A Little Bird

Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly and I don't think that anyone cane own a cadence.

A little bird

with a little bill

standing on

my window sill

River didn't know when she'd first heard the cadence. How long had she been under their control? It didn't matter now, it was there, taunting her. Daring her toget through the whole thing every time her mind wandered. She didn't want to tell her brother because, well, it was such a silly thing, getting all choked up about a little ditty. But still, the thought of it hurt, cross that, it ached. Ached so much that Simon had tried medications for epilepsy to stop the thrashing, her futile attempts at dislodging her brain and therefore the ending. The revulsion driving her out of her mind.

AN: Don't blame me, blame the jester. Just read the next chapter, it makes a little more sense there.