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fandomhighdorms2005-09-29 03:40 pm
Beka and Inara on the Maru - [privacy locked]
Beka paces the confines of the Maru. The flowers from Jack, several days old now, still sit in the alcove above her rack. Fresh flowers, from CJ, decorate the impromptu table and chairs she's pulled together out of crates and covered with scrap fabrics from Terazed. Fingering the cloth, Beka thinks of Rhade, the young Nietzschean Alpha who'd made love to her on that trip. It's harder to hate Nietzscheans now. And everything is so confusing.

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"You were interested in him and you thought he was interested back. I heard other rumours from around the place, but nothing concrete."
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It's over now. We're speaking, even friends again. I tease him sometimes, because girls go a little crazy over him. One girl just punched another one for kissing him." She grins. "Kinda made me feel a bit better. About falling so hard for him."
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"So this isn't about him?"
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Though, that's gotten strange too.
Maybe it sort of is.
I don't know really."
She sighs. "All right. Quick fill, in case it matters. After Cam and I exploded, I did a very typically me thing. I picked a fight with a very dangerous guy and got the hell beat out of me. I also almost had sex with him while we were doing that. Neither of these things bother me.
"I know why I did them. I don't do well with emotional pain. Physical pain, violence, sex...I understand these and can heal from them.
"After that, I went away for awhile. Sort of. My universe's time runs faster than this one. So I was away about ... three weeks and got some distance." She doesn't meet Inara's gaze now, because she's not sure she wants to know what Inara thinks about that. But she pauses to see if she does have something to say. Since that's why she's here, according to Parker, is to get unfrelled up.
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Aftera long sip of coffee, she looks up again. "The real problem, as Parker puts it, is that I'm broken. I've got all these things that I know about my future that are very bad. And all these things about my world and my history that are not as bad but not good. I need to sort out all the stuff that I've already done and that I'm supposed to do and figure out how to stop feeling so...broken's the best word."
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"We're all broken, you know," she says at last. "The 'verse - whatever variation we come from - takes us apart and puts us back together. And even if we hide the cracks, there are weaknesses there that may give under pressure."
She looks at the girl, considering her age. "Is it that you don't know where you are in time and what you've already done and are yet to do? From the sound of it, your 'verse is flexible in time comparative to this one."
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