Memory Lane
Chapter 2: Memory Juice
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.
"Mal, we got a wave!" Wash yelled, then added, "It's from Nivia!"
Mal took the stairs, and found his way to the control room. Nivia's bruised face was on the screen.
"Mal," she whispered, "I need you. They've taken me. They want me to tell them about Simon and River. I need you to come get me. Hurry, please-"
"Hey!" Someone yelled from off screen, and it went blank.
"You got a location?" Mal asked Wash.
"Yah. It came from an Alliance ship not too far from Shadow."
"Well, then, let's go." He said, turning to go tell the rest of the crew.
"Sir, you realize what's happenin?" Zoe asked him. Mal didn't say anything.
"I ain't leavin her there."
"Mal-"
"She's my wife. I. Ain't. Leavin. Her." He turned to walk away.
"It's a trap, Sir." She told him. He turned back.
"I know."
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Another Alliance officer came into the white room. Nivia had been sentenced to a corner. She flew at the officer, but three others were there to back him up. The grabbed onto her arms and forced her back into the chair. The remaining officer pulled out a needle, and began walking towards her.
"You get that needle away from me!" She yelled. She hated needles. She still had no idea how she had a tattoo. Well, yes she did. The alcohol had numbed the pain.
"Get the hell away from me!" She screamed again and tried to fight back, get away. But, they held her down tighter.
The officer plunged the needle into her arm, and injected the red liquid into her system. She instantly calmed down. She tried to stand up, but fell over. Nark came over the loud speaker and said, "Bring the chair. She'll become very disoriented. Don't need to give her anything to throw at us when we give her her next dose."
Nivia laid down. She could feel little pricks on her body, like rain.
The rain poured down in buckets. She laid down on the ground, and felt the water fall on her.
"Hey!" She heard someone yell, from what seemed far away.
"Hey!" The boy yelled again, shaking her and startling her. Twelve-year-old Nivia screamed and shot up, hitting fourteen-year-old Mal in the face.
"God, girl, you just hit unsuspecting heros in the face like that?" He asked, falling back onto his rear end.
"Hero?" She asked, getting into a more comfortable position on the wet, muddy ground.
"Hell yes. I'm gonna be a big hero someday."
The doctors and soldiers watched her from their control room. "What did you mean by 'disoriented'?" One of the soldiers asked.
"That serum will force her to see all of her favorite and worst memories. She'll begin to think they're real, and become angry when she thinks they're not. That's when we step in, say that we'll stop dosing her, if she tells us where River Tam is."
"You realize that her husbands gonna come and try to get her now," Another soldier stated more then asked.
"Yes, and I imagine he'll be quite angry. But, he'll have to bring the whole crew. And thats exactly what we want."