Title: Pretty Quaint Resources
author: Jmaria
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss made em, I just play with them.
Summary: A stowaway finds herself in Serenity's cargo hold. Questioning and threatening ensue.
A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story so far.
Pretty Quaint Resources
Against Jayne's many protests, the captain let the girl out of the closet. Before he could say 'nother thing about it, Book, Simon, River, and Zoe had 'scorted her out of the galley.
"Can you tell us your name?" Book asked quietly.
"Dawn, it's Dawn Summers. Everybody you meet get shoved in a closet like that?" Dawn couldn't keep the contempt out of her voice.
"Few of 'em," Zoe replied. "Gotta be careful when stowaways get on our boat."
"Here we are, right down this way, Miss Summers," Simon began the decent down the stairway.
"Is it far from land?" Dawn asked, checking for portholes to see the ocean.
"Just where do you think you are?" Book asked gently.
"Keys, she sees keys and water and peninsulas," River supplied. "Looking for blue, but we're encased in black."
"Maybe one of you could un-vague that for me?"
"Not now, now we look at that nasty cut you've got," Zoe said stiffly.
"Okay," Dawn started to say, but her throat constricted tightly as she stared at the tiny little hospital room.
"Perhaps you can tell us where you're from, Dawn?" Book led her gently to the examining chair.
"Quietly, right?" Dawn looked at the doctor, they were always asking for people to wait or talk quietly, so their massive brains could focus on healing people. "Right, um, I'm twenty, I live with my sister and a few family friends in London -"
"Say that again?"
"That I live in London?" Dawn asked, puzzled.
"Ugly cut, but I can make the stitches tight enough that it won't leave a scar, and the bleeding's stopped," Simon examined the deep gash on her shoulder.
"Vexing and slightly painful, but yeah, the bleeding stopped about an hour ago," Dawn huffed.
"Well, you've got another one on your back that's a bit deeper, by the state of these bloodstains."
"'Xactly where do you think you are, little one?" Zoe asked, ignoring Simon's observations.
"Yeah, um, a boat somewhere on the ocean, right?" Dawn replied, noticing the looks Zoe and Book were giving each other. "Zero for zero on being right, aren't I?"