The Fish Job: Chapter 5/19
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Obviously, it all belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the rest. I’m just playing with it.
This was my first fanfic, and was posted on fireflyfans over a year ago. (I've learned a bit about writing since then, so I'll be making improvements as I post here.) The Fish Job has a sequel which was posted last summer; I am currently working on a third part in the series which will be ready in a month or so. So... my goal here is to spread the word before I get to posting the new installment, and also it's about time I learned how to get around this LiveJournal place.
For your ease, mouse-over Chinese for English translations.
Many thanks to Guenever, BlueEyedBrigadier, and vera2529 from fireflyfans for doing beta.
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The Fish Job, Chapter 5/19
by: Mal4Prez
Mal gets little bit of good news, and a whole lotta bad.
A spider had burrowed into the back of Mal’s head. Its fat body sat at the top of his spine, and its long spiny legs pushed through the inside of his skull. The spider glowed white.
With a painful effort, Mal pushed this image away. It wasn’t helping. He tried to think more cheerful thoughts, but for a while nothing came to him.
Oh yeah, he remembered, we got paid. We got well paid. But after that, things hadn’t gone so good. The events on the station came back to him with an odd clarity, and he pictured it in his mind: taking out the lights, finding the service lift, climbing the stairs back up to the docks, heading for the platform. Then it just… ended.
Someone got to him; had to be the Alliance.
Gradually, he became aware of a faint background noise. A buzzing. A ship’s engine? If it was, it was a small - too high pitched to be a cruiser. A transport maybe? Only one way to find out: he decided to try waking up. Not that it was likely to make the situation any better. But hell, optimism had worked once today, maybe he ought’a try it again. Could be he was still on the station, or planetside, so the crew would have a chance to get him out. If he’d been shipped to that cruiser he was humped. Not a cheery idea, he thought. Better avoid that one.
Here goes.
Blinding white light jabbed into his head and woke up the spider. He closed his eyes again and waited for it to stop its fussing. After a bit, he peeked out through squinted eyes. Gorram light. He held up a hand to block it. Hands not bound, that’s something.
“Oh, sorry about that,” a familiar voice said, sounding distant. The light turned off and a figure leaned over Mal. “How do you feel?”
“Ask the spider,” Mal said very slowly.
“Um …”
“It’s okay, doc. Just got a headache.” Cautiously keeping his eyes at narrow slits, Mal focused on Simon.
“I’m not surprised,” the doctor said. His voice and the sight of his face seemed to draw closer and clearer as Mal drew further up out of unconsciousness. “You’ve got a concussion where they hit you.”
“Hit me?”
“You got lucky, sir.” Zoë’s voice floated to him.
“Ain’t no such thing. Zoë?”
“Over here.”
Mal turned toward her, but this involved rolling over the back of his head, which was a bad idea.
After things settled again, he asked, “Who hit me?”
“Jayne and I came to meet you, saw two guys draggin’ you off. They have headaches at least as bad as yours right now.”
“Good. What’s with the buzzin’?”
“Buzzing, sir?”
“This should help,” Simon said from Mal’s side. Mal felt a sting in his arm, and a few seconds later the ache in his skull subsided. Things came better into focus, and he saw Simon putting away a bottle.
“Thanks, Doc.” He carefully looked over to Zoë. “Two guys?”
She shrugged. “They weren’t very good.”
“Alliance?”
“Might have been. Not in uniform, but real clean cut.”
“Funny there was only two of ’em.”
“They must not‘ve known who they’re after, or they’d have sent a whole squadron.”
“Snuck up behind me. Very quiet.”
“They got behind you? I take it back, sir. They must have been top agents. The best.”
“Nice of ya to say it.” Mal smiled and let his eyes close. The painkiller was working it’s way further into him.
“You did get lucky.”
“Ain’t no such thing as luck.”
“You’re here.”
“Guess I am. Rest of the crew?”
“Yep. We met up with Inara and hightailed it.”
Mal opened his eyes to give her a questioning look.“We bein’ followed?”
“Oddly, no, we’re not.”
He frowned. “They let us leave?”
“They did.”
“Zoë, somethin’ smelly ‘bout that job.”
“I smelled it too, sir.”
“And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the fish.” Mal’s eyes drifted shut again.
“That’s a different kind of stink.”
“Let’s talk ‘bout it later.”
“Sure Cap’n. Sleep well.”
* * *
Mal sat alone at the table, sipping tea and nibbling a rice cake. It was early morning on the ship’s clock, but his sleep schedule had been messed up by all the unconscious time. They were already more than a day out of Oeneus, and this was the first time he’d been able to hold down any solid food. He still felt weird in the head; he must have got hit might damned hard.
But now the worst of the ache was gone and he was able to think a little. He forced himself to focus on the fish job; something wasn’t right and surely it’d be back around to bite him in the ass if he didn’t figure it out.
He could tell by the dark looks he got from a few of the crew, namely Book and Inara, that they thought this new trouble was the result of his little temper tantrum with the kid on New Melbourne. Mal didn’t agree. The Feds had come after him in the bar instead of meeting him at the ship, and they hadn’t known that Zoë and Jayne were with him. So the Feds must of ID’d him as a target after they’d all gotten off the lift and split up. Must have ID’d him in the bar. They had to be after him because he’d been talking to the Kamath guy, that’s the only thing that made sense. But why did they show up in the bar after the guy left?
Then there was the issue of the two fellas who’d given him the achey head. Most likely they had been Feds out of uniform, trying to blend in so they could jump him. But why only two guys? And why such a sloppy job?
The Alliance was just moving in to a remote world, and it was clear they weren’t fully staffed. The guy that led the search of the ship certainly wasn’t up to the usual Alliance snuff. But still - they knocked him out then let themselves get jumped? That last part didn’t sit right. Feds couldn’t be that stupid, could they?
So maybe those two guys weren’t Feds. It wouldn’t be the first time in his career that he had two separate groups of people out to ruin his day. But who else would be after him out here?
Mal set the questions aside as Inara came in.
“Good morning, Captain.”
“Mornin’, Inara.”
“How is your head?”
“Feelin’ a little too full at present.”
“That must be uncomfortable for you.”
“Hmm.” Mal narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out if that was an insult. Guĭ , at least she was talking to him. He smiled, this optimism thing was starting to take hold. “Did I pull you away from an important client back there?”
“Actually, yes, you did.”
“I hope there weren’t no broken hearts.”
“Not on my account. I believe River did all the heart breaking this time around.”
“Did she, uh…”
“Never even took her veil off, but she’s very good with body language. She would make an excellent Companion.”
“That’s all I need.”
“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Inara sat at the table. She took a deep breath and continued awkwardly. “Actually, it’s funny you should ask. My client took my early departure quite well.”
“Really?”
“Because I should be seeing him fairly often in the future.”
“How’s that?”
“I made a contact, and I’ve found a good… situation. On Patton. It’s not far from Oeneus. It’s a good offer and it saves me the trouble of finding transport all the way in to the Core.”
Mal stopped the question on the tip of his tongue: situation as in permanent client? He set down his cup and rubbed his neck. Did he really have to deal with this right now?
“I’ll see what I can do about gettin’ you there.”
“Thank you.”
“We can’t go straight in. There’s a lot of Alliance on Patton.”
“I understand. There’s no need to hurry. The situation will wait for me.”
Again Mal resisted the urge to ask the situation’s name. “Have you told everyone yet?”
“Not about this particular offer. They know I plan on leaving eventually.”
They sat for an uncomfortable moment, until a groggy looking Zoë stumbled in.
“Morning, Captain,” she mumbled.
“Morning, Zoë. You’re up early.”
“Looks like I ain’t the only one.”
“Nothing like a cracked skull to muck up your sleep schedule,” Mal said with more cheer than he felt. “What’s a matter with you? You look a wreck.”
“Just feelin’ a mite icky this morning.” Zoe brought a fragrant cup of mint tea to the table.
“You get straight to the doc, I don’t want no sickness spreadin’ around my boat.”
“Actually, Captain, I seen him already. I ain’t sick.” Zoë slid her teacup aside she could set her elbows on the table and rested her face in her hands.
Inara gasped. “Really?” Zoë looked up and the women exchanged smiles. “Oh, Zoë, that’s wonderful!”
“What? What? A little help here?” Mal demanded. His headache was coming back.
“Mal, she’s pregnant.”
The headache hit full stride.
* * *
“I promised Wash we’d all talk about this together,” Zoë stalled.
“Get him out of bed then!” Mal ordered.
“That’s all right, Captain,” Wash said from the doorway. “I’m up. Zoë, you told him?”
“Actually, I didn’t.”
“I guessed,” Inara confessed with a smile. “She’s got that glow.”
“The ‘I just spent the last half hour vomiting’ glow?” Zoe asked.
Wash smiled. “It does give you away, honey.”
“So… y’all are pregnant?” Mal asked.
“Technically, it’s just Zoë,” Wash commented from the kitchen.
“As in… baby?”
“That’s generally what happens,” Inara said with a teasing smirk.
“Come on, sir,” Zoë said. “You must have known we’ve been thinking on it for some time.”
“Well, ya, but… pregnant? Now?”
“Careful Mal, you’re gonna reopen that crack in your head,” Wash said, then he kissed his glowingly pregnant wife and sat down next to her.
“How long has it been?” Inara asked.
“Almost three months,” Zoë said. “We wanted to give it a little time to make sure before we told anyone.”
“Three months,” Mal repeated.
“Ya, that’s three of nine,” Wash displayed the appropriate number of fingers. “Six to go. Then - hey! Baby! Diapers, spit up, no sleep…” His face lit up in a joyful smile at the thought of his future hardships.
Mal ignored Wash as the idea sank in. He turned to Zoë. “Why the hell did you go on the job?”
“It was supposed to be an easy grab-the-dough-and-go. Wasn’t even illegal cargo.”
“But with the Alliance all over the place?”
“It worked out fine.”
“Barely.” Mal found himself starting in on a lecture. “Zoë, you need to put some thought into this -”
“We have thought on it,” Zoë interrupted, then she and Wash shared a long silent look which Mal couldn’t decipher at all. He wasn’t used to that. Wash and Zoë had their private moments, no doubt about that, but Mal always knew what was on Zoë’s mind. Suddenly he understood how the unspoken conversations he and Zoë had on a near daily basis might bother her husband.
“It won’t help anything to wait,” Wash said in a low voice.
Zoë nodded. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, then looked at Mal. “Captain. We didn’t want to say anything until your head was all better.”
“My head will get by just fine. You say what you need.”
“It’s just all the stuff that’s been happening the past months. And this last job, should have been a cake walk.” Zoë looked to Wash for support. He answered by clutching her hand. “Babies ain’t born easy in my family -”
“You’re leavin’,” Mal guessed.
“It’s just until the baby is born. A quiet and peaceful place, with good med facilities. Lay up a bit.” Zoë sounded like she was still trying to convince herself. “Mal, I spent a lot of time wrestlin’ with this, and I think it’s the way it has to go.”
Mal put his head down. Then he pushed his chair back and walked to the kitchen. He forgot to take his mug with him to provide an excuse, so he ended up just staring at the tea pot.
Jayne came stumbling into the tense quiet and fell into a seat on the table. He looked like he’d been up late drinking - maybe something he had hidden away in his bunk. It took him a minute to focus his red eyes and take in the other folk in the room.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asked.
Wash took on the job of answering, short and to the point. “Zoë’s pregnant. We’re thinking of leaving.”
“Oh,” Jayne said stupidly, then he stared at the table for a second and thought about it. “Can I have your bunk?”
“Captain ain’t said yes yet,” Zoë replied, then glanced toward Mal.
She shouldn’t have to ask him this, Mal realized. It’s her right to move on with life, to leave the death and despair of the war behind. Who was he to hold her back, keep her in a bad place just because he can’t get himself out of it?
“`Course I’m saying yes,” Mal finally said, returning Zoë’s look and trying to force a smile. “You take all the time you want.”
Zoë turned to Wash for a hug and kiss. Mal watched them celebrate, his face expressionless because he couldn’t hold that smile. He returned to his chair.
“You two got enough money?” he asked softly.
“We’ve been setting some aside, just in case.” Wash replied. “We’ll be okay.”
“You put any thought into where you’re goin’?”
“Barnard’s world,” Wash said. “I got a cousin there. It’s got good med facilities, but not much Alliance presence. Good climate too. Nice place for my woman to get some rest, and we’re less than a day from it.”
“Inara,” Mal said, “Barnard would be a good place for you to find a charter back to Patton. There’s a refueling station in orbit that gets a lot of traffic.”
Wash and Zoë looked to Inara in surprise.
“Oh - yes, it would be a good place,” Inara answered Mal.
“Inara, you’re leaving now?” Wash asked. Zoë swore under her breath.
Mal stood up. “Yup, our companion has got herself a proper sit-u-ation. Wash, if you’d set our course. I got some work to do.” Mal set his mug in the galley and left.
* * *
Mal kept his feet moving as he walked down the corridor toward the engine room, but it wasn’t easy. His headache had spread and gotten a kind of floaty edge to it, like he’d been smoking something that proper responsible captains don’t smoke. He stopped where the corridor split off toward the cargo bay, holding the bulkhead as his sense of balance did a long slow circle. Wasn’t like he’d never hit his head before, but this one definitely got a tender spot. Of course, the news that he had three people leaving his ship tomorrow didn’t help any.
As he waited for up to become up again, Mal noticed two pairs of feet stretched out on the deck just inside the doorway of the engine room. He smiled. It pleased him to see Kaylee finding some company. The girl deserved all the affection she could get.
“No, you can’t be serious!” he heard her say in a teasing tone.
“Really,” Simon replied. “We had a few weeks between terms, and anyone who could get enough people to sign up for a class could teach it. And that was one of the classes.”
“But… a’ artichoke? Who cares how ya eat it?”
“Manners are very important to a top surgeon. You have to be funded, which means wining and dining very important people.”
“Again I’m askin’... a’ artichoke?”
“That was just the title, the gimmick to the class. It actually covered many aspects of proper manners for Core high society.”
“Like eatin’ a’ artichoke in polite company?”
“Yes,” he admitted with a laugh. “That was covered.”
“Now I gotta be on the outlook for one so as I can watch you eat it like a gentleman.”
Simon laughed, and Mal heard a soft kiss. This had now gone beyond what he had any business eavesdropping on; actually, this was something he ought’a be going in there and putting a stop to, or three months from now he could have Simon and Kaylee asking to be let off on some safe, comfy world.
But Mal stayed put. His head wasn’t quite settled and, despite himself, he liked to hear Kaylee being happy.
“Get two of them,” Simon was saying. “I’ll teach you how to cope with an artichoke too.”
“Really?”
“You never know when you might find yourself at a vital hospital fundraiser, served a very troubling appetizer while discussing the necessities of trauma surgery with a parliament member’s top assistant.”
“I would do you proud, Simon Tam.”
Mal smiled again. He hadn’t realized Kaylee and Simon had gotten so close. He’d definitely have to put a stop to it. Eventually.
“I know you would, Kaylee.”
“You think me and you’ll ever get settled in the Core? Really?”
“I know we will. Someday.”
Mal’s smile faded.
“But what about River?”
A long silence followed Kaylee’s question. “I’ll find somewhere safe for her, someday,” Simon finally said. “I’ll do everything I can. But I’m not sure how far I can take her.”
“You done so much,” Kaylee said. “But you got to live your own life too. You deserve that.”
“I do miss Osiris. It was good there. If I could just take you back with me, it’d be perfect.”
“Don’t tell the captain, but I would like to see what it’s like in the Core. I know everyone says bad stuff about the Alliance, but I’d like to see for myself, ya know? And be settled somewhere, not runnin’ around all the time gettin’ chased by just about everybody.”
“It is best to judge things for yourself, and you can’t do that if you don’t experience all the options. Being a common criminal on the rim is not the only way to live life.”
Mal turned away before he could hear any more; he made it to top of the stairway and sat down heavily. Kaylee and Simon, a happy high class couple in the Core? Of course Simon belonged there, but Kaylee? Mal sighed. The girl deserved more comfort and stability than she could get on this ship; that was the hard truth. Simon could give it to her. He’d have to give up on his sister, though, and Mal couldn’t accept that the doctor would really do that. No way the Allance would take Dr. Tam back, in any case.
Mal started to rise, but plopped back down as a lance of singing heat cut through his head. Damned concussion. He held his hands over his face until his vision began to clear again.
As the ache subsided, he felt a wave of rage rush up in him. Simon had taken on more than his share of risk and loss to rescue and protect his little sister, but ould that boy mean to abandon her now? And Kaylee, talking about the Alliance like that? Like she wanted to be part of it? Mal wanted to go back in there and give them both a sharp slap or two. He actually stood up and took a step toward the engine room before he stopped himself.
Idiot! the word rang in his mind, sounding like a voice through headphones with the volume up way too loud. It applied though - was he really thinking of doing violence on his own crew? Had he fallen that far?
Those two were just talking fanciful. It wasn’t fair for him to be judging them based on something he wasn’t meant to have heard. He forced himself to turn back toward the cargo bay.
* * *
Mal sat with his feet dangling over the edge of the catwalk. His arms were hooked over the lower bars of the railing, his eyes focused somewhere beyond the walls of the bay.
“Am I interrupting?”
Mal pulled his attention back to the here and now. “Not at all, Shepherd.”
“You look as if you’re carrying a heavy load, son.”
“I got nothin’ on my back.”
“That so?” Book settled down next to Mal.
“It is.”
“I hear tell Zoë and Wash have formed some plans of late.”
“They have at that.”
They sat silently for a moment before Mal continued. “It’s a good thing for them.”
“Yes. There is joy in new life.”
“Bouncing bundles of it.”
“You don’t seem joyful.”
Mal hesitated before answering. “I am happy for them, Shepherd.”
“But…?”
“You ever get the feelin’ that stuff ain’t right?”
“How do you mean?”
“Like… like everything got shook up, and ain’t what it’s supposed to be?”
“Can’t say as I have.” Book studied the Mal. “Captain, it’s not surprising you feel off. You can’t be happy to lose Zoë and Wash. And Inara as well.”
“Guess I’ll get by.”
“Living is about more than getting by.”
“Is for some.”
“Could be for you. That’s something you have control of.”
“How you figure that?”
“Mal, you need to think about the life you’re creating on this ship. Of course people won’t want to stay with you if you let things go to hell the way you have.”
Mal looked at Book in surprise. “Pardon me?”
“Taking jobs with folk you have no idea about. Letting your rage rule you. Playing the tyrant. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Captain, that you have some special people on this ship. But they’re not stupid. You have to earn their trust, and you haven’t done so well with that.”
“What exactly are you tellin’ me Shepherd?”
“I’m telling you to get your house in order, and don’t be waiting for someone else to do it for you. Out here in the black you’re all you got. There’s no one for you to be leanin’ on.”
“How about all those special people on my crew?”
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s not so many as there used to be. As I said, they aren’t stupid. They know a sinking ship when they see one, and they won’t let you drag them down.”
Mal opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t think of a thing to say. He looked down into the cargo bay, thinking on the bitter truth in the preacher’s words.
Book stood up and Mal turned to watch him leave, wanting to say something, to explain that things weren’t really so bad. He’d even been optimistic lately, for chrissake. His gaze passed the hatch to Inara’s shuttle, then returned there to linger.
Out here in the black you’re all you got.
He didn’t want to believe that.
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Translations
Guĭ:
Hell
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