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cmk418It's a wee bit late, but at least it's still December where I am.
One story written for the prompts of:
Firefly, Mal/Simon. Simon reminisces about the yummy foods his family used to have for Christmas dinner.
Firefly, River. River overhears part of Mal & Simon's conversation and takes her own trip down (Christmas) memory lane.
Hope you enjoy it!
Simon and Mal walked through the bustling marketplace. “Seems a mite busy for an ordinary day out her on the Rim,” stated Mal.
“It’s for the festival.”
Mal looked around. It did appear to be more of a celebration at a second glance. “Festival of what? And when did you get so versed in the ways of Rim-folk?”
Simon rolled his eyes. Mal was always trying to show the differences in their upbringing. Many days he ignored it, but right now it was getting on his nerves. “Surely you’ve celebrated Christmas once in your life.”
“Time or two. Can’t say I cotton to the religious nonsense.”
Simon laughed. “You sound like my father, although I don’t believe he ever used the word ‘cotton’ to refer to anything other than fabric.”
“Not much in the way of decorating here. So, what tipped you off?”
“The goose.”
“Come again? Thought Core folk could have all the fancy dead birds they wanted. At any time of year.”
Simon sighed. He’d never have any chance with Mal if the older man couldn’t see past the man that Simon used to be. Simon had been part of this crew, had fought at the Captain’s side, had seen the worst and the best that the ‘Verse had to offer. It had changed him.
“Doc?”
“Ah yes, the goose. As I alluded, my father would have little to do with Christmas, but our cook had other ideas. On Christmas Day, she would set out a dinner with the traditional foodstuffs – goose, yams dripping with a marshmallow glaze, fresh citrus fruits…”
“…Pineapple,” thought River, trailing behind them. A memory came to her. Memories of the Academy were less frequent since Miranda, but this was as strong as the imagined scent of fresh pineapple.
“Very good,” said the professor. “You had pineapple on Osiris?”
“Imported. Yearly. At Christmas. Simon’s coming home. He always spends Christmas with me.”
“He isn’t coming. It’s not Christmas.”
“But…” River became more agitated. “He has to.”
“Simon’s not coming for you. He’s forgotten you. Simon is never coming.”
“Simon!”
Simon’s voice broke through her thoughts as he crouched in front of her, brushing her hair away from her face. “Mei-mei, what is it?”
River blinked. The realization of where she was hit her. She caught her breath and a smile slowly lit up her face. “Simon,” she whispered. “It’s Christmas.”
Simon hugged her tightly to him. “Yes, it is. Happy Christmas, mei-mei.”
“Happy Christmas, Simon.”
One story written for the prompts of:
Firefly, Mal/Simon. Simon reminisces about the yummy foods his family used to have for Christmas dinner.
Firefly, River. River overhears part of Mal & Simon's conversation and takes her own trip down (Christmas) memory lane.
Hope you enjoy it!
Simon and Mal walked through the bustling marketplace. “Seems a mite busy for an ordinary day out her on the Rim,” stated Mal.
“It’s for the festival.”
Mal looked around. It did appear to be more of a celebration at a second glance. “Festival of what? And when did you get so versed in the ways of Rim-folk?”
Simon rolled his eyes. Mal was always trying to show the differences in their upbringing. Many days he ignored it, but right now it was getting on his nerves. “Surely you’ve celebrated Christmas once in your life.”
“Time or two. Can’t say I cotton to the religious nonsense.”
Simon laughed. “You sound like my father, although I don’t believe he ever used the word ‘cotton’ to refer to anything other than fabric.”
“Not much in the way of decorating here. So, what tipped you off?”
“The goose.”
“Come again? Thought Core folk could have all the fancy dead birds they wanted. At any time of year.”
Simon sighed. He’d never have any chance with Mal if the older man couldn’t see past the man that Simon used to be. Simon had been part of this crew, had fought at the Captain’s side, had seen the worst and the best that the ‘Verse had to offer. It had changed him.
“Doc?”
“Ah yes, the goose. As I alluded, my father would have little to do with Christmas, but our cook had other ideas. On Christmas Day, she would set out a dinner with the traditional foodstuffs – goose, yams dripping with a marshmallow glaze, fresh citrus fruits…”
“…Pineapple,” thought River, trailing behind them. A memory came to her. Memories of the Academy were less frequent since Miranda, but this was as strong as the imagined scent of fresh pineapple.
“Very good,” said the professor. “You had pineapple on Osiris?”
“Imported. Yearly. At Christmas. Simon’s coming home. He always spends Christmas with me.”
“He isn’t coming. It’s not Christmas.”
“But…” River became more agitated. “He has to.”
“Simon’s not coming for you. He’s forgotten you. Simon is never coming.”
“Simon!”
Simon’s voice broke through her thoughts as he crouched in front of her, brushing her hair away from her face. “Mei-mei, what is it?”
River blinked. The realization of where she was hit her. She caught her breath and a smile slowly lit up her face. “Simon,” she whispered. “It’s Christmas.”
Simon hugged her tightly to him. “Yes, it is. Happy Christmas, mei-mei.”
“Happy Christmas, Simon.”
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Date: 2009-01-08 05:28 am (UTC)I like how you combined the two prompts. I like how you highlighted Mal's 'attitude'. I don't think he's trying to be a snob, but ironically... Perhaps Mal protests too much... don't worry, Simon... *g* (Of course Simon is smart enough to know this about Mal.)
I like how you introduced River into this, and I thought her characterization was excellent, esp. for a short piece. Very Christmassy. Thank you for it. :)
PS - I haven't forgotten the Ryan/Mal prompt you gave me - it's fermenting. Heh.
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Date: 2009-01-08 08:42 am (UTC)That is, if you've finished watching Angel. If not, save it for later. :)
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Date: 2009-01-08 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-08 05:12 pm (UTC)Mal is very lucky that Simon is patient because it's going to take some time for that to happen.
I prompted Ryan/Mal? Really? That would be interesting.