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This story is No. 2 in the series "Woebegotten Son". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander and his son begin the search for answers.

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Firefly > Xander-CenteredElvenBookwyrmFR1354,16201617,76829 Jan 0927 Feb 09Yes


Disclaimer: I am not, nor will I ever be, Joss Whedon, Universal, Fox Network, the WB, or anyone else with a stake in either Firefly or BtvS. I do, however, own the plot.


River wandered into Serenity’s cockpit and sat down in the pilot’s seat. She looked down at the displays and noticed that the dinosaurs were out of order.

“I’d forgotten how beautiful they are.”

River started. There was someone in here with her! And she hadn’t known it! She looked around and her eyes landed on Xander, who was sitting on the floor and looking out at the black. He continued talking as her heart-rate returned to baseline. “The stars, I mean. It’s been so long since I saw them. Thirty-five years long. You know, even in the fake memories they tried to give me, it was always daytime. Did you ever notice that? It was one of the reasons I knew they were fake.”

“Stars are the same as the sun. Gaseous matter ignited, giving off heat and light.”

“That’s what they’re made of, sure, but not what they are. You can’t just look at what things do. You also have to look at what they mean.”

“Just an object,” River said, remembering. “Doesn’t mean-”

“Objects always mean,” Xander said. “They don’t always mean what you think they mean, but to somebody, somewhere, they always mean something.”

River stopped her other trains of thought to focus on that. It took a lot of willpower, and she couldn’t hold it for long, but it was enough. “Everything has meaning. You just have to look at it from the right person’s eyes.”

“Right,” Xander said. “Or from your eyes, only sideways. Or backwards, or upside down, or inside out, or any combination of the above. It’s just a matter of perspective.” He paused. “What are you doing up at this hour of the night, anyway?”

River calculated the probabilities of an acceptable response to each of the possible answers she could give. The given information was insufficient. She eventually decided on telling the truth. “Need to send a wave,” she said. “Need to send it while it’s quiet, so I can think well enough to say what I mean to.”

“Do you need me to go? I mean, is it a private wave?”

River nodded but, noticing his longing glances at the stars, told him, “If you lie on the table, you can see the black just as well as if you were here.”

“Thanks, River,” said Xander with a grin. “You’ll tell me when you’re done, right?”

“I will.”


“He needs to learn the prophecy, end to end.”

“That’s true, but who can we get to expose it to him in the first place? The preacher would have been the best option, but…”

“You didn’t know. You couldn’t have known. They wouldn’t have let you know.”

“Thank you. That doesn’t change things, but thank you nonetheless.”

“The only other option is your dancer.”

“I’ll do what I can to convince her, but I’m not sure she’ll go for it. She… certainly has a mind of her own.”

“She will come. We just need to discover where she will be coming to.”

“And therein lies the difficulty. I know you have the ability to read minds...”

“Not if she doesn’t want me to, and even then it’s like looking for a needle in a whirlwind.”

“I understand. You... you won’t...”

“I won’t tell if you don’t. I’ll see you soon.”

“Goodbye, little girl.”
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