide under the guise of a normal boy who hid hi feelings.
Nights were the hardest. He wanted to go to her so badly it hurt, but lately that had just been his leg. He glided down the hallway that looked longer with every step he took. Once he finally got closer to the extra, well-lit room, he began to make his presence more known and louder.
"Hello?" he heard the second his footsteps became more audible. It was the voice of an angel. Translated through the sappy talk, it was, of course, Kaylee. It seemed she never wanted to sleep after what happened, but Simon thought that this was the last place she'd want to be this late and while this dark.
While he was about to answer her, Kaylee stepped into the doorframe, a wrench firmly in the grasp of her left arm, which was slightly hidden behind her back. "It's just me." Simon said as he stiffened at the sudden sight of her. His natural reaction to get all "fancible," as Kaylee liked to put it, soon passed though.
It was like all the other times when he sought her out late at night. "Hey.sorry," she said softly, indicating the wrench by holding it up. "It's just.it's still hard, you know." Simon only nodded in response.
Kaylee turned and walked back into the room and, like a magnet, Simon followed. She crouched down and threw the wrench into her toolbox and, on the way up, something came over Simon.
He grabbed her by the waist as soon as she turned to face him and jerked her body to his. Kaylee's cheek banged against his chest before his other hand grabbed her neck in a gentle, yet forceful manner. Simon's other hand was now firmly on the small of her back as her eyes widened with curiosity.
"S-Simon.what.?" Her stumbling was silenced by his shh. Simon's eyes remained fixed on hers as they searched his face. Kaylee's breathing was heavy and fast. Her pulse beat through her neck to his hand and her chest rose and fell at a very fast pace.
In this moment, Simon knew that she wanted what he wanted. "Remember the night Early came to the ship, but before that? After the meeting?" Simon whispered and Kaylee nodded in response. "We were talking. Then.we stopped, and Book walked past us. That night, Kaylee, I felt like I had to kiss you."
A heavy and kind of steamy pause before Kaylee choked out, "Had to?"
With a nod, Simon continued, "I was a little disappointed that I didn't. That disappointment grew, Kaylee. Now.I want to."
Kaylee began to nod. A small smile crept on to Simon's mouth as he watched her eyes move down to his lips as she continued to nod. "OK." He watched her lips say, for his eyes too had been compelled to watch her mouth.
While he moved, he moved in slow motion; but when it happened, when his lips met hers, when they kissed: it was anything but slow. It was fast and full of passion and fire. His tongue had slid into her mouth in seconds and she had welcomed it with hers.
Before this, Simon imagined her kiss and wanted it so badly. Now that he was kissing her, and kissing her and kissing her, he never wanted to stop. In fact, he wanted more, and just by feeling the sensations from Kaylee's roaming hands, he knew she felt the same way.
Simon moved his hands to her waist and slid them up under her shirt and then back down. He wanted to remove Kaylee's shirt, but he was torn between that and the idea of not kissing her for a second longer. His hands then moved to her neck and rested there. The kiss got more and more amazing with each passing second, but then something happened.
Kaylee stopped. He didn't notice for a second, being caught up in the moment and all, but she wasn't kissing him back any more. In fact she was gasping. "Kaylee? What.?" Simon began, but then he stopped with wide, horrified eyes.
"Oh God!" he screamed. His hands had tightened around her neck. The air was cut off; he was killing her. It somehow seemed normal though. Simon even felt justified to be strangling Kaylee and completely forgot about the thought that he never wanted to not be kissing her.
She tried to mouth something, to speak, but his grip was too tight, too solid. "I'm sorry Kaylee," he merely said as he felt the life drain from her. "I didn't want to choose, but I had too." Her eyes were becoming dull and glassy now. The hands that were touching his dropped hard.
It was over. Kaylee was dead, and he held her lifeless body up by the neck. Disgust spread itself over his face after it was done and he threw her body down. "I do love you, ma fan." He whispered as he turned away from Kaylee's sprawled out body, ready to leave her behind forever.
Then he gasped and felt like he had a small heart attack. River was at the door, staring at Kaylee then, finally at him. The corners of her mouth began to curl up before it all came to a smashing end.
Simon woke suddenly, covered in sweat as if he had been sleeping in an ocean or something. He pushed back his wet hair and jumped out of bed. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stared.
What had brought that dream on? It was so real, so.
Before Simon knew it, he was in front of River's room, peeking in on her, just like the dream; he did know it was real though because the fast movement caused his leg to ache badly. He looked over to the staircase that would take him to Kaylee. He wanted to go to her so badly, but the image of his hands wrapped around her neck broke into head.
Instead, with a heavy sigh, Simon Tam turned and walked back to his room and spent the rest of the night staring up at his ceiling as opposed to letting his dream become reality.
To Be Continued.Until then, Keep flying.
Prologue
It happened like it had all the other times. Simon was jolted awake by his thoughts and, once awake, he was unable to get back to sleep. He rose from bed and left the covers unkempt as opposed to his usual tidiness. He didn't even bother to pull a shirt over his body as he exited his room.
As Simon passed by River's room, he slid her door open a crack and peeked at his sister. She was sleeping soundly; more sound since he had recovered her from the academy. Despite the horrors that took place and the lovely pain he had in his leg every time he walked, Simon thought of Early's presence last week as a blessing in disguise.
True, again, he had been shot, Book suffered a mild concussion, Inara had a swollen lip still, Kaylee was now terrified of being alone at night time, and River had nearly turned herself into the bounty hunter; but the outcome of it all was better than any medicine he could concoct.
River now had a place in the group, she felt needed. It was the best medicine Simon could ever recommend to someone, having a group as supportive and loving as the crew of Serenity.
While all these thoughts passed through his head, Simon found himself at the end of the hallway leading to the engine room. He eyed the lit room ahead as a new thought entered his head: Why was he always led here, to her? It was like he had super powers that had to be hidden or something.
During the day he was mild-mannered Simon Tam, doctor extordonair. Able to hide his feelings from the ones he wanted to show them too. At night, oh, at night, he was a slave to his passion. No longer able to hide under the guise of a normal boy who hid hi feelings.
Nights were the hardest. He wanted to go to her so badly it hurt, but lately that had just been his leg. He glided down the hallway that looked longer with every step he took. Once he finally got closer to the extra, well-lit room, he began to make his presence more known and louder.
"Hello?" he heard the second his footsteps became more audible. It was the voice of an angel. Translated through the sappy talk, it was, of course, Kaylee. It seemed she never wanted to sleep after what happened, but Simon thought that this was the last place she'd want to be this late and while this dark.
While he was about to answer her, Kaylee stepped into the doorframe, a wrench firmly in the grasp of her left arm, which was slightly hidden behind her back. "It's just me." Simon said as he stiffened at the sudden sight of her. His natural reaction to get all "fancible," as Kaylee liked to put it, soon passed though.
It was like all the other times when he sought her out late at night. "Hey.sorry," she said softly, indicating the wrench by holding it up. "It's just.it's still hard, you know." Simon only nodded in response.
Kaylee turned and walked back into the room and, like a magnet, Simon followed. She crouched down and threw the wrench into her toolbox and, on the way up, something came over Simon.
He grabbed her by the waist as soon as she turned to face him and jerked her body to his. Kaylee's cheek banged against his chest before his other hand grabbed her neck in a gentle, yet forceful manner. Simon's other hand was now firmly on the small of her back as her eyes widened with curiosity.
"S-Simon.what.?" Her stumbling was silenced by his shh. Simon's eyes remained fixed on hers as they searched his face. Kaylee's breathing was heavy and fast. Her pulse beat through her neck to his hand and her chest rose and fell at a very fast pace.
In this moment, Simon knew that she wanted what he wanted. "Remember the night Early came to the ship, but before that? After the meeting?" Simon whispered and Kaylee nodded in response. "We were talking. Then.we stopped, and Book walked past us. That night, Kaylee, I felt like I had to kiss you."
A heavy and kind of steamy pause before Kaylee choked out, "Had to?"
With a nod, Simon continued, "I was a little disappointed that I didn't. That disappointment grew, Kaylee. Now.I want to."
Kaylee began to nod. A small smile crept on to Simon's mouth as he watched her eyes move down to his lips as she continued to nod. "OK." He watched her lips say, for his eyes too had been compelled to watch her mouth.
While he moved, he moved in slow motion; but when it happened, when his lips met hers, when they kissed: it was anything but slow. It was fast and full of passion and fire. His tongue had slid into her mouth in seconds and she had welcomed it with hers.
Before this, Simon imagined her kiss and wanted it so badly. Now that he was kissing her, and kissing her and kissing her, he never wanted to stop. In fact, he wanted more, and just by feeling the sensations from Kaylee's roaming hands, he knew she felt the same way.
Simon moved his hands to her waist and slid them up under her shirt and then back down. He wanted to remove Kaylee's shirt, but he was torn between that and the idea of not kissing her for a second longer. His hands then moved to her neck and rested there. The kiss got more and more amazing with each passing second, but then something happened.
Kaylee stopped. He didn't notice for a second, being caught up in the moment and all, but she wasn't kissing him back any more. In fact she was gasping. "Kaylee? What.?" Simon began, but then he stopped with wide, horrified eyes.
"Oh God!" he screamed. His hands had tightened around her neck. The air was cut off; he was killing her. It somehow seemed normal though. Simon even felt justified to be strangling Kaylee and completely forgot about the thought that he never wanted to not be kissing her.
She tried to mouth something, to speak, but his grip was too tight, too solid. "I'm sorry Kaylee," he merely said as he felt the life drain from her. "I didn't want to choose, but I had too." Her eyes were becoming dull and glassy now. The hands that were touching his dropped hard.
It was over. Kaylee was dead, and he held her lifeless body up by the neck. Disgust spread itself over his face after it was done and he threw her body down. "I do love you, ma fan." He whispered as he turned away from Kaylee's sprawled out body, ready to leave her behind forever.
Then he gasped and felt like he had a small heart attack. River was at the door, staring at Kaylee then, finally at him. The corners of her mouth began to curl up before it all came to a smashing end.
Simon woke suddenly, covered in sweat as if he had been sleeping in an ocean or something. He pushed back his wet hair and jumped out of bed. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stared.
What had brought that dream on? It was so real, so.
Before Simon knew it, he was in front of River's room, peeking in on her, just like the dream; he did know it was real though because the fast movement caused his leg to ache badly. He looked over to the staircase that would take him to Kaylee. He wanted to go to her so badly, but the image of his hands wrapped around her neck broke into head.
Instead, with a heavy sigh, Simon Tam turned and walked back to his room and spent the rest of the night staring up at his ceiling as opposed to letting his dream become reality.
To Be Continued.Until then, Keep flying.