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toxic_cornSeries: Songs From a Firefly
Title: Track Four - Tell Me What You See
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG
Warning: Raynekid fic, not everyone's cup of tea.
Disclaimer: Joss is Boss but I own the kids.
Summary: What happens when Jayne is away.
Author's Note: I wanted to post this around mother's day but didn't really have the chance. So here it is now, only slightly late. Also, a merry welcome back to my beta,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katsqueaks who is feeling much better. She rocks, by the way. Previous tracks can be found here.
Songs From a Firefly
Track Four - Tell Me What You See
Nettie is 4
Daddy would be home soon. Nettie was quivering with excitement as she skipped outside, a large roll of paper under one arm and her basket of paints in the other. Every time Daddy came home for The Summer Visit, which ended with all of them going to the stars, Nettie would have a picture ready for him. He would praise it and kiss her and let her hang it on his bunk wall.
She decided this time to paint all of them in the garden. Big Daddy with his funny little ears, Pretty Mommy in her yellow dress that was Nettie’s favorite, Smart Jamey with his messy hair, and Little Nettie. She added butterfly wings to her painted self because it was her picture and Daddy would like it no matter what.
Now came the best part. Nettie abandoned her brush and dumped the blue paint in her hands. Giggling at the texture, she smeared the sky into being.
But as she was dabbing at the bits where specks of white still showed, she got an itch on the back of her neck. She didn’t want to get paint in her hair and she didn’t want to roll in the dirt to get at it and accidentally take home bugs. There was really only one thing to do.
“Mommy!” Nettie opened the screen door with her toes. “Mommy?”
“In the kitchen!”
Mommy was stirring chocolate chip cookie batter in her special way. She clutched the bowl to her tummy and stared down in to the bowl because she liked to watch the different ingredients become one.
“Mommy, will you scratch my neck for me?”
“Why?”
“Because. See?” Nettie held up her hands.
Finally, Mommy looked at her. But her smile faded into a look of horror.
“No,” she whispered.
“But I can’t do it. I’ll get paint in my hair!”
Mommy dropped the bowl to the floor and it shattered. The sound scared Nettie into tears and Mommy tore from the room.
“Nettie!” Mommy screamed.
“I’m right here where you left me!” Nettie sobbed.
“Serenity my love, where are you?!”
“I‘m in here!” Nettie ran after Mommy and found her searching under Nettie’s bed.
“Have to get out,” Mommy panted, checking Nettie’s closet. “Have to run! Can’t take me back, not now. Not now!”
Nettie continued crying. Mommy was having an “episode.” That’s what Uncle Simon called them. She’d seen Mommy have them before but never when she was alone. Daddy and Jamey could always calm her down again. Oh, if only Jamey were here! Maybe she should run down to the school and get him.
Mommy nearly knocked Nettie over as she barreled into Jamey’s room. “Are you in here, my love? No. No. Outside. Must be outside. Mommy’s smart girl, running away from the blue hands. Oh, blue hands how did you find me?!”
Oh! Nettie stared down at her hands. She knew that bad men had hurt Mommy at a Cademy, whatever that was. Had they had blue hands?
Mommy ran outside, calling Nettie’s name.
Stop crying, Nettie ordered herself. She marched to the bathroom and washed her hands thoroughly. She washed until her skin was bright red and she cleaned under her fingernails until all traces of blue were gone.
Then she ran outside after Mommy and found her in the garden looking at Nettie’s painting.
“Mommy?” She paused a few steps away and held up her hands. “They’re gone, see? It’s just Nettie.”
Mommy looked from the paints to Nettie, chin trembling. “Oh, Serenity…” She opened her arms and after a moment’s hesitation that seemed to hurt Mommy’s feelings, she ran into them.
~*~
When Mommy went to take a nap, Nettie dug through her closet until she found her blue sheets. She set them in the middle of the floor.
The first thing to go was the jar of blue paint. Then her blue silk dress Aunt Kaylee got her for her last birthday. A blue pencil. A book with a blue cover. A blue t-shirt.
After about ten minutes, she was done and gathered the edges of the sheet together. She carried her makeshift sack outside to the firepit and tossed it inside.
When Daddy came home, he’d burn it all away.
~*~
That night, Nettie lay in bed, waiting to be tucked in. She felt funny, like she wanted to cry but couldn’t. Like she wanted to hug Mommy yet run far away from her. She heard Mommy close Jamey’s door but didn’t look up when she entered the room.
“Nettie. Why were these things in the firepit?”
Something plunked softly beside her on the bed. She sat up to take a look at what it was.
The blue sack.
“It’s bad,” Nettie spat and shoved it off the bed. “Take it away!”
Mommy blinked. “Those are nice things, Serenity Jane.”
“No they’re not! They’re bad and make you think I’m bad! They need to go away!” A part of her was shocked that she was actually screaming at Mommy but another larger part of her was cheering her on.
“Oh, Nettie love.” Mommy sat down on the bed and wiped the tears Nettie hadn’t realized she’d cried off of her face. “Blue isn’t bad.”
Nettie sniffled. “Yes it is.”
“No.” Mommy shook her head. “I love blue.”
“Not blue hands,” Nettie pointed out.
“No,” Mommy agreed. “But good things are blue. Paint. Sheets. Pretty dresses. Ribbons.” She leaned forward and whispered, “Would you like to know what my favorite blue is?”
“What?” Nettie whispered back, curious.
Mommy smiled in that special way she had, like you were the only one in the ‘verse who mattered. “Your eyes and Daddy’s eyes.”
“Really?”
“Really really. I love you, Nettie Jane. I’m sorry I scared you.”
Mommy’s eyes were so sad that Nettie leaned forward and kissed her. “It’s okay. You didn’t mean to.”
Smiling, Mommy gently pushed Nettie back so she was laying down. “Time for Nettie girls to go to sleep.”
“Okay.” Nettie yawned. “Goodnight, Mommy.”
“Goodnight. Sweet dreams. Daddy will be home tomorrow.”
Nettie fell asleep with a smile on her face and dreamed of her laughing mother and blue-eyed father tossing her up into the blue, blue sky and catching her in his strong arms.
END
Track Three < I'll Be There : Track Five > Perfect
Title: Track Four - Tell Me What You See
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG
Warning: Raynekid fic, not everyone's cup of tea.
Disclaimer: Joss is Boss but I own the kids.
Summary: What happens when Jayne is away.
Author's Note: I wanted to post this around mother's day but didn't really have the chance. So here it is now, only slightly late. Also, a merry welcome back to my beta,
katsqueaks who is feeling much better. She rocks, by the way. Previous tracks can be found here.Songs From a Firefly
Track Four - Tell Me What You See
Nettie is 4
Daddy would be home soon. Nettie was quivering with excitement as she skipped outside, a large roll of paper under one arm and her basket of paints in the other. Every time Daddy came home for The Summer Visit, which ended with all of them going to the stars, Nettie would have a picture ready for him. He would praise it and kiss her and let her hang it on his bunk wall.
She decided this time to paint all of them in the garden. Big Daddy with his funny little ears, Pretty Mommy in her yellow dress that was Nettie’s favorite, Smart Jamey with his messy hair, and Little Nettie. She added butterfly wings to her painted self because it was her picture and Daddy would like it no matter what.
Now came the best part. Nettie abandoned her brush and dumped the blue paint in her hands. Giggling at the texture, she smeared the sky into being.
But as she was dabbing at the bits where specks of white still showed, she got an itch on the back of her neck. She didn’t want to get paint in her hair and she didn’t want to roll in the dirt to get at it and accidentally take home bugs. There was really only one thing to do.
“Mommy!” Nettie opened the screen door with her toes. “Mommy?”
“In the kitchen!”
Mommy was stirring chocolate chip cookie batter in her special way. She clutched the bowl to her tummy and stared down in to the bowl because she liked to watch the different ingredients become one.
“Mommy, will you scratch my neck for me?”
“Why?”
“Because. See?” Nettie held up her hands.
Finally, Mommy looked at her. But her smile faded into a look of horror.
“No,” she whispered.
“But I can’t do it. I’ll get paint in my hair!”
Mommy dropped the bowl to the floor and it shattered. The sound scared Nettie into tears and Mommy tore from the room.
“Nettie!” Mommy screamed.
“I’m right here where you left me!” Nettie sobbed.
“Serenity my love, where are you?!”
“I‘m in here!” Nettie ran after Mommy and found her searching under Nettie’s bed.
“Have to get out,” Mommy panted, checking Nettie’s closet. “Have to run! Can’t take me back, not now. Not now!”
Nettie continued crying. Mommy was having an “episode.” That’s what Uncle Simon called them. She’d seen Mommy have them before but never when she was alone. Daddy and Jamey could always calm her down again. Oh, if only Jamey were here! Maybe she should run down to the school and get him.
Mommy nearly knocked Nettie over as she barreled into Jamey’s room. “Are you in here, my love? No. No. Outside. Must be outside. Mommy’s smart girl, running away from the blue hands. Oh, blue hands how did you find me?!”
Oh! Nettie stared down at her hands. She knew that bad men had hurt Mommy at a Cademy, whatever that was. Had they had blue hands?
Mommy ran outside, calling Nettie’s name.
Stop crying, Nettie ordered herself. She marched to the bathroom and washed her hands thoroughly. She washed until her skin was bright red and she cleaned under her fingernails until all traces of blue were gone.
Then she ran outside after Mommy and found her in the garden looking at Nettie’s painting.
“Mommy?” She paused a few steps away and held up her hands. “They’re gone, see? It’s just Nettie.”
Mommy looked from the paints to Nettie, chin trembling. “Oh, Serenity…” She opened her arms and after a moment’s hesitation that seemed to hurt Mommy’s feelings, she ran into them.
When Mommy went to take a nap, Nettie dug through her closet until she found her blue sheets. She set them in the middle of the floor.
The first thing to go was the jar of blue paint. Then her blue silk dress Aunt Kaylee got her for her last birthday. A blue pencil. A book with a blue cover. A blue t-shirt.
After about ten minutes, she was done and gathered the edges of the sheet together. She carried her makeshift sack outside to the firepit and tossed it inside.
When Daddy came home, he’d burn it all away.
That night, Nettie lay in bed, waiting to be tucked in. She felt funny, like she wanted to cry but couldn’t. Like she wanted to hug Mommy yet run far away from her. She heard Mommy close Jamey’s door but didn’t look up when she entered the room.
“Nettie. Why were these things in the firepit?”
Something plunked softly beside her on the bed. She sat up to take a look at what it was.
The blue sack.
“It’s bad,” Nettie spat and shoved it off the bed. “Take it away!”
Mommy blinked. “Those are nice things, Serenity Jane.”
“No they’re not! They’re bad and make you think I’m bad! They need to go away!” A part of her was shocked that she was actually screaming at Mommy but another larger part of her was cheering her on.
“Oh, Nettie love.” Mommy sat down on the bed and wiped the tears Nettie hadn’t realized she’d cried off of her face. “Blue isn’t bad.”
Nettie sniffled. “Yes it is.”
“No.” Mommy shook her head. “I love blue.”
“Not blue hands,” Nettie pointed out.
“No,” Mommy agreed. “But good things are blue. Paint. Sheets. Pretty dresses. Ribbons.” She leaned forward and whispered, “Would you like to know what my favorite blue is?”
“What?” Nettie whispered back, curious.
Mommy smiled in that special way she had, like you were the only one in the ‘verse who mattered. “Your eyes and Daddy’s eyes.”
“Really?”
“Really really. I love you, Nettie Jane. I’m sorry I scared you.”
Mommy’s eyes were so sad that Nettie leaned forward and kissed her. “It’s okay. You didn’t mean to.”
Smiling, Mommy gently pushed Nettie back so she was laying down. “Time for Nettie girls to go to sleep.”
“Okay.” Nettie yawned. “Goodnight, Mommy.”
“Goodnight. Sweet dreams. Daddy will be home tomorrow.”
Nettie fell asleep with a smile on her face and dreamed of her laughing mother and blue-eyed father tossing her up into the blue, blue sky and catching her in his strong arms.
END
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Date: 2006-08-29 12:17 pm (UTC)Then I want to find the blue hands and do unmentionable things to them.
You have a wonderful talent for characters, I've always cared about the BDH's (obviously, why else would I be here) but I'm now getting very maternal and protective of the kids you've created. :-)
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Date: 2006-08-29 09:25 pm (UTC)Save some for me. *growl*
I'm now getting very maternal and protective of the kids you've created. :-)
That is such an awesome compliment. Thank you so much!