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Erm... Time flies?  Also, I've lost my feel for inserting Chinese *sigh*  Ah well, figured y'all'd be glad to see it anyway, even before I go back to my pages of Chinese-in-Serenity and give myself a refresher.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Confirmation

The blinking light caught Book’s attention, and he crossed the room to glance down at the screen.  His brows rose slightly at the origin code, and he sat down and turned on the connection, hearing a crackle of static and then quiet.

“All well, Mal?  I wasn’t expecting to hear from you,” he said in greeting, giving the monitor a solid whack on its side, which made it flicker twice and then turn reluctantly on.  He gave a low whistle as the grim faces on the other side came into focus.  “What happened?” he asked, scenarios crossing through his mind.  The Alliance hadn’t caught up with them—if they had, they’d be dead.  River wasn’t in a spell—she was right there, grinning wickedly.  In fact, they were all there—although looking a bit the worse for wear.  All except—

“You been holdin’ out on us, Preacher,” Mal stated.

Far too experienced to bite the first hook in a fishing expedition, Book cocked his head slightly to one side and waited.

Demons, Book?” Mal demanded, voice cracking just a bit, so little he wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t trained to pay attention to every little thing.  “We’ve got demons all over the gorram ‘verse, and you never thought maybe that was worth mentionin’?”

Book flinched, just a little.  “Ah,” he murmured, relaxing just a bit.  “So the boy’s finally decided to talk a bit about that unusual upbringing of his, has he?  Is he okay?”  He’d be more worried but that they’d said demons rather than monsters and knew he knew.  That meant they’d talked to Xander, which strongly implied whatever it was they’d run into hadn’t killed him.

Mal stared ...
Posted: 2 Sep 14 19:09 • More • Comments
Just a teensy bit of crack written for a friend of mine, mostly because the upcoming movie looks awesome, but the title gives me the giggles.



Charles caught sight of a business man moving to get out of his seat and moved towards him.  "I'm sorry," he said politely.  "The captain has lit the fasten seatbelts placard and requested that everyone stay seated until we're past the turbulence.  As soon as it's safe, he'll turn it off again."

The man scowled and stood up anyway, glaring down at him.  "I paid six grand for this flight, and if I wanna use the goddamn bathroom, I'm gonna--"

Abruptly, the two halves of his seatbelt raised into the air, danced for a moment like cobras about to strike, and then wrapped around his waist and pulled him back into his seat, tightening far more than was likely comfortable.

"Wh--What--"

Charles turned to see what he knew he would, Erik with a hint of a sneer and one hand extended.  Exasperated, he moved to him.  "Erik--you know you shouldn't--"

"Protect him from himself?" Erik demanded.  "You're a fool for not simply forcing him to sit."

"Free will is important," Charles pointed out.  "Certainly, I could change his mind, but it would be wrong."

"Well, I didn't do anything to his free will," Erik stated.  "Just his freedom."

Charles sighed and shook his head, then glanced back at the man who was now sitting rigidly still, a shocked, frightened expression on his face, carefully not looking at them.  "Well.  He's not going to be flying with us anymore."
Posted: 16 May 11 18:38 • Comments
I had no intention of posting again this soon, actually. Not that I was planning to let it go another year or four, but ... wasn't quite expecting to post again yet. Which is to say: No promises that there's gonna be another anywhere near as soon--I have no expectation of making hugely fast progress any time soon, though if it happens it'd be cool :p Y'anyway.

Also--totally unedited.  Didn't even do a read through.  Sorry.  usually I do, but I'm tired.  Figured yall'd forgive me and I'd fix the mistakes at some point.

My first Jayne PoV, if I'm not mistaken. I think I have his voice too thick and need to tone it down a bit. Opinions?

And, really, this ought to be chapter ... 48 maybe?  Before Xander wakes up, at any rate.  But moving them around seemed ... complicated.

Chapter Fifty-Two
Cleaning


Jayne worked his mouth for a long moment, getting the juices flowing, then spat, his soft rag (formerly one of his favorite shirts, soft with years of use, in respect for the task) quickly mixing the spit into the toothpaste already on it and thinning it out a bit. He worked the glop onto the side of the axe head, caressing it, only gradually increasing his pressure, eyes sharp to make sure the toothpaste wasn’t too thick, wouldn’t scratch it. The time it took wasn’t so much a problem, time wasn’t a thing nobody on Serenity lacked, ‘cepting for when they were on a job, and what with them heading for the core again, that weren’t much of an issue.

Besides, he’d never once resented any time spent cleaning a weapon, and while maybe a couple weeks ago he would’ve called this little beauty a gewgaw rather’n a weapon, he knew better now. It weren’t for everything. He knew that much. He’d gone to sharpen it like one of his knives and nearly shit himself, swearing at how soft the metal was, he’da taken off half the blade if he hadn’t started out cautious. So he knew it weren’t about to...
Posted: 13 May 11 00:49 • More • Comments
This started out as a bit of a filler chapter, but it didn't, imo, wind up one, which doesn't really surprise me because I'm not entirely sure I believe in filler chapter. It started when I realized an obvious question they'd forgotten to ask in the last chapter, and went from there. Anyway, here's hoping I haven't lost the voice since last writing! I quite enjoyed writing it and hope y'all enjoy the reading.

Oh, too, in my entry a couple days ago I invited a handful of prompts two of which I have thus far responded two and might interest you.  One was Xander-River (Xander/River if you choose to read it that way--their age gap is a bit too much for me to be comfortable with unless they were both a decade or two older), and the other a Serenity (as in the ship) PoV piece.  Neither very long.  The third prompt is Xander/Vala (Stargate) which I haven't done yet, and two remain to be claimed as of the time of this writing.

But for now--on to what you come here for!


Chapter Fifty-One
Sedation and Other Options


Simon gently removed the needle and flicked his gaze to Xander’s face, where his eyes were already drooping closed. He quickly disposed of the needle, set aside the syringe for cleaning, and turned back to Xander again. His eyes were completely closed now, the lines of pain that had been marring his face fading with unconsciousness, and his breathing was slow and even.

“Ta ma de!” Mal suddenly erupted. “He didn’t come out an’ say who ‘Daddy’ was, why he was after us, or how the guay he got onto my boat! Or whether somethin’ else’s likely to come calling next!”

He’d spun around at the first shout, and now glanced warily at the others. Kaylee’s jaw was clenched and her arms folded across her stomach didn’t prevent her from shaking visibly. Simon took a step towards her, then stopped. Jayne was fingering that axe again, and the ...
Posted: 10 May 11 23:14 • More • Comments
(see?  I told you it wasn't abandoned...)

 

Chapter Fifty

 

“So magic keeps you from aging?” Wash asked.  “Are you just going to live forever?”

 

Xander shuddered, first at some inner reaction, then at the pain the shudder brought, and finally managed to shake his head infinitesimally.  “No, not like that,” he said.  “More like cryo.  I got poisoned, and my bestest buddy in the world, who was also the strongest witch in the world, rather than letting me die, figured if they had enough time they’d find a cure to the poison, and … stopped me.  Froze me in time.  Apparently people have been working on curing me ever since, even though they’d long since forgotten who I was.  I turned into a sort of science project for witches in training.  And then a few months back—someone got lucky.  Or skillful.  Or something.  And suddenly here I was waking up with everyone I knew or cared about dead and forgotten, my entire world gone missing with nobody even knowing where it was anymore, and everyone fluent in Chinese and Hillbilly.  Can you say culture shock?”

 

“That’s insane!  Cryo boxes weren’t even available—“

 

“It wasn’t a cryo box, just kind of like one,” Xander interrupted.  “I’ve had this argument already, haven’t I?” he added doubtfully.

 

Mal grunted.  “You said some nonsense back when you was first here ‘bout bein’ on ice without a box.  I don’t ‘member no nonsense about Earth-That-Was and five hundred years.”

 

“Yeah, well, same story but with more details.  Magic.  One sick friend dropped through time, and here I am.”  He looked around hopefully.  “So yeah, that’s pretty much it.  Drugs now?”

 

“That’s what you’ve got?” Mal demanded.  “Magic and fairies and demons a...
Posted: 18 Feb 10 00:06 • More • Comments
So um, hi guys!  *waves*  So--update at last!  It has been, as most of you know as well as or better than I, a long time--but hopefully I haven't lost it.

Enjoy!

 


Chapter Forty-Nine
The Part That's Hard to Believe



“He’s awake.”

 

Zoё nodded and rose, following her captain to the med bay, hearing Wash fall in behind her.  The others were already there.  The doc had hardly left since the whole thing happened, Kaylee had been perched on the bed next to Xander’s looking at him expectantly ever since dinner last night when Mal said he’d been awake, River was always wherever the excitement was, and Jayne was standing with his back to the wall, watching the man in the bed, carefully still so as not to reveal the axe still strapped to his back.  Zoё had to fight back a chuckle at the sight of him—his posture had never been better.

 

But her eyes quickly moved to the main attraction.  Xander looked like shit warmed over, truth to tell.  His bruises had had time to darken and swell despite Simon’s ministrations, his arms were swathed in thick bandages, the wrists in casts, the leg she’d shot was suspended in its own little hammock, and the only familiar things about him were his slightly unruly hair, his eyes, the one brown and the other weirdly yellow, and that faintly embarrassed smile at being the center of attention.

 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” she said, jutting her chin towards the injured leg.  She was.  She’d do it again if put in the same position of uncertain trust—but she was sorry, given as how it turned out she was right and he hadn’t been acting.

 

One of his shoulders moved in a suggestion of a shrug, and he offered her a wry smile.  “I figure it’s a sign of how much you trusted me that you didn’t shoot to kill.  So—thanks for that.”

 

Her eyes nar...
Posted: 6 Dec 07 22:48 • More • Comments
So one of my lovely readers asked if there was any hope for this year's NaNo, and the answer is, sadly, no. I'm doing an original fic this year, though you're welcome to take a look if you're interested. I still very much hope to continue Carving (albeit not before December), but I wasn't ready to dive in NaNo hard right now. In part because I'm spending about a third of the month with family, and I haven't been able to bring myself to admit to my fanfic fetish to them yet, and so it will be much easier to be compulsively writing for NaNo if it's not fanfiction.

Anyhow: Apologies. And I'm truly sorry for leaving it so long. I suck immensely. And every now and then I reread it and go Wow--this is really quite decent. Thus far it hasn't actually prompted me to start wirting again-but it will eventually, I promise.

In the meantime, if anyone's interested in my novel for this year, it's at my personal journal: http://versatiloquence.livejournal.com/ After the first segment (currently I'm at two), it's friendslocked for the reasons of copywrite issues that I mostly think totally unnecessary--but y'never know. Ask and ye shall be friended.

Basic concept: The foster care system was proved too faulty years ago, and they redid the whole thing, tore it up and put down a brand new program. Not perfect, but very, very different. The basic idea is that rather than paying people to take kids--people pay them. Although the official wording dances around it, the reality is that people rent children--want to take kids trick-or-treating, but don't have any? Rent one. Want a family vacation at the beach, but don't have a family? You can. Have an only child who desperately wants a little brother? Give him a chance. Now, while I could easily make this a horrifically bad idea, I'm being nice this story and am having huge checks in place to be sure the kids aren't abused in any way, and to keep everything on the up-and-up and to prevent many of the serio...
Posted: 2 Nov 07 21:08 • More • Comments
Merry Christmas, everyone! Even if you don't celebrate, hope you have a lovely day.

Avea
Posted: 25 Dec 06 09:25 • Comments
Hey guys,

Just wanted to let you know: If anyone is at any point looking for my BtVS/SERRAted Edge story Varieties of Undeath, grab it on FFN within the next week or so. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2629658/1/ Apparently Mercedes Lackey has a fanfiction policy that pretty much makes it not okay to even talk about her characters with your friends, so TTH requested that all stories including her stuff be removed. I obey and shall wait for a little while and then remove it from FFN as well.

I've lost a good deal of respect for Ms. Lackey over it (I think the policy both arrogant and paranoid, an unattractive combination), but it's her stuff and if she wants to take people's interest in the characters as theft and debasement rather than flattery and compliments, so be it.

Avea
Posted: 1 Dec 06 20:08 • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 061-Planet -> Renamed: Natural (2 wildcards remain)
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!

Chapter Notes: I am so tired I could cry. Instead, I'm gonna sleep. Wanted to get this to you guys first, though. Might have time to write tomorrow, but hard to say. My mother's out of surgery and doing well, still in the hosp. until (prob.) Weds. I'll probably not be going home till Thursday afternoon. And then Sunday, fyi (and unless soemthing goes wrong and my mother needs me longer) I'm off to Hawaii for Thanksgiving with my fahter and will not be online beyond minimal till a week from the following Monday. So a week and a day. Just trying to let you guys know what to expect over the next bit. STill hoping to complete Nano, but god knows at this point. Enjoy the chapter. It's the one I finished last night but didn't have time to post.

Thanks: thanks so much for hte support and well-wishes for my mother. She's doing well, and hopefully will be on her feet again before too long.

Carving Out a Future


Chapter Forty-Eight
It’s A Sorry ’Verse


Kaylee looked up sharply as Mal strolled into the dining room. “He woke up?” she demanded.

“A...
Posted: 13 Nov 06 20:58 • More • Comments
I'm a bad person! But I love my Azzy. So, actually, this more or less turned out fairly. :p I'm also kinda schizophrenic.

Avea

IllustrationDear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Sunday I turned Illustrationdreamfall_ff in for tearing the tag off a mattress (3 points). Last Thursday I gave Illustrationrachelmap a Dutch Oven (-10 points). In August I gave Illustrationazelmaroark a kidney (1000 points). Last Monday I committed genocide... Sorry about that, Illustrationdreamfall_ff (-5000 points). In June I punched Illustrationzeenell in the arm (-10 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-4017 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!

Sincerely,
dreamfall_nnwm

Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:

PS: I'm guessing a dutch oven means something other than a big cast iro...
Posted: 12 Nov 06 08:48 • More • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 019-Pain
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!

Chapter Notes: Still haven't decided the exact extent of Xander's injuries. I'll be sure and let you know when I have:p

Carving Out a Future


Chapter Forty-Seven
All But One


He hurt. A lot. More than he had since the day he’d been stabbed through the chest by a poisonous demon’s tail and frozen for five centuries by his best friend. Maybe not more than that, but definitely more than he’d hurt since then. The cold of being frozen would almost be a relief.

No,” he whispered urgently.

There were a murmur of voices, and then one, closer, speaking clearly. “What, Xander?”

“Not again,” he pleaded. “Please, please, please, not again.”

“Not what again, Xander? You have to tell me what you need, or I can’t help you.”

He shook his head. “Don’t do it, Wills. Wrong choice. Bad choice. Just let me go.”

“Don’t know any, Wills, Xander, but we aren’t plannin’ on letting you go anywhere. Sorry to disappoint,” a new voice took over.

The voice confused him, at once familiar and completely unrecognizable. It didn
Posted: 12 Nov 06 00:12 • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 068-Hero
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!


Carving Out a Future

Chapter Forty-Six
The Denial Thing

Simon came thrashing to awareness, his head pounding, his lungs screaming, and his first conscious thought, “River!”

“She’s fine, doc. Those drugs you gave her just kicked back in a little late, is all. She’s sleepin’ it off. How ‘bout you?”

The captain’s voice was disconcerting reassuring, and Simon looked first at River, appearing to rest comfortably on one of the other beds, and then at the captain. “What—What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

He tried, but all that was coming up was a nightmare of a monster like he hadn’t had since childhood. “I can’t….”

“Let me nudge your memory,” Mal said dryly. “Big thing, lots of elbows, said you killed its spawn?”

“That—That couldn’t be real.”

Mal shook his head. “I very much wish it wasn’t,” he said, “but if t’weren’t, we all had one amazing delusion together. Get the boy going and maybe we’ll hear something. ‘Till then, I’m all for going on with the denial thing, ‘cause I’m not sure how...
Posted: 11 Nov 06 20:23 • More • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 050-Devil
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!

Chapter Notes: I have mixed feelings about this one, but they're strongly based on my mixed feelings about the last one:p Whataya think, guys? Xander earned more faith than they gave him? Or were River's words damning enough to warrant a fast response, seeing as how they're in a bit of an awkward situation right now and are all feeling a bit freaked out. These last couple might need revision. Give me your thoughts, s'il vous plait.

Carving Out a Future

Chapter Forty-Five
Bouncing Bullets


It was big, that was Mal’s thought. Big and uglier than much of anything he’d ever seen before. Seven-and-a-half feet tall, bulky, covered in something that looked like it was maybe scaly and maybe leathery and maybe slimy and maybe a lot of other things he was pretty sure had never been meant to go together. Misshapen, with stubby legs and long arms that looked like they had a joint or two more than any reasonable person could want in there. And a face that was all round, sucking maw with rows and rows and rows of teeth and compound eyes and bony crags sticking out of its cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”...
Posted: 11 Nov 06 12:43 • More • Comments
I made some changes to the last couple changes. Nothing huge, but I leavened the suspicion a bit. End result's the same, but it gives a bit more sense that they aren't flat-out assuming Xander's totally guilty without any more proof. Take a look if you want and lemme know if it's better, worse, or about the same. As an added benefit, it gained me a couple hundred words.

Thanks all for the feedback about my concerns on that!

New word count: 11,692.

Off to write.

*waves*
Avea
Posted: 11 Nov 06 10:49 • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 094-Portal
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!

Chapter Notes: I have mixed feelings about this one, but they're strongly based on my mixed feelings about the last one:p Whataya think, guys? Xander earned more faith than they gave him? Or were River's words damning enough to warrant a fast response, seeing as how they're in a bit of an awkward situation right now and are all feeling a bit freaked out. These last couple might need revision. Give me your thoughts, s'il vous plait.

Carving Out a Future

Chapter Forty-Four
Pandora’s Box


Kaylee stood nervously to the side as Simon gently tried to remove his little sister from the cryo box so he could open it and get one of the embryos to examine. River was clinging to the thing, crooning her awful lullaby, refusing to let him near it and seeming more frantic by the minute.

“River, you have to let me into it,” Simon said, trying again. “We have to figure out what’s in there.”

“You can’t,” she said. “You can’t, you can’t, you can’t.”

“Mei-mei—“

The door above slammed open, and Kaylee looked up to see the captain coming back in, one hand tight on t...
Posted: 10 Nov 06 23:38 • More • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 021-Traitor
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!

Chapter Notes: Blah. This chapter really didn't want to be written, and I'm afraid it shows:p

Carving Out a Future

Chapter Forty-Three
Holding No Truck With Traitors


Chapter Forty-Two
Holding No Truck With Traitors

“What’s happening?”

Zoë looked up as Wash’s worried tone came through the intercom, and said quietly, “Focus on flying, dear, we have everything under control.”

“Okaaaay,” he said. Then, after a brief pause, “I don’t suppose you could tell me what, exactly, it is that we have under control?”

“River says someone’s coming for us,” Mal said shortly. “We’re hoping not to be found when that happens.” He hit the button to transmit to the whole ship, and added, “Doc, get to the cargo hold, and bring whatever you need to analyze these damn embryos.” Releasing the button he glanced around. “Guess there’s not much else to do now, but Zoë, Jayne, get weapons on. Don’t know that anyone’s like to find us in deep space—but it wouldn’t be the first time, and I don’t plan on lettin’ anyone get the drop on us again.”
...
Posted: 10 Nov 06 21:58 • Comments
I know, I know, I'm the one writing it, I should be the expert. But I'm not sure.

Has anyone noticed whether or not Serenity has any onboard video surveillance? IE-- can they watch the cargo bay from the bridge? It seems like they ought to be able to, but I just can't figure out whether or not they ever did and was hoping for a second opinion or, better yet, someone who flat out knows *laugh*

Lemme know,
Avea

PS: Soon is good, since it effects chapter 42:p
Posted: 10 Nov 06 19:02 • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 003-Prophecy
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!

Carving Out a Future

Chapter Forty-Two
Daddy's Coming


“Could somebody shut that gorram girl up?” Jayne demanded, sending another antagonized look at River, who was hovering over the cryo containers, crooning “Rockabye Baby” over and over.

“She’s not harmin’ nobody,” Kaylee said. “I think it’s sweet.”

“You would,” he muttered.

“I do.”

“What’s takin’ so long, that’s what I wanna know,” Mal stated, pacing the floor. “We sent word to the proper address. Contact was sposeta meet us here twenty minutes ago.”

“We didn’t receive confirmation, sir,” Zoë reminded him.

“We were told to name a time and place and he’d be there. Said they might not give a confirmation message. So they should be here.”

“Well, they ain’t,” Jayne pointed out.

“We noticed that, Jayne.”

“When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,” River’s voice threaded through the momentary lull in conversation, and Mal punched the intercom button.

“Wash. Look this guy up and get us a ...
Posted: 9 Nov 06 22:25 • More • Comments
Carving Out a Future
Written for: NaNoWriMo and TTH100: Xander/Firefly
TTH100 prompt: 077-Annoy
Rating: FR13/PG13
Disclaimer: I own neither Firefly nor BtVS.
Spoilers: Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and post-Objects in Space (and post the comic books, for that matter), but pre-Serenity for Firefly.

Author's Note: As always-- criticism rocks. I'm thrilled to hear you like my story-- I'd be even more thrilled to hear the little niggling things (or huge terrible things) that make it less than it could be. So, share! And yeah, this is nano again, so totally unedited. There will be nasty-ugly mistakes. Point them out. I'll fix them. Otherwise, I'll find them later myself and fix them without you. So there. Thanks!

This Chapter: Sorry this took a while. For some reason I'd get really into it for a few hundred words, and then it would blow up on me and I'd have nothing. It kinda stunk. Anyway, out now, and hopefully the next will come more easily.

Carving Out a Future

Gratitude and Irritation

Xander glanced up from the finished chair leg and looked over at the girl in the corner. She’d dropped from her usual position to curl up with her back against the wall, head pillowed on one arm, hair covering her face. He’d never seen her sleep before, not naturally. He’d seen her the times Simon had to sedate her, but, even then, she seemed troubled, jerking in her sleep and muttering phrases. Now, though, she looked … rather like a girl her age was supposed to look. Her forehead was smooth, her mouth slightly open, and her breathing steady and slow. Although she was curled up, it wasn’t into a protective ball, just loosely curled against the wall, combat boots one in front of the other like she was playing at walking heel-to-toe, the non-pillow arm out, fingers entangled in long, slim curls of wood.

She looked like a...
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