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A/N: I've come to decide that Crazy River Imagery is my favorite. River PoV, Pre-Objects in Space. Read, enjoy, let me know what you think.
Sometimes she doesn't understand.
The words well up inside her ear and pop, make so much noise that the meaning gets lost in the muddle.
Nothing comes through.
It reminds her vaguely of the day when she first tumbled out of the box, the way the words blotted and bleed inside her head, made her cringe away.
Too much coming in from too many places, flooding her even through the haze of sleep and the fog of drugs. Could decipher sounds and emotions but not words. No literal sense, no rhyme or reason to anything, just floundering sounds that slapped against her temples.
She watches Simon's mouth carefully for any indication of what he's trying to communicate to her but everything sounds muzzled, concerned around the edges and devoid of any meaning.
"Jabber? Jabber jabber jabber."
She can feel her face scrunch up, brow furrowed and lips pinched together. Mock words that circle round her ears like buzzing bees that drone on and on without care to what they were drowning out.
"Jabber?" He says and the mock syllables scratch against her years.
"River." She says, stretching the word in the hope that Simon will understand. "River." She repeats slowly, pointing to herself, wanting him to know her for what she is.
"Jabber!" he sanps and takes hold of her, both hands firm around her shoulders, his eyes are wide, rambling on in a language she doesn't comprehend. Inside her ear the sounds begin to pop and she can feel pressure growing behind her eyes as she struggles to make sense of him.
"Simon, I can't hear you." She thinks but all that comes out is a pop, sharp and echoing. "Simon! Simon! Simon!" Pop, pop, pop. Little gunshots that create such a racket inside her head that she has to grab fistfuls of hair to keep steady.
"I don't understand, too much noise." Her own words start to slur inside her ears and the popping increases and nothing can be done to stop it.
Moister well inside the corners of her eyes, pinpricks of heat that sting her eyes. Pressure wells inside her throat and the only sound she can hear is her own breathing.
"Jabber!" She screams, succumbing to his own foreign language, wanting him to understand. "Jabber, please."
Then she's crumbling and all she can feel is the cool bulk of Serenity beneath her, the humming of the engine whispering in her ear.
Then there are needles and drug-rush and silence.
"River. Mei-mei, can you hear me?"
She stays still and thinks they can start again in the quiet.
End
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