Addicted
Chapter 1: He Could Never Forget.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.
Author's Note: This is my first Firefly fic, so my terminology might be a little off, but please, be gentle. Enjoy!
It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
Mal was not looking forward to this trip. They had just done a job for an old friend of his and Zoë's. The only snag, was that to get the goods to him, they had to return to Shadow. They hadn't been there in almost five years. Mal had left a lot behind.
He walked through the darkened corridor of Serenity, and into the living area. Zoë, Wash, Kaylee, Jayne, Simon, Shepherd, and Inara were all in there, Shepherd telling one of his stories. Mal assumed that River was down in the hold somewhere, doing what ever it was she did down there.
"What is everyone doing just sitting around?" He asked, sounding extremely annoyed. "Get back to work." And that was it. He walked back through the corridor, towards his living cuarters. "What's Captin Tight Pant's deal?" Jayne asked.
"Yah, you'd think the Cap. would be happy about goin back home." Kaylee said. Zoe sighed.
"Not if you knew who was there."
Mal barely slept that night. But, when he did, all he saw were memories swirling through his head.
It's like I'm running from you all the time
His eye's shot open. He just layed there for the rest of the night, realizing that, as they got closer and closer to Shadow, that all his feelings were still there. He thought that he was over it all. But he wasn't.
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
Serenity slowly decended. Wash had misjudged the distance, and when he was two feet from the ground, Serenity fell to the dusty ground. "You call that a landing?" Mal asked, rolling his eye's.
"Sorry." Wash said, getting up. It was already dark on Shadow. They walked through the crisp night air towards the local tavern. Once they were inside, Mal insisted on leaving directly after they had delivered the money to his friend, Clayborn.
"You're not leaving yet, are you Mal? Not untill you see-"
"We have places to be." Mal insisted, cutting him off.
"No we don't." Jayne said, confused. Without saying anything, Mal walked back out into the night.
He walked slowly, trying to clear his head. But no amount of fresh air could do that.
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
He heard laughter behind him and stoped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around. When she saw him, she, too stoped.
"Mal."
When she said his name, everything else, all his feelings, just faded away. She ran towards him and jumped into the arms she'd missed so much. She even still smelled the same way.
The rest of the gang found their way outside. "Who's this?" Shepherd asked. Mal looked at the girl and smiled.
"This is Nivia Reynolds. My wife."
More coming, I promis!