You Can't Just Leave Me Here
I have been watching Firefly for a long time now. It's so breathtaking, and I love it so much that I wanted to write a small one-shot for it. This is, kind of, like a tribute, I guess.
Joss Whedon has done it again, made another masterpiece xTHEN IT ENDED! NURRRRRRR! He owns Firefly and I don't. He's the genius.
YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE!
She sat there on the hot sand, not movin' one inch. She couldn't, she didn't want to. She was inconsolable, too doleful for words to describe. She was sure that no one else in the 'Verse felt this alone. She missed them dearly, all of them, especially her Mal.
Mal had always been her favorite of the crew, Kaylee coming in second, of course.
Mal was annoying' and rude as all get out, but he was incredibly loyal and always ready for a job that involved some petty thievin' or foolin' the Alliance. Now, the thrills of chase always filled her with mirth, but it was the steadfastness that she loved most about him.
They had their quarrels, but they worked through them eventually. Mal was Latin for bad, but that's just plain stupid. Her Mal, could mean, dismissive, and downright annoying, but he wasn't bad. No.
She started to hum to try and drive away the tenderness that the memories brought, but her thoughts kept driftin' back to the crew. She thought of Kaylee, her little mei-mei. They'd always been so close and she usually told Kaylee if anythin' was wrong, and the engineer would do the same in return. Now her short mei-mei was gone. She'd gotten herself her Doctor Simon Tam and they'd run off together, leaving' her. As long as Kaylee was able to be cheerful, she wouldn't argue with the decision to leave.
Wash and Zoe had gone and left her for Persephone to raise a few children. She was delighted for them, but she wished she could see them now. What did their kids look like? Was one of the as good a pilot as Wash? Were any of them as blunt as Zoe? Or did they have their father's ridiculous sense of humor, Hawaiian shirts and all?
Jayne had gone his own and went back to crime as happy as a clam to be workin' alone and gettin' all the profits for hisself. She knew he was hurting' and grievin' on the inside through, after all, she'd known him for years. He may never have wanted to admit it, but he missed the crew.
River? Well, she'd just run off to God knows where in the 'Verse for her own fun and amusement. She was old enough and fairly well enough to be without her brother. River had confided in her sayin', that she was her brother to stay with Kaylee, even if he would be pacing madly with worry. She was just acting on curiosity, after all.
She was so desolate with everyone gone. So, so lonely. She'd been outcast once, long ago, but this was worse than it was before. She hated feeling' of bein' deserted. The harsh sun beat down on her, burin' her. It hurt. She wished she could just shut down, just end it all. All the pain gone and let herself fade with time.
There was nothing for her if Mal wasn't around.
But, she couldn't shut down now. No, what if Kaylee came back? Or Wash? River? What if Mal, her Mal, came back? She'd been with him for so long, years. He'd believed and cared for her when no one else had. Welcomed her, like she was special. But these days, he was with another, what many call a special other, or his other half, as they also say.
Why? Why did they all have to leave? It wasn't fair that she couldn't go with them. They'd just left without any notice. The sorrow crept up on her again, cold. She would cry, but it was impossible.
The hummin' ultimately stopped. . . and out of nowhere, came a giggle. A giggle?! One little, sweet, and soft giggle.
"Daddy! Daddy! Is that her?"
"Yeah, it's her, alright."
"Really, daddy? Wow, she's just- Just so shiny."
Then she saw her, the spitting image of her father who was there too. She was a small girl with milk chocolate brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a plain, black button up shirt, a large brown coat like her father's, kaki pants, and large, leather boots. She also carried, around her waist, a gun belt with a nice leather gun holster. She looked just like him.
She must be a browncoat like her father was- I mean is. He's still alive. He fought for the losing side, but he's right. It was the right side.
"I know she is," the father's voice said. "I traveled with her for so long. You know, I named you after her which I named after a battlefield?"
Mal! she thought. Mal! You've come back! About time, mister, where have you been? I've been worried sick about all of you!
"Can we, Daddy? Please, can we?"
"We don't have time, Serenity, Inara, is home waiting for us."
The little girl sighed. "Okay, Daddy."
Serenity, the ship, watched them go, the melancholy sinking in even more than before. Suddenly, Serenity, the little girl, ran back the ship and placed a small hand on the ship's side. "I'll be back and we go out to the black together, for Daddy's sake. But, shhh, it's a secret."
Serenity couldn't have been happier. She would be flying again soon. . .
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
You can't take the sky from me. . .