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Title: Spatial Harmonies, 4 / 10
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing(s): implied Mal/Inara; Mal/River; Jayne/Unknown
Rating: PG. Possibly PG-13 for implications
Word Count: 1, 273
Songs: Lips of an Angel – Hinder; Your Song – Elton John



No sooner had Mal burst out into the hall than he found himself with an arm full of scared little girl. From the general size, weight, and mess of hair, he determined that it was River in his arms. He sighed weakly, forcing some rather inappropriate thoughts out of his head, and then heard the soft sounds of song ringing out around him. He glared around, attempting to ignore them, and pulled River’s head away from his chest to look into her eyes.

“Honey why you calling on me so late?
It’s kind of hard to talk right now.”


Inwardly, he glared because he noticed that he was singing again (third time today!). But outwardly, he noticed the tear streak running down River’s face, and immediately felt all sorts of concern for the little one.

“Honey why you crying is everything thing okay?
I’ve gotta whisper ‘cause I can’t be too loud.”


River gave him a funny look of confusion. Mal sighed, leading her away from Inara’s shuttle and towards the galley.

“Well, my girl’s in the next room
sometimes I wish she was you.
I guess we never really moved on...”


River looked up at him with a small smile, her head resting in the V of his neck. She murmured his name lightly, and Mal felt a grin rising to his face, as he burst into song again.

“It’s really good to hear your voice, sayin’ my name
it sounds so sweet.
Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words
It makes me weak...”


He glanced over his shoulder, towards Inara’s shuttle, as if just remembering her. The familiar feelings of lust and love overtook him, and he felt a lump rise in his throat.

“And I never want to say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful...with the lips of an angel.”


River ran her fingers over Mal’s chest. The captain couldn’t tell if she was being romantic, or just pleased to finally feel safe again. He could tell that she’d had a rough night. He took her arm, and led her over to the galley, where he sat her down on a chair and checked her over for cuts and scrapes.

“It’s funny that you’re calling on me tonight.”

River gave him a smirking look, closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder. Mal chuckled.

“And yes I dreamt of you to.”

River’s eyes suddenly opened, and she looked fearfully left, right and down the hall. Mal responded quickly.

“Does he know you’re talking to me? Will it start a fight?”

River shook her head nervously. Then, she paused, her hand reaching up to gently caress his cheek where Inara had struck him. He imagined it was likely starting to become bruised. River withdrew her hand as if the bruise had burned her, gazing at Mal with a look that clearly asked, “Was it my fault?”

Mal shook his head. “No I don’t think she has a clue.

“Well, my girls in the next room
sometimes I wish she was you.
I guess we never really moved on...
It’s really good to hear your voice, sayin’ my name
it sounds so sweet.
Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words
It makes me weak...
And I never want to say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful...with the lips of an angel.”


River suddenly stopped him, breaking him off mid song by pressing her lips against his passionately. The music rose to its climax, wailing and responding to the beat of their hearts, which were pounding heavily in their chests. Mal felt himself melt into the girl, who was no doubt desirable. Then, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. His song continued.

“It’s really good to hear your voice, sayin’ my name
it sounds so sweet.
Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words
It makes me weak...
And I never want to say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful...with the lips of an angel.”

Mal held the note for a moment, before coming back with, “I, never want to say goodbye,
but girl you make it hard to be faithful...”


Mal paused, looking deep into River’s eyes. She smiled sadly up at him.

“With the lips of an angel.”

River tapped Mal gently on the nose. Suddenly, as if realizing what he was doing, Mal pushed away from River, turning his back on her and starting to walk away.

“Honey why you calling on me, so late?”

River stood up in confusion, her eyes still bloodshot from her cry after Simon’s song. “Mal?” she whispered.

“Just go River,” Mal said sharply. “Nothing’s changed. We’re still...”

Mal could feel River’s eyes burning into the back of his head, and he tried not to think about anything incriminating, unsuccessfully. River stormed away from him angrily. Mal sighed.

It’s for her own good, he thought to himself guiltily. I hope she understands that.

---

River stormed through Serenity, absolutely furious that everything seemed to be coming out in these waves of torment today. The music had started out so happily...but everything had gone so wrong from there. It was all the fault of the Puppet Master, River knew. She just needed a quiet place to clear her head and process what to do next.

She found a small little staircase to sit, and just think about what the next move should be. As the only one who had actually seen the demon, River decided to take upon herself to be the one to vanquish him. But as she stood there, soft guitar music wafted down to her. Curious, as always, River abandoned her quest to save Serenity from the music, and followed the gentle guitar strums, attempting to make out the words.

“It’s a little bit funny
this feeling inside
I’m not one of those, who can
easily hide
I don’t have much money...
but boy, if I did...
I’d buy a big house, where
we both could live.”


River was fascinated by the words, and the soft melodic voice that was singing them. The closer she got to the song, the louder it became. The voice rang with such familiarity, yet she couldn’t quiet place it...

“Well excuse me forgetting
but these things I do
you see, I’ve forgotten if they’re
green or if they’re blue.
Anyway the thing is
what I really mean
yours are the sweetest eyes
I’ve ever seen.”


River turned a corner into the small lounge on the ship, and a strange sight met her eyes. Her mouth fell open in shock, and she was not about to close it any time soon. Jayne sat in one of the comfier chairs, gently strumming a guitar, and singing out with such longing and deep affection that it nearly broke River’s heart.

“And you can tell everybody
this is your song.
It may be quite simple but
now that it’s done.
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
that I put down in words
how wonderful life is
now you’re in the world.”


Jayne glanced up suddenly, and stopped strumming, glaring at River as if she were intruding on something private (which she supposed she was).

“What you lookin’ at?” he snapped irritably, putting the guitar down sharply and standing up. “Well?”

River scurried away quickly, not wanting to get in Jayne’s way now that he was in a bad mood. Though, as an afterthought, she realized that she had skirted away too quickly. She had forgotten to see who Jayne was singing to.

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