electricalgwen

Happy birthday, ubiquirk!

Ubi is a talented and prolific contributor to various fandoms, but I have a particular soft spot for her Firefly creations. I wanted to write her a little something for today (well, I would have loved to write her a great big something, but that wasn't going to happen) and so Firefly it is. I don't know what it says about me that my only Firefly output is River-centric, but there you have it. :)

(Set between "Shindig" and "Safe".)

there is still no up

“Your up is wrong,” River says seriously.

She hangs upside down, cold metal bar behind her knees. Her hair streams out, tendrils reaching for the floor. Ceiling? Wall?

In space, there is no right way up.

“They make it up. They call it up, but it’s down. Lies, always lies.” Her voice thins. “In the light. It should have been dark. Dark deeds. They were bad men. Mal.” She stares into the liquid, dark eyes, mere inches from her own.

“Mal.” She blinks, very slowly. Darkness, then light. “His name lies, too.”

The cow chews stolidly on, offering no opinion.