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Greetings, at your service. I write Firefly and Shakespeare fanfiction, and also enjoy various visual arts, particularly pysanky eggs (also known as Ukrainian Easter eggs) and sewing.

I have a fairly sizable writing archive, and it'll probably take me some time to get it all up, but below are links to what I've so far been able to publish. More to come! If you're particularly fond of Firefly or Shakespeare, please get in touch, especially if you know of or run any good/active communities.

Hopefully I'll also be able to take some decent pictures of the eggs and my sewing, just so folks know that I don't dwell exclusively in the world of black-and-white print.


Blackout Zone
Series prequel, chronicles Simon's quest to rescue River, plus Serenity's early travels and extensive mishaps in the 'verse.
Chapter 1: Simon - Code
Chapter 2: Zoe - UDay
Chapter 3: River - Cut


Usurer's Mercy
Merchant of Venice story. Sometimes the strangest people are merciful, and for the strangest reasons. Dark fic, but ultimately redemptive.
Chapter 1: Nemesis
Chapter 2: Consequences


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Summary: "There are two things I'd fight to the death for. My sister and my home, in that order." —Dr. Simon Tam. A prequel, chronicling Serenity's early travels in the 'verse and Simon's search for and rescue of River. Includes perspectives of all the crew and the special hells they put themselves through.

Disclaimer: I do not own the genius that is Firefly, that honor goes to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Spoilers for series and BDM, canon-level violence

Beta'd by: KrisEleven

Translations: Are in mouseover, and also below.

Go-se: Crap

Xi-niu: Cow-sucking

Qing-wa cao de liu mang: Frog-humping son of a bitch

Ta ma de! Nimen de bizui!: Everybody shut the hell up!

Lao tian ye: Jesus

Baobei: Sweetheart

Chapter 2: Zoe UDay

Unification Day, the year 2515

"Next time, sir, I'm staying on the ship to play at dinosaurs with my husband."

Zoe Washburne's former sergeant quirked an eyebrow at her. "After all we've been through, knowing you don't enjoy my charming conversation—that hurts me, Zoe. Wounds me to the heart."

"To speak plainly, sir, most of your conversation tonight's been with your glass. And if you keep drinking and not eating, you'll most likely give yourself a broken nose when the brawling starts." 

"And what makes you think that, if there be any brawling tonight, I'll be wanting in on it? Most folk here seem to be in the mood for celebrating."

Zoe glanced around the bar, crammed to the bursting with trigger-happy Alliance supporters passing their third bottles down the narrow counters, and put on her most innocent expression. "I don't know, sir. Can't help but wonder, though, why we're here, when the Dyton Outlaw is two streets over and a good bit cheaper too."

Mal took another gulp of his drink and scanned the room, where a man in a worn blue shirt was just tumbling off his stool, and a woman in the corner was raising her glass in her fourth toast of the evening. "Better food."

"True enough." Zoe took another bite, savoring the first non-protein meal she'd had in several weeks. "Order some, why don't you?"

"I'll eat when we're back on Serenity."

"We could always head back now." Zoe set down her chopsticks. "I'm near done here."

"Want to finish this drink." The former corporal sighed, and waved down the bartender.

"What can I do for you?"

"Mind getting me a box for the rest of this?"

"Not a problem." The woman plucked a container off a shelf behind her head and tossed it down the counter.

"Thanks." Zoe began putting part of what was left of her meal in a box for Wash. He'd always had a thing for fresh bao, and hadn't been dirt-side since their last job.

A loud crash sounded from their right, as the man in the blue shirt kicked the offending stool out of his way, and lurched across the room to where the piano player was valiantly trying to make her music heard above the drunken cacophony. "Enough of that go-se! Let's hear the National Anthem!"

The piano player struck up the requested song, and the majority of the bar promptly began singing along, with great variation in both skill and key. Zoe resisted the urge to smack someone with her empty plate, and watched, now resigned, as Mal began to pointedly hum a dirty drinking song she was fairly sure he'd picked up from Badger.

Halfway through the third verse, an enormous man with long red hair tied in a ponytail broke off his song and strode up to Mal. "Think you're too good for us, don't you? I ain't seen you toast the Alliance tonight."

"Oversight." Mal raised his glass with a flourish. "To the great Alliance, for their special gift of nothing to poor working folk like ourselves." Half of those in earshot yelped in indignation; the other half apparently being drunk enough to take Mal's toast as a genuine compliment to their government.

The red-haired man bristled. "You makin' fun of me?"

"No, no, my friend. I expect that happens to you far too much as it is." Mal patted the man on the shoulder. "But I ain't finished yet. To the great Alliance, for every fine I've ever paid, for every checkpoint I've ever gotten stuck behind, for—"

"Is he being sarcastic?" a woman to their left asked. Zoe ignored her and glanced around the bar, taking in the odds. It wasn't as bad as it could have been—a healthy percentage of the crowd was watching the blue-shirted man attempt to climb the piano—but it was still far from good.

"Xi-niu Independents!" A slight man in a black coat charged at Mal, who merely stepped out of the way and let him run into the counter.

Mal smiled brightly at Zoe before ducking under the red-haired man's punch to knee him in the groin. Zoe grabbed an empty nearby bench and used it to ward off a man and woman who were descending on her with raised fists. Moving to be back to back with Mal, who was brandishing an empty bottle plucked from the abundance on the counter, she swung the bench in a wide circle, clubbing the woman in the stomach. Her victim fell back, gasping, and the man moved in with a shout of rage. Zoe caught several punches on her makeshift shield with ease, but began to rethink the situation when she saw the glint of metal.

"Qing-wa cao de liu mang!" Mal staggered against Zoe's back, but, with her attacker bearing down with a blade as long as his forearm, she had no time to see how badly he'd been hit. Ducking at the last moment, she caught the knife in the bars of the bench and jerked it from his hands. She pulled the blade free just as the man in the black coat jumped from the counter onto her back. Zoe bashed him in the nose with the handle of the knife before rolling away and scanning the crowd for Mal.

He was limping, she noticed immediately, but several of the bar fighters looked worse. Zoe entertained a brief hope that they might get out of this relatively unscathed, until she heard the snap of a gun cocking.

"Duck!" She tackled her captain just as the gun went off. Unfortunately, they hit a nearby table and crashed to the ground amid a shower of broken bottles and spilled drinks.

"Evan! Put that away, right now!" Zoe rolled over to see the bartender shouting at the gun's holder, a short man with a braid of black hair. "You want to give the mayor one more excuse to shut this place down?"

"Murderers! Browncoat scum!" the man screamed, sending an array of bullets at Mal. Luckily, the table took most of them, but Zoe felt Mal jerk against her as one grazed his cheek. "You killed them! They're all dead!"

The bartender jerked the gun from the black-haired man's hand. "Ta ma de! Nimen de bizui!" The crowd nearest her quieted somewhat, but Zoe doubted it would last long. "You two. Out. And the rest of you, don't be following if you want to set foot in this bar again!" Most of the men and women grumbled assent as Zoe hauled Mal's arm around her shoulders and dragged him out the door.

Mal winked at his first mate. "Well, that was fun."



"You're drunk."


"Gorram drunkard's got a kick like a mule," Mal muttered as he limped into the cargo bay, leaning on Zoe. "I ain't gonna be walking straight for a week."

"Hmm. Suppose it's too much to ask you to stay off it." Zoe deposited Mal on the weight bench and went to the com on the wall. "Wash, we're back."

"I trust you're safe and sound and not missing more than two limbs each?" came her husband's cheerful voice through the com.

"Affirmative. Where's Kaylee?"

"Here!" The mechanic hopped down the stairs. "You're hurt! How'd it happen?"

"Just a tussle with some folk as hold the Alliance in a higher regard than they deserve."

"Sure everythin's okay?" Kaylee hovered over Mal, shifting from foot to foot. "That's an awful lot of blood."

"Cuts on the face bleed more'n you'd think. Zoe rescued me afore anyone did any real damage." Mal grinned at Kaylee, holding Zoe's handkerchief to his face. "Heard you had a tussle of your own with the flare dispenser."

"All fixed now.” Kaylee yawned and rubbed her smudged face with the back of one hand. "Think I'll turn in, 'less ya need anythin'?"

"We'll be fine." Zoe turned away from the com and heaved Mal to his feet. "Just going to get this stitched up."

The mechanic skipped up the stairs towards the infirmary, with Zoe and Mal following at a somewhat slower pace, before turning around suddenly. "Oh, hey, Captain. Meant to ask ya earlier, but I picked up some paints at the market the other day. Wouldja mind if I put some flowers 'round the kitchen? It'd pretty things up real nice in there."

"Sure, why not?" Mal winced as his injured knee tapped one of the railing supports.

"Shiny! Thanks, Captain!" Kaylee dashed off towards her room, while Zoe and Mal stumbled into the infirmary. Mal dropped onto the exam chair while Zoe grabbed a clean cloth and the disinfectant off the shelf.

"Better clean that graze, sir."

"Better clean what?" Wash stood at the door. "Lao tian ye, Mal. Looks like you made a new friend! I'm so eager to not meet them!"

"Hey, I was being real polite. Ain't my fault he decided to take offense." Mal tipped the disinfectant onto the cloth and began to wipe the blood from his face.

Zoe kissed her husband quickly before going to hunt through the drawers. "Looks like we're out of painkillers, sir."

Mal shrugged. "Wouldn't want to waste 'em on this in any case."

"Ever thought of using some of the piles and piles of credits we've just got lying around to hire a medic?" Wash inquired as his wife located a suturing needle and a pair of forceps.

"Husband, you criticizing my doctoring skills?" Zoe grinned briefly as she sterilized her tools.

Wash held up his hands in defense. "Why do you think so little of me? I only wish to keep your lovely perfumed feet from having to touch the ground unless necessary!"

Zoe shook her head, while Mal shot his pilot a questioning look. "Perfumed feet?"   

"You'd be surprised. I've heard there's Companions that specialize in..." Wash glanced at Zoe. "Strictly gossip, however. I have no experience with such things. But, Mal, seriously, if you rented out one of the shuttles, things might be a bit less no-idea-where-our-next-meal-will-come-from around here."

"Speaking of meals, there's a cardboard box of bao in my bag," Zoe informed him. "Thought you might be tired of protein."

"Have I told you today that I love you?"

"Yes. But no complaints here."

Wash went to the door as Zoe began to stitch up the captain's face. "If you need me, I'll be on the bridge, baobei." He disappeared up the stairs.

Zoe tied off the sutures. "You going to get something to eat afore you turn in?"

Mal slid off the exam chair. "Ain't hungry."

"That better not have anything to do with that man as near blew a hole in your face. He was off his head and you know it."

"Wonder which battle his folks were in. Sounded like he had a right personal grudge."

"Don't reckon there's a point in dwelling on it." Zoe began cleaning the forceps and needle.

"No, I suppose not." Mal crossed the threshold. "Goodnight, Zoe."

"Goodnight, sir." Zoe sighed, and finished washing the tools before stowing them back in the drawer. She paused for a few minutes under the infirmary's harsh light. Four years, she thought, and neither he nor I are any further out of that gorram valley than we were then. And Mal, he ain't willing to share what happened to him there with nobody. At least I trust Wash enough to let him in sometimes.

The thought of her husband sent Zoe up the stairs to the bridge. Wash sat in the pilot's chair, his Stegosaurus in one hand and the Tyrannosaurus Rex in the other. "Oh, thank you, T-Rex, for saving me from the great river of the control panel! Now I will trust you with my life, even though you are a hungry scheming meat-eating predator and I am probably dinner!" Upon closer examination, Zoe saw that he'd clustered the other dinosaurs around the box of bao with their heads inside as if they were nibbling at it.

Zoe grinned. Even if she'd never leave Serenity herself, she could take comfort in the fact that at this moment, all was right with Wash's world.

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