Memory Lane
Chapter 6: Along for the Ride.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.
Author's Note: Well, alas, this one has also come to an end. But there will be another one, so have no fear.
When her eye's fluttered open, Nivia only had an inkling as to where she was. The room looked familiar. And when she saw Mal sitting in the chair next to her, asleep, she realized she was on Serenity. Wow, talk about deja vue, she thought. Mal stirred awake, and when he looked at her, she said, "We gotta stop meetin' like this." He chuckled softly.
Her head was pounding, so she stayed in the position she was in. "When did you come?" She asked him. A few days ago. You've been out for about two." He told her. She nodded, and didn't exactly know what to say.
"What exactly happened while you were on that cruiser?" He finally asked.
"They kept dosing me with this stuff they called 'memory juice.' Mad me remember everything about our life. It was designed to make me talk, drive me crazy, the usual."
"Them Alliance sure got a way of makin an impression." He said. She tried to laugh, but winced in pain instead. Simon came in. After he asked her how she was feeling and such, he began to explain things. "That memory juice has almost modified you brain. It's almost as if it broke down the walls that separated the past from the present, forcing you to relive those memories in full capacity."
"Could you explain that as if you weren't a doctor?" Mal asked. Simon sighed and said,
"Due to the high doses of that medication, your whole body relived those memories, not just your mind. I had to stitch the bullet hole in your arm, and during the exam, it appeared as though you had just miscarried, but that happened five years ago."
Mal was suddenly glaring at him. "You mean to tell me you were down in my wife's nethers!"
"I had to. I couldn't' be sure what they had done to her while she was there-"
"But still-"
"Mal," Nivia said, stepping in. "He's a doctor, he had to. Let it go." Mal sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Am I gonna be ok?" She asked Simon.
"You'll take a few weeks to recover, but you should be fine."
"Should? I want a long term answer, pal."
"Mal, leave the good doctor be." She said, putting her hand on his. She nodded to Simon, who left. Mal looked at her, totally serious. "How would you feel 'bout stayin?" He asked.
"Well, I figure that I'm a fugitive now. Can't exactly go back to Shadow." She had a wicked smile on her face. "But, things ain't gonna be like they was before. We've both changed-" He silenced her with a kiss.
She pulled away long enough to say, "Oh ya, I'm stayin."
Well, thats it for this one. But, keep an eye out for the next one, "Older and Far Away." Coming soon, I promise