Serenity Fic: Serenity 3/100
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polgara_5Title: Serenity 3/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH2 Prompt: #34 Taste
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Firefly
Wordcount: 355
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, and TtH
Spoilers: Anything for Buffy is fair game and the entire season of Firefly. Happens between series and movie so no spoilers for the BDM.
Series: Since I Found Serenity
Summary: Buffy wakes up.
Serenity
The first thing that Buffy became aware of as she regained consciousness was a funky taste in her mouth. It wasn’t exactly pleasant and she frowned. She blinked her eyes open to see an attractive young man looking at her in concern.
“Hello. How are you feeling?” He asked.
“My head hurts and my mouth tastes… Did I throw up?” She asked, a memory flashing in her mind.
“You did,” he said, disappearing for a moment. He returned with a glass of water. “Drink slowly.”
“Thank you,” she said, gingerly sitting up. She took the glass and took a drink. “Where am I?”
“On Serenity.”
She gave him a funny look. “Is that supposed to mean something? ‘Cause I don’t remember heaven looking like this,” she said, indicating the infirmary they were in.
It was his turn to look at her strangely. “I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean exactly, but this is a Firefly class spaceship called Serenity.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right? This is a spaceship? As in, we’re in outer space kind of spaceship?”
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Are there other kinds of spaceships?”
“No,” she said, flopping back onto the bed. “This is bad. Really bad,” she whispered, rubbing her eyes with one hand.
“Why?” He asked.
“Where’s the amulet?” She suddenly asked, ignoring the question and sitting back up.
“What amulet?”
“I had one in my hand, where is it?”
“Right here,” he said, moving over to a nearby counter. He picked it up and gave it to her. He watched her study it.
“Crap. This is sooo not good.”
“What’s not good?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, taking another drink. “Do you have a captain or someone in charge?”
“What makes you think I’m not?” He asked, slightly offended.
“Because you scream doctor and I can see an impatient looking guy staring at us through the window.”
“Do you feel well enough to talk to him? I can stall him if you want.”
“My headache is almost gone, and so is the funky taste in my mouth. So no time like the present,” she said grimly.
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH2 Prompt: #34 Taste
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Firefly
Wordcount: 355
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, and TtH
Spoilers: Anything for Buffy is fair game and the entire season of Firefly. Happens between series and movie so no spoilers for the BDM.
Series: Since I Found Serenity
Summary: Buffy wakes up.
Serenity
The first thing that Buffy became aware of as she regained consciousness was a funky taste in her mouth. It wasn’t exactly pleasant and she frowned. She blinked her eyes open to see an attractive young man looking at her in concern.
“Hello. How are you feeling?” He asked.
“My head hurts and my mouth tastes… Did I throw up?” She asked, a memory flashing in her mind.
“You did,” he said, disappearing for a moment. He returned with a glass of water. “Drink slowly.”
“Thank you,” she said, gingerly sitting up. She took the glass and took a drink. “Where am I?”
“On Serenity.”
She gave him a funny look. “Is that supposed to mean something? ‘Cause I don’t remember heaven looking like this,” she said, indicating the infirmary they were in.
It was his turn to look at her strangely. “I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean exactly, but this is a Firefly class spaceship called Serenity.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right? This is a spaceship? As in, we’re in outer space kind of spaceship?”
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Are there other kinds of spaceships?”
“No,” she said, flopping back onto the bed. “This is bad. Really bad,” she whispered, rubbing her eyes with one hand.
“Why?” He asked.
“Where’s the amulet?” She suddenly asked, ignoring the question and sitting back up.
“What amulet?”
“I had one in my hand, where is it?”
“Right here,” he said, moving over to a nearby counter. He picked it up and gave it to her. He watched her study it.
“Crap. This is sooo not good.”
“What’s not good?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, taking another drink. “Do you have a captain or someone in charge?”
“What makes you think I’m not?” He asked, slightly offended.
“Because you scream doctor and I can see an impatient looking guy staring at us through the window.”
“Do you feel well enough to talk to him? I can stall him if you want.”
“My headache is almost gone, and so is the funky taste in my mouth. So no time like the present,” she said grimly.
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