Title: Fond
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Warnings: Spoilers for movie? Spoilers for movie! I, er, don't say anything specific but I'm pretty sure it's obvious. No beta.
Word count: 289
Summary: It's so cold in space. Zoe-centric
Fond
It's so cold in space. Deep black cold with nothing but stars, planets spread out across every bit of space a person can see. A vast empty space of nothing. She stands in front of windows facing out and wonders just how much pain is involved in the vacuum of a space death. How painful is painful?
She can feel how warmth is a steady leak out from her; bundled up in blankets that smell like someone else, curled into a space left empty. The ship doesn't fly the same, doesn't land the same, doesn't feel the same. It's a bumpy freefall that's not him. She hangs on to what has to be done, moves through the steps of life in the same pattern of before. The first time she gains freedom from the ship there's nude swimming. The second time there's a slinky dress. A dress she never wears because he's not there to see it, but she knows that he'd love it on her.
Eventually there's a new pilot and the ship is more rocky than before. One day the crew wakes up and the dinosaurs have been moved down into her bunk and spread across a space that's only for her. She moves on but at the same time she stays with him. They all move him into the space of fond remembrance.
He becomes 'remember when this happened' or 'do you remember when that happened' and she sits on the edge of her seat and thinks, Iremember when that happened, when he laughed and the ship flew smooth and I could smile without pain or tears. She wants to ask if they remember how the now is just a shattered time of moving on.
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