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Quickly, being in the middle of a semester, with assignments and more assignments coming up, chances are I might not have time to properly work on this story idea. I hate to have to rush it and ruin my ideas for it. Will try to update as soon as possible, but university my first priority.
Hopefully this will tie you over until then
Part 2
As the healing drugs slowly loosen their grip, waking from his induced coma like sleep, Simon could feel the pain grow across his chest. Pain expanding from injuries, gunshot wounds that should have left him for dead. Yet for some odd reason, not that he's complaining, he was still alive. Before he had time to work out what had happened, the numbness in his right hand dissipated to be held in a firm but gentle hand. He felt another callously hand resting upon his head, gently, lovingly stroking his hair.
"Mal?"
When Simon fell into a coma after being patched up, Mal refused to leave him in the infirmary. Staying by Simon's side for the last couple of weeks, Mal finally gave himself permission to think about the young doctor he was guarding. Hair always well kept, even through all the gunfire they occasionally dodge. His flawless cheekbones and his well-shaped nose. Eyes, innocent, patience, focused, trusting. There was always a hint of worry in them too, something that probably would not go away even if he manages to cure River. There was always a struggle within his eyes too, finding a place to fit in, after all Simon was just a boy trying to find peace and a place for himself in a man's world. It made Simon real. It was the way Simon looked at him that broke down the iron walls surrounding his heart, allowing Mal to keep the siblings onboard, to want to keep Simon close by.
What Mal treasured the most was Simon's mouth. Home to a cheeky smile, his innocent laugh, whenever he allowed himself to relax. Mal first really noticed his smile on Ariel after showing off his new uniform. He loved the way Simon smiled at him (well him, Zoe and Jayne) with his tongue poking out through his adorable teethy grin. It made him look damn boyishly cute, made Mal smiled. It made him want to make Simon proud, trying his darn hardest to remember all the medical jargon, to make Simon's plan a success. Even when Jayne sold the siblings out to the Alliance, all he had to do was think of Simon's smile and a rescue plan seems to fall into place. Ever since then, whenever he had a bad day, all he really had to do was think about Simon to make everything better.
It's been awhile since he allowed himself to love. True he loves Serenity, and his crew, but he never felt the kind of love he has for Simon before, not even with Inara, whom he was pretty fond of. Books always told stories about Adam and Eve, how they were soul mates, a union blessed by God himself. Could Mal be Simon's Adam? His soul mate? His?
Sitting by his side, never letting go of his hand for more than a few minutes. Mal stroked Simon's hair and wondered how the young doctor felt about him.
Is it just friendship? Or is it more?
"Mal?" Simon asked softy
Mal thought he was imagining things when he first heard his name. Slowly he turns towards his doctor, his eyes meeting the eyes he adored.
"Simon!" barely holding back his tear, Mal pulled Simon into his arms. Knowing he was being a bit too rough on a patient recovering from critical bullet wounds, Mal couldn't care less. He was just glad Simon was back.
To be continued….
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