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firefly_fanficI wrote this a month ago and only posted it in one community - I didn't think to look for more!
Title: Any Other Day
Author: Angelite
Summery: Just before he breaks River out, Simon visits a bar and runs into someone he won't (and can't) forget.
Rating: PG-13, maybe an R for the slashyness
Characters/Pairing: Mal/Simon
Timeline/Spoilers: Set before and during the Serenity Pilot
Disclaimer: Tragically, I am not creative enough to own these characters, I’m just borrowing them.
Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfic and I kinda like it. Although I'm not sure I really got a handle on the characters. We'll see...
He could do nothing that night, he reasoned with himself. Seb and Caulder told him that they’d be ready for him tomorrow morning, waiting for his signal to let them know he’d gotton River out. So for now, he should go out, find a way to relax. Live a little – he might not survive the escape.
He heard about this bar during his studying but had never felt the confidence to visit it before. Knowing this might be his last night in the ‘verse had given him a strange feeling – recklessness combined with an aching. He stared in the doorway uneasily and thought about turning back.
Now or never.
He strolled into the bar and instantly spotted who he wanted to meet. The man sat up at the bar had an air about him. He was alone, drinking steadily and not paying attention to anyone around him. Simon knew that on any other day, he’d shy away from a man like this, but tonight was different. He felt drawn to him.
“Buy me a drink?” He leaned against the bar and tried to act self-assured, as if he’d done this a thousand times, but as the man turned to him, he lost it. He was breathtaking. Literally. “I mean… would you like to…” He turned into the stuttering idiot he had been as a teenager.
The stranger turned back to the bar and raised an eyebrow at the barman - a drink appeared in front of Simon almost immediately.
“So… what’s your name?” Simon took a gulp of whatever it was in the glass and tried not to gag. He feared he was losing face in front of this man.
“What’s yours?”
“Me? Oh, I’m…” he paused, remembering Seb’s earlier advice of staying anonymous. “Daniel. Daniel… River.” The man didn’t respond, but he clearly knew this was a lie. Simon was even more turned on when he realised he didn’t care.
Pain crept out of this man, out of every pore. Simon had treated war veterans before – they all gave off the same feeling of desperation and heartbreak. “Were you a soldier?”
“Always” Simon willed him to look up, needing to look into his steel blue eyes again but he remained staring into his drink.
“What… what side did you fight on?”
The man slammed his drink down onto the counter and looked up, gaving Simon the stare he desired. He finally got a good look at those mesmerising eyes.
“I know you didn’t come here for political chit chat boy so why don’t we just get down to it. You want me”.
Now that was the confidence Simon had aimed for. He felt dizzy. Blood rushed in his head and his stomach flipped.
“I… I didn’t…”
The man stood, towering above Simon. He leant in close, inches away from his mouth. Despite being a doctor and knowing it was impossible, Simon felt like he was about to pass out from lust.
“I felt your eyes on me the minute you walked in. I can feel it from you now. You don’t hide it at all well.” He glances down to Simon’s mouth. “I have a shuttle. We go now, no questions. Ain’t no need for talkin’. I figure we both need a release tonight.”
“OK”. Simon’s voice was barely a whisper. He could feel the man’s breath on his lips and he subconsciously ran his tongue over them as if to taste him. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming and he couldn’t wait to get out of this bar, back to this stranger’s shuttle.
The man motioned for the door, just as eager to get back to the shuttle. He leaned down and picked up his brown coat from the stool next to him before following Simon out of the bar.
****
Mal walked over to Kaylee who was welcoming a passenger on board. This had not been his best day ever. Patience was the only way to go now Badger had pulled out on his end of the bargain and Mal knew that Zoë and Jayne would be on at him straight away.
“We just gotta keep our heads down, do the job, pray there ain't no more surprises.”
Wash pulled the cargo passed him into Serenity to reveal Daniel standing behind it. Mal looked him up and down – it was him, only with smarter clothes and how comes Kaylee was calling him Simon? He felt those eyes on him again and his mind took him back to that night. He remembered those hands, that mouth, that tongue and if they didn’t have an audience, he would have jumped him there and then.
‘Daniel’ was playing it cool, acting as if this was the first time they’d met but Mal knew he was feeling the same way. How could he not. But this was neither the time or the place – his crew didn’t know about his nights away from the ship and he wanted to keep it that way. He quickly walked into the cargo bay to try and escape the sensation that flooded his body. He knew the younger man would follow him and quickly engaged Zoë in conversation before disappearing to the bridge to hide.
Mal got caught up in the job and avoided the looks he received from Simon over the dinner table. Part of him was desperate to replay that night and he sensed the same from Simon. He loved the unspoken rule they seemed to have agreed on and was satisfied with knowing they’d talk it through later.
****
He’d been set up. As soon as Wash called him up to the bridge he knew Simon Tam was a fed. Hell, he wondered if Simon was his real name. Shame, the boy was the best he’d had and Mal hated to feel like he’d been duped.
“Forget your toothpaste?” He took the boy by surprise down in the cargo hold and hit him as hard as he could. It wasn’t the sort of contact he was hoping for from him that night. He fell to the floor clutching his face.
“Are you out of your mind?” Very nearly, he thought.
As he pulled his gun on Simon, he thought back to that night and felt safe in the knowledge that he hadn’t given anything away. He’d barely said a word – maybe the occasional “harder” and even a “faster” or two. But nothing the alliance would be interested in.
“Hate to say it, Captain, but you've got the wrong man.” They both look behind them to the Shepherd, and then in front to the third passenger. As the truth came out, he felt relief and debated about whether to turn Simon over – what was more important? The possible reward or his libido. But there was soon no time to think about either as the shouting ended with the Fed shooting Kaylee.
****
Simon had never known such a day. After standing up to Mal, almost shooting a Fed and worrying about River, he was just about to drop. But there was one last thing he had to do.
The time he’d spent on Serenity was filled with anticipation – it was obvious Mal didn’t want his crew knowing about his private life but Simon was just waiting for that personal chat Mal had promised him. He listened out for everyone going to bed and casually made his way up to the front of the ship. He expected the captain to be in his quarters but saw he was in the bridge with Jayne. He thought about slipping back to his room but it seemed as though Jayne was almost done.
Now or never.
Jayne pushed past him and left Mal and Simon alone. Simon watched the big man leave and waited until he was back in his quarters. His mind wandered for a split second – what if he’d been in the bar that night?
His adventures that day gave him the confidence to speak to the captain that he lacked that night in the bar, but he still had an air of nervousness about him. He swallowed before speaking.
“You need me to look at that?”
The captain looked over at Simon as he spoke, hating himself for scarring the boy’s pretty lips, before looking down at his arm. “Just a graze”
Simon went from preparing himself to be dumped to apparently accepting an invitation to stay on board. He was confused – no, wait, maybe Mal was confused – but for he now needed to work out where he stood. Would they ever get to recreate that night or was it a one time only offer?
“We’re still flyin’” He had a strange notion of what made a good day, but there was something in Mal’s smile that made Simon trust him. And that caused a stirring in his crotch. He hoped maybe the day wasn’t over yet.
“That’s not much” Simon waited for Mal to turn back to him but he stayed looking out at the stars.
“It’s enough”. Their conversation over, Simon walked away. Something made him stop and look back.
Without turning around, Mal said, “I can still feel those eyes boy”
Simon smiled.
“Not tonight. But, maybe one day, there’ll be a need for you to play that other character you played so well” Mal said as he flicked a few switches, signalling for Simon to leave.
“Sweet dreams, Daniel”
Title: Any Other Day
Author: Angelite
Summery: Just before he breaks River out, Simon visits a bar and runs into someone he won't (and can't) forget.
Rating: PG-13, maybe an R for the slashyness
Characters/Pairing: Mal/Simon
Timeline/Spoilers: Set before and during the Serenity Pilot
Disclaimer: Tragically, I am not creative enough to own these characters, I’m just borrowing them.
Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfic and I kinda like it. Although I'm not sure I really got a handle on the characters. We'll see...
He could do nothing that night, he reasoned with himself. Seb and Caulder told him that they’d be ready for him tomorrow morning, waiting for his signal to let them know he’d gotton River out. So for now, he should go out, find a way to relax. Live a little – he might not survive the escape.
He heard about this bar during his studying but had never felt the confidence to visit it before. Knowing this might be his last night in the ‘verse had given him a strange feeling – recklessness combined with an aching. He stared in the doorway uneasily and thought about turning back.
Now or never.
He strolled into the bar and instantly spotted who he wanted to meet. The man sat up at the bar had an air about him. He was alone, drinking steadily and not paying attention to anyone around him. Simon knew that on any other day, he’d shy away from a man like this, but tonight was different. He felt drawn to him.
“Buy me a drink?” He leaned against the bar and tried to act self-assured, as if he’d done this a thousand times, but as the man turned to him, he lost it. He was breathtaking. Literally. “I mean… would you like to…” He turned into the stuttering idiot he had been as a teenager.
The stranger turned back to the bar and raised an eyebrow at the barman - a drink appeared in front of Simon almost immediately.
“So… what’s your name?” Simon took a gulp of whatever it was in the glass and tried not to gag. He feared he was losing face in front of this man.
“What’s yours?”
“Me? Oh, I’m…” he paused, remembering Seb’s earlier advice of staying anonymous. “Daniel. Daniel… River.” The man didn’t respond, but he clearly knew this was a lie. Simon was even more turned on when he realised he didn’t care.
Pain crept out of this man, out of every pore. Simon had treated war veterans before – they all gave off the same feeling of desperation and heartbreak. “Were you a soldier?”
“Always” Simon willed him to look up, needing to look into his steel blue eyes again but he remained staring into his drink.
“What… what side did you fight on?”
The man slammed his drink down onto the counter and looked up, gaving Simon the stare he desired. He finally got a good look at those mesmerising eyes.
“I know you didn’t come here for political chit chat boy so why don’t we just get down to it. You want me”.
Now that was the confidence Simon had aimed for. He felt dizzy. Blood rushed in his head and his stomach flipped.
“I… I didn’t…”
The man stood, towering above Simon. He leant in close, inches away from his mouth. Despite being a doctor and knowing it was impossible, Simon felt like he was about to pass out from lust.
“I felt your eyes on me the minute you walked in. I can feel it from you now. You don’t hide it at all well.” He glances down to Simon’s mouth. “I have a shuttle. We go now, no questions. Ain’t no need for talkin’. I figure we both need a release tonight.”
“OK”. Simon’s voice was barely a whisper. He could feel the man’s breath on his lips and he subconsciously ran his tongue over them as if to taste him. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming and he couldn’t wait to get out of this bar, back to this stranger’s shuttle.
The man motioned for the door, just as eager to get back to the shuttle. He leaned down and picked up his brown coat from the stool next to him before following Simon out of the bar.
Mal walked over to Kaylee who was welcoming a passenger on board. This had not been his best day ever. Patience was the only way to go now Badger had pulled out on his end of the bargain and Mal knew that Zoë and Jayne would be on at him straight away.
“We just gotta keep our heads down, do the job, pray there ain't no more surprises.”
Wash pulled the cargo passed him into Serenity to reveal Daniel standing behind it. Mal looked him up and down – it was him, only with smarter clothes and how comes Kaylee was calling him Simon? He felt those eyes on him again and his mind took him back to that night. He remembered those hands, that mouth, that tongue and if they didn’t have an audience, he would have jumped him there and then.
‘Daniel’ was playing it cool, acting as if this was the first time they’d met but Mal knew he was feeling the same way. How could he not. But this was neither the time or the place – his crew didn’t know about his nights away from the ship and he wanted to keep it that way. He quickly walked into the cargo bay to try and escape the sensation that flooded his body. He knew the younger man would follow him and quickly engaged Zoë in conversation before disappearing to the bridge to hide.
Mal got caught up in the job and avoided the looks he received from Simon over the dinner table. Part of him was desperate to replay that night and he sensed the same from Simon. He loved the unspoken rule they seemed to have agreed on and was satisfied with knowing they’d talk it through later.
He’d been set up. As soon as Wash called him up to the bridge he knew Simon Tam was a fed. Hell, he wondered if Simon was his real name. Shame, the boy was the best he’d had and Mal hated to feel like he’d been duped.
“Forget your toothpaste?” He took the boy by surprise down in the cargo hold and hit him as hard as he could. It wasn’t the sort of contact he was hoping for from him that night. He fell to the floor clutching his face.
“Are you out of your mind?” Very nearly, he thought.
As he pulled his gun on Simon, he thought back to that night and felt safe in the knowledge that he hadn’t given anything away. He’d barely said a word – maybe the occasional “harder” and even a “faster” or two. But nothing the alliance would be interested in.
“Hate to say it, Captain, but you've got the wrong man.” They both look behind them to the Shepherd, and then in front to the third passenger. As the truth came out, he felt relief and debated about whether to turn Simon over – what was more important? The possible reward or his libido. But there was soon no time to think about either as the shouting ended with the Fed shooting Kaylee.
Simon had never known such a day. After standing up to Mal, almost shooting a Fed and worrying about River, he was just about to drop. But there was one last thing he had to do.
The time he’d spent on Serenity was filled with anticipation – it was obvious Mal didn’t want his crew knowing about his private life but Simon was just waiting for that personal chat Mal had promised him. He listened out for everyone going to bed and casually made his way up to the front of the ship. He expected the captain to be in his quarters but saw he was in the bridge with Jayne. He thought about slipping back to his room but it seemed as though Jayne was almost done.
Now or never.
Jayne pushed past him and left Mal and Simon alone. Simon watched the big man leave and waited until he was back in his quarters. His mind wandered for a split second – what if he’d been in the bar that night?
His adventures that day gave him the confidence to speak to the captain that he lacked that night in the bar, but he still had an air of nervousness about him. He swallowed before speaking.
“You need me to look at that?”
The captain looked over at Simon as he spoke, hating himself for scarring the boy’s pretty lips, before looking down at his arm. “Just a graze”
Simon went from preparing himself to be dumped to apparently accepting an invitation to stay on board. He was confused – no, wait, maybe Mal was confused – but for he now needed to work out where he stood. Would they ever get to recreate that night or was it a one time only offer?
“We’re still flyin’” He had a strange notion of what made a good day, but there was something in Mal’s smile that made Simon trust him. And that caused a stirring in his crotch. He hoped maybe the day wasn’t over yet.
“That’s not much” Simon waited for Mal to turn back to him but he stayed looking out at the stars.
“It’s enough”. Their conversation over, Simon walked away. Something made him stop and look back.
Without turning around, Mal said, “I can still feel those eyes boy”
Simon smiled.
“Not tonight. But, maybe one day, there’ll be a need for you to play that other character you played so well” Mal said as he flicked a few switches, signalling for Simon to leave.
“Sweet dreams, Daniel”
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Date: 2006-03-23 05:20 am (UTC)Not bad. Maybe not my taste, but not bad. ;)
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Date: 2006-03-23 06:11 am (UTC)Nice story. Love the last line. Love Mal being all hostile but having a better reason than what we saw in the episode. I've always thought Mal hit Simon twice in that episode because he really wanted to do something else to him.