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Blackbird

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Summary: River always has a roundabout way of saying incredibly correct things.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Firefly > Non-BtVS/AtS StoriesStreetsofFireFR131191011,31021 Apr 0821 Apr 08Yes
Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise


-The Beatles


“Ill-equipped.”

Mal sighed and raised and eyebrow at his co-pilot, her heavy boots dangerously close to the controls. He’d just finished another knockdown, drag out yelling match with Inara via grainy comm link.

“Come again?”

“That’s the word you’re looking for. You have all the parts, but there’s no instruction manual. Without nails, wood is just wood.”

“You callin’ me lumber, little miss?” Mal flipped a few switches and fiddled with a few knobs, mostly just for show. They were on auto-pilot anyway.

“Worse is that you came all broken up already. Can’t even return it.”

“That so?”

“Yes.” River jumped up and danced her way across the cockpit. When they were just flying from A to B, it was hard to keep her still. The stars made her mighty stir-crazy. More often than not River’d wander away from the controls and go looking for something to do. “ Don’t listen to the Blackbird. He asks too much sometimes.”

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