

Watching the smoke carried her eyes further from the flames. It was so familiar, yet as she lay on her back now, it was totally foreign to her, too. River breathed in the dirt, grass fields, her family, smoke and blood. The sweet hickory smoke swirled in ethereal patterns around the large campfire. WARNING: My prompty plot bunnies were in what most people would consider a dark place when they forced me to type this out! The prompt was after all a poem by Emily Bronte. A big hug and thanks to Goddessofbirth for being my beta! It would have taken forever to get this up with out you! Other than Emily Bronte another dark work inspired me if you can guess what it is you get a cookie! Also this is my first ever posted Firefly/Serenity/Rayne fic so please be kind but do give me honest critiques. The above prompt was only a small portion of the poem so I decided to incorporate the rest into the story as well. Summary: River listens to Jayne play his guitar in the summer moonlight / River watches the smoke from the fire.Īuthor's Note: Post BDM by at least 5 to 10 years. Genre: I guess it would be angst? I know it isn't all happy and cheerful in the conventional since. Title: Summer moonlight in the midnight hour.īreathes sweet thoughts everywhere, (Emily Bronte)Īuthor: Artandlight aka ArtLightLove aka Me!Ĭharacters/Pairings: Rayne with Simon, Kaylee, Mal, and Zoe.ĭisclaimer: WHY! WHY! We all know we don't own any of this stuff? If we did there would obviously be more episodes. Not until he saw his little Albatross throw herself across the quickly cooling form of his mercenary with that bone-chilling cry of remorse. He had heard many things too but, until this moment, he could honestly have said he had never heard someone's heart break and their very soul crumble to pieces. Plenty of lives lost and the aftermath those lost lives left. "Leave her be." The warrior commanded quietly, stoically, as her thoughts drifted to her own lost love.Īs the women stood back to allow the young girl her space, Mal hung his head and tried to avoid looking at the tragically mismatched pair in the center of the room. So, with firm hands, she pulled the other two women away from River. That, somehow, these two shared a deep, unspoken love and River needed this moment. Zoe saw the truth of the moment, could see what the crew could not yet understand. Instinctively, both Kaylee and Inara went to the shattered young woman to try to comfort her while they pulled her away but River would have none of it. As her mind shifted through them, River's heart tore in two as her body gave way, she screamed as she clung to his lifeless form. River was grasping on to the visions Jayne had left behind for her the thoughts he had so desperately shielded in the decade since she had turned 18. Even Simon, who normally would have been gripped with pure rage, merely fought back confusion as he blinked misty eyes. All they could do was stare, as the scene before them unraveled.

I love ya." and thenhe fell limp to the bed. With his dying breath, he pushed out every thought he could toward her and the only words he could physically form were, "I should'a been with ya long ago, girl. He pulled her face to his in one passionate, desperate kiss that shocked the crew into absolute silence. River froze, locking eyes with the merc as, with the last bit of power left in him, Jayne surged off of the bed. In an instant, it was too late, and he was slipping. He was only capable of coherent thought for brief moments as the Tams worked on him with the crew's assistance. The crew swarmed like a horde of bees into the infirmary each trying to do their part as Jayne lay, nearly unconscious, on the table.

#My days of taking you seriously full
Mmmm full frontal baby!Īuthor's Notes: Special thanks to Thug-4-Less whom I borrowed from Dayze for being my beta.
#My days of taking you seriously series
Also if I owned the series Adam Baldwin would be setting a new world record for actor with the most on screen nudity time.

Mood: blah Title: All these wasted years.ĭisclaimers: Angsty.
