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Title: Fireworks, Freedom, and Fish
Author: deadpoetwoffie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mr. Whedon created the crew. Terimaru created the fish. Ceclas wrote Independents Day and A Doll. I’m just here to play.
A/N: This is for you, ceslas!! This is for you!!
A/N: There is a Douglas Adams reference in this fic, just because I am an uber geek. Oh, and I know that fish don’t really have throats, but I don’t really care.
Sashimi and I were discussing the meaning of life, the universe, and everything when River ran exuberantly into the shuttle and up to our bowl.
“Today is the day we remember why those we love fought to be free. Today is the day we must celebrate. There will be much dancing and laughter, but the festivities will not be complete if the entire family is not in attendance!” I noticed then that River held the smaller bowl that Inara often used to take us on walks around Serenity. It was already filled with water. River carefully retrieved both of us and transferred us to the smaller bowl.
“We must leave at once! We do not want to be late!” With our bowl in hand, River skipped out of the shuttle and down the ramp.
Once outside, Sashimi and I eagerly swam about, taking in the sights and sounds of our surroundings. River came to a stop by a pile of wood.
“This looks to be a prime location for surveillance of the evening. Have fun!” River set down the bowl atop the pile and danced off.
“Isn’t this amazing?” I asked Sashimi.
“Ooh! I think the Captain is about to give a speech!”
We listened, heart in our throats, as Mal spoke from the heart about the Independents and their sacrifice.
When he finished Sashimi looked over at me. “We have a good family, Sushi.”
“I know,” was all I could say.
Once the poignant moment subsided, the music and laughter returned with full force. We danced around in the water occasionally but we found the most amusing thing to do was to simply watch Jayne.
While we knew that Jayne did not particularly care for us, he was still family. And it is always fun to watch family make complete fools of themselves.
After having a little too much of Paraiso’s fine apple-pie moonshine, Jayne decided to dance. The man was the picture of grace when it came to handling a dangerous weapon, but dancing was obviously not his forte. We chose to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that, had he not been a tad tipsy, he would have made a fine dance partner. Now he was about as graceful as a wounded water buffalo. Oh, the hilarity!
Mal and Inara had danced, holding each other close, looking as if they would never let each other go. Mal also danced with Alley, holding her in his arms and swaying around to the music. We watched with wonder as Mal carried his sleeping daughter to bed, carefully tucking her in along with her favorite doll. It was a great comfort to be among family.
Much to our amusement, Jayne chose a spot by the woodpile we were perched on as his place of sleep for the night. He not only talks in his sleep, but also sings occasionally as well.
We awoke the next morning to the sound of Alley, running around the campsite, doll in hand. I heard the rip of fabric as she left Jayne and my heart sank. Alley’s favorite doll had ripped. I glared at Jayne through the bowl and was rewarded with a startled jump as he looked up and noticed our bowl. Even the young salamander, Everett was his name, whom I had been talking to, gave Jayne a good hiss of irritation as the hulking mercenary pulled himself up.
We watched Jayne carry the doll back to Serenity. River came soon after and picked up the bowl.
“It is time to go home. The festivities are over. Did you have an nice time?” I told her we did, and I am pretty sure she actually understood me.
When we were back in the shuttle, once again in our large bowl, I noticed something strange.
“Did Inara put this here yesterday?” I asked Sashimi, gesturing to a piece of red string floating in the water.
“No. Why would she put that in the water? She usually just puts the ribbon on the outside.” Sashimi hesitated for a moment, looking up at something else floating in the water. “Is that…stuffing?”
“You know,” I answered, “I really don’t want to know.”
Author: deadpoetwoffie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mr. Whedon created the crew. Terimaru created the fish. Ceclas wrote Independents Day and A Doll. I’m just here to play.
A/N: This is for you, ceslas!! This is for you!!
A/N: There is a Douglas Adams reference in this fic, just because I am an uber geek. Oh, and I know that fish don’t really have throats, but I don’t really care.
Sashimi and I were discussing the meaning of life, the universe, and everything when River ran exuberantly into the shuttle and up to our bowl.
“Today is the day we remember why those we love fought to be free. Today is the day we must celebrate. There will be much dancing and laughter, but the festivities will not be complete if the entire family is not in attendance!” I noticed then that River held the smaller bowl that Inara often used to take us on walks around Serenity. It was already filled with water. River carefully retrieved both of us and transferred us to the smaller bowl.
“We must leave at once! We do not want to be late!” With our bowl in hand, River skipped out of the shuttle and down the ramp.
Once outside, Sashimi and I eagerly swam about, taking in the sights and sounds of our surroundings. River came to a stop by a pile of wood.
“This looks to be a prime location for surveillance of the evening. Have fun!” River set down the bowl atop the pile and danced off.
“Isn’t this amazing?” I asked Sashimi.
“Ooh! I think the Captain is about to give a speech!”
We listened, heart in our throats, as Mal spoke from the heart about the Independents and their sacrifice.
When he finished Sashimi looked over at me. “We have a good family, Sushi.”
“I know,” was all I could say.
Once the poignant moment subsided, the music and laughter returned with full force. We danced around in the water occasionally but we found the most amusing thing to do was to simply watch Jayne.
While we knew that Jayne did not particularly care for us, he was still family. And it is always fun to watch family make complete fools of themselves.
After having a little too much of Paraiso’s fine apple-pie moonshine, Jayne decided to dance. The man was the picture of grace when it came to handling a dangerous weapon, but dancing was obviously not his forte. We chose to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that, had he not been a tad tipsy, he would have made a fine dance partner. Now he was about as graceful as a wounded water buffalo. Oh, the hilarity!
Mal and Inara had danced, holding each other close, looking as if they would never let each other go. Mal also danced with Alley, holding her in his arms and swaying around to the music. We watched with wonder as Mal carried his sleeping daughter to bed, carefully tucking her in along with her favorite doll. It was a great comfort to be among family.
Much to our amusement, Jayne chose a spot by the woodpile we were perched on as his place of sleep for the night. He not only talks in his sleep, but also sings occasionally as well.
We awoke the next morning to the sound of Alley, running around the campsite, doll in hand. I heard the rip of fabric as she left Jayne and my heart sank. Alley’s favorite doll had ripped. I glared at Jayne through the bowl and was rewarded with a startled jump as he looked up and noticed our bowl. Even the young salamander, Everett was his name, whom I had been talking to, gave Jayne a good hiss of irritation as the hulking mercenary pulled himself up.
We watched Jayne carry the doll back to Serenity. River came soon after and picked up the bowl.
“It is time to go home. The festivities are over. Did you have an nice time?” I told her we did, and I am pretty sure she actually understood me.
When we were back in the shuttle, once again in our large bowl, I noticed something strange.
“Did Inara put this here yesterday?” I asked Sashimi, gesturing to a piece of red string floating in the water.
“No. Why would she put that in the water? She usually just puts the ribbon on the outside.” Sashimi hesitated for a moment, looking up at something else floating in the water. “Is that…stuffing?”
“You know,” I answered, “I really don’t want to know.”