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firefly_fanfic2006-08-22 10:25 pm
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The Space Between
Title: The Space Between
Disclaimer: Belongs to somebody not me. Blah blah blah, yackety schmackety
Rating: PG-13
Mal had grown to appreciate those times between their fights. When he could almost let himself believe that he had a chance.
Problem was, he could only get halfway across that space. He'd come so close - right up to the edge of where he could safely go.
And every time, he'd swear on the God he no longer believed in that he'd not get that close to the edge.
Yet fool that he was, he'd find himself back there all over again.
If he was lucky, those spaces lasted for a day or two.
When Lady Fortune was studiously ingorning him, he'd get five minutes of peace between rounds.
In a twisted fashion, he enjoyed those five minutes of peace more than a day or two.
Five minutes of both of them staring each other down, with sharp breaths and eyes of fire, daring the other to cross that space that kept them miles apart, even if they were only separated by inches.
Five minutes of knowing that if one of them would just give, even a little, they could both have what they wanted, yet neither wanting to let their spoils go to the other as victor.
Five minutes in which he felt more alive and whole than before he was denied the angels that were promised him. Back when he'd believed in all the things both of them wanted, but could not cross that space to have.
Disclaimer: Belongs to somebody not me. Blah blah blah, yackety schmackety
Rating: PG-13
Mal had grown to appreciate those times between their fights. When he could almost let himself believe that he had a chance.
Problem was, he could only get halfway across that space. He'd come so close - right up to the edge of where he could safely go.
And every time, he'd swear on the God he no longer believed in that he'd not get that close to the edge.
Yet fool that he was, he'd find himself back there all over again.
If he was lucky, those spaces lasted for a day or two.
When Lady Fortune was studiously ingorning him, he'd get five minutes of peace between rounds.
In a twisted fashion, he enjoyed those five minutes of peace more than a day or two.
Five minutes of both of them staring each other down, with sharp breaths and eyes of fire, daring the other to cross that space that kept them miles apart, even if they were only separated by inches.
Five minutes of knowing that if one of them would just give, even a little, they could both have what they wanted, yet neither wanting to let their spoils go to the other as victor.
Five minutes in which he felt more alive and whole than before he was denied the angels that were promised him. Back when he'd believed in all the things both of them wanted, but could not cross that space to have.