The Fish Job, Chapter 2/19
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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.
Chapter 1/19
The Fish Job, Chapter 2/19
by: Mal4Prez
The crew fleaves New Melbourne in a hurry, and no one’s happy about it.
Mal and Jayne jogged around a crate being pushed onto a forklift and climbed the ramp into Serenity’s hold. Zoë was standing just past the airlock, keeping track of the cargo being loaded.
“How we doin' with the goods?” Mal asked her.
“Two more crates to go, Captain. They’ll be on in five.”
Mal motioned her away from the dock workers with a tilt of his head. “We gotta make good with the leavin’,” he said as soon as they were clear. “Quick.”
“Why am I not surprised,” Zoë said with a sigh.
“Everyone on board?”
“Last I checked.”
“Where’s Wash?”
“Probably havin’ a bite to eat.”
Mal nodded and went back to the airlock controls to key the intercom. “Wash, get to the bridge and warm her up again. We’re liftin’ off in ten.”
Lifting off? Wash replied. Now?
“That’s right. Leavin’ atmo.” Mal switched off the comm before Wash could ask anything more and turned back to Jayne. The merc was nosing around the cargo like he expected to pick up the smell of the food inside. “Jayne, you get a head count. I’ll talk to Inara.”
Jayne nodded and headed toward the back of the bay, where Simon and Book were looking on from the weight bench.
“What’s going on, Captain?” Simon asked.
“Little run-in,” Mal said shortly. “Nothing to worry about.” He left it at that and started up the stairs to Inara’s shuttle.
* * *
Simon turned to help Book stow the weight set. “Never a dull moment,” he said with a shrug.
“I am surprised,” Book replied. “He would have had to look hard to find Alliance trouble out here.”
“It’s a special talent the captain appears to have been born with.”
“Jayne, what happened?” Book asked as Jayne passed by.
“Dunno. Job got set up fine, and we was headin’ over to meet Serenity, then Mal’s just gone. I went lookin’ for him, and there he was in some empty gun shop sayin’ we gotta go quick.”
“No Alliance?” Simon asked.
“Not that I saw. I gotta get a headcount. Y’all know where Kaylee and River are?”
Simon looked toward Book, who answered, “Somewhere up top, doing girl things I suppose.”
Jayne made a low growling noise in his throat and smirked. “This I gotta see.” He headed up the stairs.
Book shook his head, then turned to Simon. “I’ll be interested to hear what situation our captain has worked himself into this time.”
“I’m sure it'll be entertaining,” Simon replied with a sigh.
“Don’t know about that,” Book said, but he couldn’t contain a knowing grin. “Could be he just wants to delay certain things were planned to happen on this stop.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you have to ask, son, you’re not payin’ much attention.”
* * *
Inara had given up on the port’s shipping list some time ago, and was sitting at her desk with her chin in her hands, trying to fight off frustration. At least they’d be planetside for a few days to rest up after their adventure with Jubal Early. Ships moved through here frequently, maybe she’d find something heading into the Core tomorrow or the next day.
The thought made her take a long look around her shuttle; funny how what had started as such a dark and dirty space had become home. She recalled the first time she’d toured it, Mal’s defensiveness about his ship, his girl. Inara had been drawn to the Firefly from first sight because of the memories it brought her, but the more time she'd spent here, the more she appreciated Serenity for its own merits. Now she understood why Mal'd acted as he did that first day.
But she’d never make anyone in the Guild believe that she’d spent more than a year here, on this tiny ship making its meandering and chaotic way through the nether regions of the ‘verse. Not an easy year, but not such a bad one either.
This thought surprised her. Not such a bad one? What exactly had been so good about it?
She started from her reverie as Mal shoved the hatch open. “You hitch a ride yet?” he asked.
“Please come in,” she replied dryly.
“Don’t get tetchy, it’s just about my shuttle again anyway. You got a plan?”
“I have found… several leads. Nothing solid.”
“Get solidified, schedule’s changed. We’re in the air in nine minutes.”
Inara blinked in disbelief. He couldn’t be doing this to her. “For off-world?”
“That’s right.”
“But you said we’d be here for at least a few days!”
“And I’m sayin’ now that plans have changed.”
“Zāo gāo!” Inara pushed herself to her feet. “I have a life of my own, Mal. I have plans. You can’t just order me around on a whim -”
“Fine. Then you take what you can carry and start livin’ that life out on the docks right now. Or, you quit harpin’ at me and get comfy for a few more days. I got exactly no time to be arguin’ over this.” Mal turned on his heel and left.
* * *
“Tiān xiăode, what happened to you?” Jayne stared at the girl as she stepped off the ladder up from Kaylee’s bunk.
“Don’t she look pretty?” Kaylee asked brightly as she followed River up.
“What’d you do? Beat her up?”
“No! It’s makeup. Makes her…” Kaylee looked at River’s painted face and her smile fell for a second, but she stubbornly turned back to Jayne and insisted: “…pretty.”
“Gorram, like the girl needs to be any scarier,” Jayne said. River's eyes narrowed, an unsettling enough sight at any time, but now it took on a whole new level of disturbing.
“Jayne, be nice,” Kaylee said. “Tell her she looks pretty.”
“I’ll tell you this, River. You’re supposed to be this big genius, right? Well, you ought’a know enough to not be lettin’ Kaylee draw on your face. Ow!” He yowled as Kaylee punched his arm.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just not used to high quality womenfolk,” Kaylee told River.
“Kinda hard to get used to ‘em when there ain’t none around. Ow!” Jayne backed away from Kaylee, rubbing his arm. He let his voice take on a petulant edge as he teased her. “I hope you’re all done with yer shoppin’, cause we’re headed out’a the world.”
“Now?" Kaylee asked. "But we ain’t got to go walkin’ at all!”
“And it’s a good thing. You let River out like that, sure as hell gonna bring us trouble.”
River tilted her head and fixed her unnerving stare on Jayne. “Trouble goes where it’s taken,” she told him. “With us wherever we go.”
“Yeah, how lucky for us that we got you on board,” Jayne said.
“Have your own, don’t need me for that,” the girl said. Just then, Mal’s voice carried down the stairs from the bridge and River's eyes slid eerily in their dark, smudged background toward the sound. “Some more than others,” she added.
“Li'l Kaylee, why don’t you put a sparkly scarf on her head and set her up tellin’ fortunes in a freak show. Better than lettin’ her wander around the ship creepin’ me out.” Jayne started up the steps. “Get her brother set up on the side as a’ accident of nature,” he said over his shoulder.
* * *
Mal stood behind Wash’s chair, trying not to show his impatience by fidgeting.
“They ain’t put a lock on us?” he asked
“We’re clear,” Wash replied.
“No alerts?”
“Not a thing.” Wash turned and gave Mal a questioning look; Mal was relieved when Jayne came onto the bridge and got him out of explaining.
“Inara’s on?” Jayne asked.
Mal nodded in reply.
“Then we’re full up.”
“All right.” Mal turned to Wash. “Let’s go. Kuài, if you could.”
“Do we ever travel any other way?” Wash gruumbled.
Jayne headed right back out the hatch; the merc was likely eager to get going on one of Ricky’s Sea Delights. Mal stayed by, half expecting a wave from some security joe, and he preferred to handle that himself. But no call came, and Wash was soon high over the city.
Zoë joined them a half minute later. “Cargo's secure," she said, then she stared at Mal. "We expectin’ company?”
“Nah, shouldn’t be any problems,” he replied.
“You’re seemin’ a might tense for a man with no problems.”
Mal just gave her a glance.
“So you wanna tell me about this problem we’re not expectin’?” she asked.
“Not particularly.”
After a few minutes Wash clicked over to the auto pilot. “Another successful dash out of imminent nonexistent danger,” he declared as he spun the seat around to face them. “So - where are we going?”
“Oeneus,” Mal replied. “Head straight in; there shouldn’t be any Alliance patrols out here. But keep an eye on the scan. Ricky said they may be movin’ into the neighborhood.”
“The mighty Alliance stands tall and protects us from the scary black market fish.”
“Oddly enough, that ain’t far from the truth of it.”
* * *
Mal picked a hunk of rehydrated fish out of his bowl with his chopsticks. Ricky had a good thing here - it was a welcome change to eat something with a texture differing from paste and flavored with actual food.
He looked around the table; everyone but Inara was there enjoying the meal. They were probably also hoping to catch the details of the new job and to hear Mal's latest tale of woe, but they seemed to have picked up on his mood. No one had asked him anything, not yet anyway.
He knew they wouldn’t leave him be for long, so he sighed and spoke up. “Next stop is Oeneus, to drop the goods,” he announced.
“Oeneus?” Book asked, apparently eager to chat. “Haven’t been there since way back. Wasn’t such a nice place then; the terraform was slow to take. I hear it’s much improved of late.”
Zoë nodded. “Uh-huh. Becoming a ‘garden’ world if you believe the talk.”
“Garden world? Sounds nice,” Wash said with a smile at his wife.
“The change has drawn a load of new settlers,” Zoë continued in her practical voice, not taken in my Wash's suggestive look, “though maybe the world ‘settler’ don’t rightly fit no more. Ten years back there weren’t more than ten, maybe twenty settlements on the whole world, now there’re cities on every continent. They got their own local government, transportation system, all the trappings of a modern world.”
“Is there a lot of Alliance?” Simon asked.
Zoë shook her head. “No permanent garrison or station. Don’t see cruisers too often neither. Place is out of the way of shipping lanes, and never had much the Alliance is interested in.”
“Guess there ain’t been no rich people to protect, and Alliance’s got plenty a’ poor people to bully other places,” Jayne said through a mouthful of rice.
“Inara was tellin’ me she checked it out on the cortex,” Kaylee said. “She has a client in the main city, says it’s real nice there. Cultured. Fancy restaurants and shops and the like.”
“It’s become a haven for wealthy folk who want to get away from the Core worlds,” Zoë said. “Expats and tourists and such.”
“So, does ‘cultured’ mean there’s green parks where a man can have a romantic picnic with his wife and not get arrested for vagrancy?” Wash asked hopefully.
“One way to find out,” Zoë answered him with a smile.
“Don’t plan on gettin' too comfy,” Mal told them. “If the rich folks and tourists have found it, the Alliance can’t be far behind. Most likely we won’t be stayin’ long.”
“Can’t we for just a little bit, Cap’n?” Kaylee asked. “Engine could use some tinkering while we’s sittin’ still, and I’d like to get out and take in the sights.”
“We’ll see how it goes.”
Kaylee shrugged and looked down at her bowl as she continued. “`Cause I ain’t never seen a fish market, and I thought we was gonna get to go out on New Melbourne...”
“I thought you would too,” Mal replied in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry you missed out, Kaylee.”
“Well, you can’t help it. Trouble just always seems to find us.”
“What exactly was the trouble?” Simon asked. “Jayne said something about a gun shop?”
“You went gun shoppin’, sir?” Zoë asked.
Mal scooped up the last of his rice, and took his time about swallowing it down. He’d known they’d get around to asking about this sooner or later, but he hadn’t settled his mind as to what exactly to tell them. As he considered his options, River started mumbling softly,
“Comes to get you, fast and quiet. Don’t move, it’ll find you.” Mal cut his eyes at her. Kaylee had added a fair amount of lipstick to her human canvas, which had partially rubbed off as the girl ate. She was truly a sight. A sight to be avoided. “Whizzzz… bang,” she finished with a sidelong look at Mal.
“Wasn’t a big deal,” he finally replied to Simon. “A little disagreement. Just seemed best to avoid any possible… complications.”
“Alliance loving drunks provide a punching bag again?” Simon asked with a nod toward the bruised knuckles on Mal’s right hand.
Mal pulled his hand back and lowered it under the edge of the table, out of general view.
“Somethin’ like that.”
“That’s an interesting take on it,” Inara said from the aft hatch, drawing everyone's attention. “I just saw on the cortex that an 18 year old worker at a gun shop got assaulted by a man whose description was oddly familiar.” She gave Mal a hard look. “He had a broken cheekbone and a concussion. Apparently, the attacker wasn’t there to steal anything. He just walked into the empty store, beat the boy unconscious, and left.”
All eyes turned to Mal.
“Is that what happened, Captain?” Book asked gravely.
Mal looked down at his hand, flexing the bruised fingers. “What happened is my business, not any of yours.”
“I’d say it’s my business,” Inara replied, approaching the table. “Your temper tantrums affect my life if you haven’t noticed. In fact, I’d say it’s the business of your entire crew. Don’t they have enough to worry about without you doing your best to bring the law down on them. Attacking an innocent, Mal?”
Mal gave her no answer but an angry look.
“Why did you attack him, Captain?” Book asked again.
“Great," Mal said. "You’re gonna assume I attacked him without cause, like I just… went in there and… busted him up for no reason.”
“I am offering you the chance to explain for yourself,” Book replied.
“It’s my boat, I don’t need to explain myself to no one.” Mal clenched his jaw, looking away from all the questioning eyes. But then he swore and reached into his shirt pocket. He pulled out a small silver cylinder the size of his thumb and set it on the table in front of Zoë. They shared a look, and Mal pushed back his chair and stood up. He slid the chair back under the table and leaned on the back of it for a few seconds.
“What you heard was the truth, Inara," he finally said. "That kid didn’t do a damn thing.” He shook his head, then left for the bridge.
No one spoke for a bit. Finally, Zoë picked up the silver cylinder.
“What is that, Zoë?” Kaylee asked.
“Seeker."
Shepherd Book folded his arms and gave the thing a dark look of understanding, but Kaylee only shrugged.
“This thing's quiet and fast," Zoë explained with a glance at River, "and ain't too selective about who it hits. Supposed to be illegal, against the Alliance Peacetime Accords. Like land- and space- mines, bioweapons, torture, that kind’a thing.” While she talked, she used her thumbnail to pry the end off the case. “Was supposed to be illegal in the war too, but that didn’t stop the Alliance from using ‘em on us. And I guess it don’t stop the good folks of New Melbourne from makin’ ‘em available to anyone with enough coin. Must be why they didn’t report anything missin’ from the shop. Probably didn’t show the security vid to the law either - they ain’t supposed to be sellin’ these.”
Zoë stopped talking for a few seconds, and held her breath while she broke off a brittle tab inside the cylinder.
“This one’s disabled now,” she said with a deep, relieved exhale, “but I’ll space it just in case.” She pushed her chair back and headed to the hatch near the crew quarters.
* * *
Book entered the bridge and found Mal seated in the pilot’s chair, staring out into the black.
“I ain't in the mood for a heart to heart, Shepherd,” Mal said without turning around.
Book stood behind the chair, also looking out at the night. “You wish to continue on this path?” he asked.
“Got goods to deliver.”
“I’m not talking about the ship’s course. I’m talking about you.”
“I ain’t on any gorram path.”
“Just because you don’t see it don’t mean it’s not there.”
Mal spun the chair slowly around to look at the Shepherd. “And where is this windy lane supposed to be takin’ me?”
“Violence is not done by those who love doin’ it so much as those who’ve had it done on themselves.”
“I am even less in the mood for preachin’.” Mal stood and made to leave the bridge, but Book caught him by the arm.
“Captain, I know it wasn’t your intention to hurt that boy.”
Mal returned Book’s stare. “You don’t know a gorram thing about what I intend,” he said, his voice low and hard.
Book nearly backed away from the warning in the captain's eyes, but made himself hold his ground. “A lot of people in this verse have been through hard times," he said, "you’re not the only one. It’s up to you what kind of man you let it make you into.”
“That’s very poetical - save it for the pulpit. Now I suggest you take your hand off me.”
Book held Mal’s look for a long moment, then released his arm.
“Are you gonna follow me to my bunk too," Mal said over his shoulder, "or can I get a little peace there?”
Book waited till Mal had left before he replied softly, “Somehow, I doubt you will.”
* * *
Zoë was waiting at the entrance to Mal’s bunk.
“You get rid of it?” he asked.
She nodded. “Disabled and spaced.”
He started to step past her to climb down the ladder, but she stood in his way.
“You wanna tell me about it?” she asked.
Mal turned away impatiently, but he couldn’t brush Zoë off like he had Book. “You remember that little girl that lost her leg?" he asked. "The one at Du-Khang?”
“Yeah.”
“I do too.”
“What happened to her wasn’t that kid’s fault.”
“I know.” Mal couldn’t look her in the eye.
“You have to let it go, sir.”
“Right.”
Zoë raised a hand toward his arm, then dropped it and stepped back. “Get some sleep,” she said, and turned back to the dining room.
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Translations
zāo gāo:
damnit
tiān xiăo de:
name of all that's sacred
kuài:
quick
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