A River Runs Through It
Title: A River Runs Through It
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. Isn't that wonderful? I adore Joss.
Prompt: 71 - River - at
Andrew nearly jumped out of his skin. Quiet voice, right behind him. Back home, where things were normal, that wasn't a good thing. Here, where things were nowhere close to being normal, he was pretty sure it still wasn't a good thing. Still, he recognized the person behind him when he actually had the nerve to turn and look, fearful anyway that it would be a psycho killer.
Turns out, it sort of was a psycho killer, given what he'd heard about the girl in question.
"H-hi," he stammered to River.
She cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowing at him. "You tremble."
"No I don't," he defended himself automatically. Except, yes, he was trembling. It was only that Kaylee had told him some stories about River during the last week and a half he'd been on the ship and he had to admit - they were pretty scary stories. She was a trained killer, with all sorts of weird programming going on in her head.
Oh, and she was just a little crazy, to top it all off.
Sort of reminded him of Faith. A little. Except Faith was crazy in a completely makes-sense kind of way and River... wasn't. River was completely loony.
She was very pretty, though. Dainty and wispy.
In that dangerous trained killer kind of way.
"Your thoughts make my head hurt," she whispered. "Stop thinking so loudly."
"Better," River smiled at him. "I want to dance under your moon and play with your warrior-girls."
"The slayers?" Andrew questions. "They don't play...not really."
"But they do," she smiled serenely. "With blood and tears, they play the play of the ages."
See - creepy, just like Kaylee had said. No, she hadn't said 'creepy' - Kaylee was too nice to say something like that. But she'd warned him just the same and those warnings translated to creepy in his head.
"But you like me anyway," she shrugged, before turning and wandering off just as quickly and silently as she'd come. It was sort of like watching something graceful - like a bird or a leaf - move.
Yeah, he sort of did like her, he decided. And he'd always sort of liked the creepy girls - like some of the slayers they'd come across. At least she didn't think he was weird like Jayne and the Captain did.
Probably because she was weirder.
"Am not," her voice floated back through the hall, followed by a giggle.
That mind reading thing was just...wrong.