Matthew Mitchell Reynolds
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To borrow a phrase: Firefly no mine...no money, no sue, please?
Inara struggled to keep Matthew by her side, and the Shepherd put a hand on the sniffling Kaylee's back.
Blood plastered her shirt to her stomach. The bullet had gone straight through. She was struggling to breath, and she was shaking. The Doctor was starting to cut her shirt away, but she put a hand on his.
"Just leave it, Doc" she told him gently.
"Morgan, I've never lost a patient..."
"And you're not about to start now" she finished for him, "I'm not your patient, remember?" Simon looked to Malcolm for advice.
"Morgan..." She closed her eyes. Simon backed away.
"Matt?" Matthew got out of Inara's grip and went to his mother's side, tears in his eyes.
"Now don't you cry" Morgan ordered him, wiping away his tears painfully, "You see those two girls over there?" Matthew turned his head, then nodded. He was holding his mother's bloody hand tightly.
"That's Kaylee and River" she told him, "They're going to be your big sisters. You always wanted sisters, huh?"
"Yes" Matthew admitted quietly, choking his tears back.
"It's okay to be sad, Matthew. But not for too long. I'm going to be fine. And you got yourself a family now"
"But I want you!" Matthew cried, "I want you, Mommy!"
"We don't always get what we want, Matt" his mother told him, "Now you take care of your Dad for me, and mind your Aunt Zoe. I'll be keeping my eye on you" She sputtered and Zoe pulled the child back. He buried his face in her stomach. Now Mal was clutching her hand, angrily trying to force her to stay alive.
"Morgan, don't you quit on me" he told her. She smiled up at him.
"I never quit, Lt. Renyolds" she coughed, "But I know the value of a timely retreat"
"Don't leave me again" he begged.
"You don't need me" she told him, "You built a family of your own" She wheezed. There was more blood in her mouth and it was getting harder for her to breath.
"Morgan" Mal whispered. Kaylee was full out sobbing now, Jayne had even bowed his head. Zoe stared, absent mindedly rubbing Matthew's back. Wash came rattling down the stairs with the good news, but a look from Inara's pain stricken face wiped the smile from his own. River seemed to be the only one not devastated.
"Morgan?" Mal repeated. His wife opened her eyes again and lifted a hand to his face.
"You're a good man, Malcolm Renyolds. You'll make a wonderful father" She coughed again and her whole body shuttered. Her eyes whipped open.
"Mal? Mal, are we free?" she asked urgently, squeezing his hand with the last of her strength.
"Yeah. Yeah, we're free" he answered. The tension left her body, her hand dropped.
"Stay...stay free" she breathed, "All of you...stay free"
And with that, the great Morgan Mitchell Renyolds, was gone.
To borrow a phrase: Firefly no mine...no money, no sue, please?
Inara struggled to keep Matthew by her side, and the Shepherd put a hand on the sniffling Kaylee's back.
Blood plastered her shirt to her stomach. The bullet had gone straight through. She was struggling to breath, and she was shaking. The Doctor was starting to cut her shirt away, but she put a hand on his.
"Just leave it, Doc" she told him gently.
"Morgan, I've never lost a patient..."
"And you're not about to start now" she finished for him, "I'm not your patient, remember?" Simon looked to Malcolm for advice.
"Morgan..." She closed her eyes. Simon backed away.
"Matt?" Matthew got out of Inara's grip and went to his mother's side, tears in his eyes.
"Now don't you cry" Morgan ordered him, wiping away his tears painfully, "You see those two girls over there?" Matthew turned his head, then nodded. He was holding his mother's bloody hand tightly.
"That's Kaylee and River" she told him, "They're going to be your big sisters. You always wanted sisters, huh?"
"Yes" Matthew admitted quietly, choking his tears back.
"It's okay to be sad, Matthew. But not for too long. I'm going to be fine. And you got yourself a family now"
"But I want you!" Matthew cried, "I want you, Mommy!"
"We don't always get what we want, Matt" his mother told him, "Now you take care of your Dad for me, and mind your Aunt Zoe. I'll be keeping my eye on you" She sputtered and Zoe pulled the child back. He buried his face in her stomach. Now Mal was clutching her hand, angrily trying to force her to stay alive.
"Morgan, don't you quit on me" he told her. She smiled up at him.
"I never quit, Lt. Renyolds" she coughed, "But I know the value of a timely retreat"
"Don't leave me again" he begged.
"You don't need me" she told him, "You built a family of your own" She wheezed. There was more blood in her mouth and it was getting harder for her to breath.
"Morgan" Mal whispered. Kaylee was full out sobbing now, Jayne had even bowed his head. Zoe stared, absent mindedly rubbing Matthew's back. Wash came rattling down the stairs with the good news, but a look from Inara's pain stricken face wiped the smile from his own. River seemed to be the only one not devastated.
"Morgan?" Mal repeated. His wife opened her eyes again and lifted a hand to his face.
"You're a good man, Malcolm Renyolds. You'll make a wonderful father" She coughed again and her whole body shuttered. Her eyes whipped open.
"Mal? Mal, are we free?" she asked urgently, squeezing his hand with the last of her strength.
"Yeah. Yeah, we're free" he answered. The tension left her body, her hand dropped.
"Stay...stay free" she breathed, "All of you...stay free"
And with that, the great Morgan Mitchell Renyolds, was gone.