I loved being crazy!
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keire_keSpiderman 3 was quite good. I loved Harry and Eddy. "Dear God, please kill Peter Parker. I have been Very Nice this year. Love, Eddy." Bunch of things I found annoying, but overall it was okay. ^_____^
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wildannuette. This fandom is hard to write!
1. The first time Simon vaguely entertained the notion of home and Serenity in one sentence, was right after he narrowly escaped being burned on a stake. That one still made his head spin. A stake, in this day and age. It wasn’t even the fact that Captain actually bothered to come for them, because well. Simon had a cool head on his shoulders, he could see the facts and draw conclusions. Serenity needed a medic, just as she needed a mechanic and a pilot. No, it was something in the Captain’s voice, when he worked up the nerve to ask.
“Why are we still having this conversation?”
He’d never felt this warm.
2. “Do you like the scarf?” Mal asked Simon, turning to inspect his backside in the mirror. The skirts whirled along with him, both the one he was wearing and the one he was holding to his waist. There was a scarf precariously twined on top of his head, shading most of his face. Simon looked at Zoë, who was holding on to the wall in an effort not to fall to the floor, and Wash, who wasn’t even trying to pretend he could breathe. Funny, before coming to Serenity Simon didn’t realise “home” could be synonymous with “a total loony bin”.
“No,” he said, cracking a smile. “Take the floral bonnet.”
3. Simon surprised himself with how heartbroken he was. Sure, it was his birthday, and they were all about to die suffocating deaths – not a pleasant kind of death, suffocation, the doctor part of his brain reminded him. But what really shook him up was that brief moment when he felt the shuttle lurch and detach from Serenity. It was- It was like walking away from the Tam estate all over again.
Only worse. Much, much worse.
Even though this time he had River curled next to him, safe for the next couple of hours, all he wanted was to go back to Serenity.
4. He shouldn’t be holding the gun. Simon clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. Again. Someone in the distance screamed – with any luck the bullet nicked a bone, these were nasty to deal with. Especially when the little pieces got lodged in the muscles, oh, Simon did not envy the poor bastard.
Served him right, for shooting at Serenity!
Simon clenched his jaw tighter, closed his eyes again and fired. No more bullets. Damn. He tried to ignore the suspicious shaking of his hands as he exchanged the clips. A man’s got to protect his home, damn it.
5. River was happy, if the squeals were any indication. Simon watched her run about like a crazy person – okay, bad analogy there – with that big grin he hadn’t seen since she was three and decided that holding his teddy bear hostage was what younger sisters were born to do. Not that Simon had any teddy bears at that age. It was somebody else’s teddy bear. Entirely. Simon smiled at the memory, just as River stopped her mad dashing and looked at him.
“Heart. Thorax,” she said cocking her head. “Home.” She stepped closer to poke him in the chest. “Peace. Serenity.”
Simon watched her pirouette away.
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wildannuette. This fandom is hard to write!1. The first time Simon vaguely entertained the notion of home and Serenity in one sentence, was right after he narrowly escaped being burned on a stake. That one still made his head spin. A stake, in this day and age. It wasn’t even the fact that Captain actually bothered to come for them, because well. Simon had a cool head on his shoulders, he could see the facts and draw conclusions. Serenity needed a medic, just as she needed a mechanic and a pilot. No, it was something in the Captain’s voice, when he worked up the nerve to ask.
“Why are we still having this conversation?”
He’d never felt this warm.
2. “Do you like the scarf?” Mal asked Simon, turning to inspect his backside in the mirror. The skirts whirled along with him, both the one he was wearing and the one he was holding to his waist. There was a scarf precariously twined on top of his head, shading most of his face. Simon looked at Zoë, who was holding on to the wall in an effort not to fall to the floor, and Wash, who wasn’t even trying to pretend he could breathe. Funny, before coming to Serenity Simon didn’t realise “home” could be synonymous with “a total loony bin”.
“No,” he said, cracking a smile. “Take the floral bonnet.”
3. Simon surprised himself with how heartbroken he was. Sure, it was his birthday, and they were all about to die suffocating deaths – not a pleasant kind of death, suffocation, the doctor part of his brain reminded him. But what really shook him up was that brief moment when he felt the shuttle lurch and detach from Serenity. It was- It was like walking away from the Tam estate all over again.
Only worse. Much, much worse.
Even though this time he had River curled next to him, safe for the next couple of hours, all he wanted was to go back to Serenity.
4. He shouldn’t be holding the gun. Simon clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. Again. Someone in the distance screamed – with any luck the bullet nicked a bone, these were nasty to deal with. Especially when the little pieces got lodged in the muscles, oh, Simon did not envy the poor bastard.
Served him right, for shooting at Serenity!
Simon clenched his jaw tighter, closed his eyes again and fired. No more bullets. Damn. He tried to ignore the suspicious shaking of his hands as he exchanged the clips. A man’s got to protect his home, damn it.
5. River was happy, if the squeals were any indication. Simon watched her run about like a crazy person – okay, bad analogy there – with that big grin he hadn’t seen since she was three and decided that holding his teddy bear hostage was what younger sisters were born to do. Not that Simon had any teddy bears at that age. It was somebody else’s teddy bear. Entirely. Simon smiled at the memory, just as River stopped her mad dashing and looked at him.
“Heart. Thorax,” she said cocking her head. “Home.” She stepped closer to poke him in the chest. “Peace. Serenity.”
Simon watched her pirouette away.
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Date: 2007-05-08 01:05 am (UTC)Simon's voice is lovely. River as usual, is just a little crazy. *hugs* You've done good!
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Date: 2007-05-08 07:06 pm (UTC)I love the two of them. Crazy and so-sane-I'm-falling-off-the-other-end!
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Date: 2007-05-08 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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