Summary: River is a butterfly and Jayne is the earth
Author's Note: It's been a while since I've attempted River-speak. Let me know how it went. Also, all fic for this challenge can be found here.
The voices pulsed inside her head, tugging her in a thousand different directions. The butterfly would burst if it didn’t stop. She curled tighter into a ball in the hideyhole for smuggled goods. She had thought the metal would block the voices, but it wasn’t so. They were echoing, faster, faster. Little voices turning into big voices turning into little voices again.
Then a big voice stayed a big voice and the world turned upside again. She didn’t know how long it would last, but it gave her space to stretch her wings, defy gravity. She crawled out of the hideyhole and stood, stretching her toes, feeling the hum of serenity all around her. The little voices stayed little and the big voice stayed big. No echoes. Perhaps the hideyhole wasn’t a hideyhole. Perhaps it was an amplifier and she’d fallen into a trap.
Her feet moved and she danced, the butterfly flitted its wings, pretending to fly even as the voices and the secrets that weren’t hers tied her down. And then the voice was loudest, drowning out the others. She looked down and he was there, lying on his bench, like the earth, moving iron. Up. Down. Up. Down. His eyes were attracted to the butterfly, liked its colors. She liked his eyes, blue and hard as the body they were in. Solid, earth-like. Pain of betrayal no longer possible. The butterfly was chained to the ones he loved. He wouldn’t hurt the ones he loved.
He thought what he’d done was wrong. Earth-man was afraid the butterfly and her handler would never forgive him, would hurt him like he’d tried to hurt the butterfly. What he didn’t know was that the butterfly and her handler had already seen the good in him, had seen that the action wouldn’t happen again.
“Git gone, crazy.” She cocked her head, looking at his face, earthlike in its lines.
“She forgives him.”
“Whatcher talkin’ bout. Forget it. Don’t wanna-know.” He grunted, hefting the bar up another time.
“She forgives him for trying to give her back. Blue hands almost caught her. Actions were learned from, won’t hurt the family. She forgives him.” The butterfly felt her wings move, her feet flutter and she danced away, enjoying the hum of serenity, the warmth of its belly, a mama bear protecting them all.