Title: Civilized Conversations
Author: Kara B.
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG-13
Written for:
foodsthatcanSpoilers: Post-Serenity
Summary: Simon/Inara
Note: I apologize for the lateness of the posting. I actually had the fic written early but I've been in the process of a job search and trying to move... It's been quite crazy.
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Inara ran the washcloth over her shoulder, closing her eyes and relaxing, attempting to center herself. The last few weeks had been anything but stress free. Two members of the crew were dead, most of the rest had nearly died in the ensuing mess. And after all that, she could have gone back to the temple… back to a so-called “normal” life. They loved her there… The girls she taught adored her and constantly sang her praises on how much she had taught them. Normal, however, had never appealed to her. Routine was boring, unexciting, and well… routine for lack of a better word. It was the same – day in and day out. This ship… Serenity, was everything she’d been looking for all her life… it was everything she desired… excitement, adventure, uncertainty. Not to mention Malcolm Reynolds and what he was… or rather could be… maybe.
Yes, it was true that she could have been house priestess by now… she could be a great leader and representative of the companion life. She could live in luxury and fly out on any number of cruise ships to service clients who were the most filthy rich of the rich. Like Nandi, she’d realized long ago the same things. The only difference was that she’d not yet felt compelled to actually leave the guild though on some days that thought did seem appealing. On the last mission they had all lost a lot but had also gained quite a bit too. She’d fought alongside the crew… as though there were no difference in their status and to the Reavers, she supposed there really wasn’t.
Inara was so lost in her own thoughts that she almost failed to hear the knock at her door, which startled her from her reverie. “It’s unlocked,” she called, pulling her covering back on as she answered. “You don’t usually bother to knock,” she observed, smiling as she turned, expecting to see Mal standing there. “Simon,” she said, surprised to see the young doctor standing there instead. “I’m sorry. Please come in. I didn’t expect to see you.”
“I’m sorry if I came at a bad time...” he started. “I could come back…”
“Not at all doctor. I was just freshening up.”
They stood there for a long moment, simply staring. Neither really knew what to say. Much had taken place… much had passed. “How are you?” Simon finally said, forcing himself to speak first.
“I am… adjusting.” Inara paused. “How are you? And how is your sister?”
“She’s better… I think,” Simon replied.
“With your help, I’m sure she’ll continue to improve,” Inara responded. “She’s a good pilot.”
“Yeah…” Simon hated to admit that Mal had a good point or had done a good thing but he had been right about River taking part and being a part of the crew, especially after losing Wash. “Thank you. For everything.”
“I only wish I could do more to help you both Doctor.”
Just then the door flew open again to reveal the Captain standing there. Of course he didn’t knock. Mentally, Inara rolled her eyes at his mannerisms. He looked surprised to see the doctor. “I trust I’m not interrupting something.”
“Only a civilized conversation,” Inara retorted, standing.
Mal snorted at her response. “We’ll be landing planet side shortly in case you had loose ends to wrap up before beginning business.”
“Thank you Captain.”
Mal spared a glance at each before turning to leave.
“If you need anything Doctor, please let me know what I can do to help you or your sister. I best be getting ready.”
Simon looked uncomfortable again, something pretty typical for the doctor. He nodded. “Thank you again.”
“My pleasure.”
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