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FIC: The Very Small Girl and the Monster

Title: The Very Small Girl and the Monster
Words / rating: 2100 words / PG
Fandom: Firefly/BtVS crossover
Characters: River, Spike (w/background Spuffy)
Spoilers: For all of both shows

This is another Christmas/birthday fic, because it's penny_lane_42's birthday tomorrow! Happy birthday! The reason it's way longer than most of the giftfics is because I had the idea at least six months ago and it's been sitting around half-written ever since. If the reader is so inclined, it can be considered a sequel-in-spirit to my drabble Auld Lang Syne. (Lauren, do you remember that conversation?)

~~~~~

There are lots of things River still doesn’t tell Simon. He wouldn’t understand the way she doubts the shapes of shadows or how she searches them for darker shapes they might contain. He sees her test the strength of things – the earth under her feet, the knife that rides in Zoe’s boot, Jayne’s toes – but she doesn’t explain, and he doesn’t ask.

He wouldn’t understand about the dreams, either.

~*~*~


This one’s in Earth That Was, on a street paved with stones. Men stand at the corners and mutter the way Badger mutters. She’s not afraid. Even in the dreams where she’s dying, she’s not afraid. That’s part of the dreaming, she thinks. Or maybe part of her.

But there’s nothing to be afraid of, not now/here. She’s just a small thin girl with a secret, but she isn’t good at keeping it; it swings with her arms and strides with her feet. They all know her secret, the girl with violence in her arm, and they keep it with her. No human will touch her here.

The beast stumbles from a side street. It is hairy like the miniature mammoths on Hades, and blood glistens dark in its teeth. It sees her. It turns back.

She follows. There’s a blade in her hand.

This is what she comes for. This is why she dreams.

~*~*~


“I’m going,” she says. The captain’s going to tell her he doesn’t need her, him and Jayne, they’ll be all right sure enough. Don’t need a strange little girl to help them scare away the bogies. “The mule’s motor has only forty-seven discrete parts. Easy to disengage.”

Mal says, “Now, I will not have my crew blackmailing me with my own mechanics!”

“Don’t need to,” she says. “She won’t cause a fuss. Just needs to see the sky.”

The words are right. He considers. Finally he nods. “You clear it with your brother first. Got no wish to listen to him squalling.”

“I’ll need weapons,” she says.

“Now wait a minute,” he says.

“What harm can she do with one axe?” River asks.

“Question is, what harm can’t she do,” he mutters, but she’s won. She’ll have her weapons.

There’s a monster she needs to meet.

~*~*~


She’s on Persephone long ago, when every planet was a border planet and a rich man was any and only one that owned a ship. There’s dust beneath her feet and her nose clogs with the dirt-green smell of the chemicals that make ecology from rock. She’s wearing flax linen and cowhide over that. And the man she’s fighting is a monster.

His teeth shine like a dog’s in the moonlight, his brow like an angry pig’s. Black leather falls from his shoulders and swirls at his feet.

He is quicker than she is. She holds the knife, but he is winning. When she strikes he falls back; when she turns he lands a blow. Sweat burns her eyes. She attacks again, but strikes only leather, and he twists away from her like a matador with his cape.

(She’s dreamt of that, too, of the woman in ruffles of gold and red who practiced on bulls before all the world and then slew the man-bull in secret.)

Then the monster’s foot slides behind hers and she is falling, fallen, prone. He drops beside her, his needless breath a chill in her ear, and lisps, “That was a sad, sad, show, love. Now try it again.”

~*~*~


“Ready to show your stuff?” the captain says, handing her a duffel. The leather straps are smooth under her fingers, the canvas worn soft to the touch. It’s heavy and clanking with tools.

“Mine now,” she says. “It was yours first, but it’s chosen a new partner.” By the bulge of it she knows there’s a pistol strapped into an inside pocket. It’s funny, she thinks, the different shapes trust comes in.

“That’s right,” he said. His voice was smiling. He offers his hand to lift her up into the mule, and she takes it. Knight and lady, she thinks, even if his armor is dusty. “Now you know you’re not to be cutting any throats today. This is strictly a legal operation.”

“Right is not as closely related to law as some people think,” she says, settling next to Jayne.

“Truer words,” the captain says. He climbs in on the other side of Jayne, behind the wheel. “All I’m saying is—”

“No crimson today,” she says. “Only clover. Quadrifoliate.”

“Exactly,” he says, more firmly than when he actually understands what she's talking about.

They rumble out across the desert through mutated sage. Half a mile to town, the captain says, but he also says they need to make an entrance here. Make an impression on the locals.

“Still don’t see what we’re doing,” Jayne says, “scaring out spirits.”

“Chance of aphysical supernatural activity less than seven percent,” River says. She listened to the captain making this agreement; physicality is almost certain. Teeth also a high probability. She’s glad the captain packed more in her duffel than just a gun.

“I’m not saying they’re real,” Jayne says, as if she’s accused him of something. “Anyway, you think a few ghosties’d make me jumpy?” He slaps a hand to his chest and lifts his chin. Such a big dominance ritual to impress one small girl.

“Vera can’t hurt ghosties,” River says, and turns away as he begins to sputter.

~*~*~


She’s on Earth That Was again, in a strange rich house. She’s been dead. Her hands are bleeding and her joints are stiff, like they’ve never moved before. A man is yelling for the dawn, and she ought to tell him that the sun never rises any faster that way, but she doesn’t.

She takes each stair carefully. Halfway down she sees the monster. For a minute he’s talking still – he’s like Wash, her River-self thinks, because of how rarely he’s silent – and then he finally sees her.

He’s such a fragile monster. Even the sight of things makes him cry, and soon he’s going to cry again.

But first he takes her hands and promises her, with his eyes instead of his weightless words, that he’ll help her remember how not to be dead.

~*~*~


The captain lands at a mine shaft, men and some women all crowding elbows in a circle around the entrance. River tries to compose an equation describing the tension between curiosity and fear. Some third quantity is needed; proximity to danger, maybe.

But the captain’s getting out and Jayne behind him; no more time for psychosocial mathematics. Not now. River pulls the axe free from the duffel and takes a knife in her other hand - Jayne has enough bullets for them all – and climbs out, too.

The captain dickers over the price of securing a mine from ‘spooks.’

It’s very long, she thinks, and black enough to hide the whole universe and all the monsters in it, more than even she’s dreamed of. “It’s a rabbit hole without any Alice,” she says. “Only mushrooms and madness.”

“You just stop that talk,” Jayne says, pulling Vera tighter against his chest. “Ain’t nothing but some bandits in a hidey-hole.”

In a few moments the captain is ready. He draws a pistol and a flashlight. He nods to River and Jayne, and as he approaches the entrance, they follow.

In the full black, the captain shines his light down the wall until he finds a switch. When he flips it, feeble lights like Christmas candles mark the way. “If I didn’t know better than to say such things,” he says, “I’d have said that was easy.”

They walk some more. Jayne mutters like his voice will drive the ghosties away.

But it’s not a ghost. She sees it hanging from the ceiling. It’s like a lizard, but as big as her and with skin like mineshaft rock. She sees it by the shadows it doesn’t cast, but she can’t kill it yet. It might fall on Jayne or the captain, and its claws are blades of stone. It follows them, and River waits.

They come to a cross-passage sliding up towards the surface, the other tine of their drafty fork. “There’s folks up at the top ready to catch anything that comes,” the captain says.

“I’ll stay here,” River says. “Keep the monsters from hopping chairs to the music.”

The captain wants to argue, but it’s a good reason; easy for something to hide in one tunnel, wait until they pass, and go up the other.

It just isn’t her reason.

“Flashlight in my bag,” say River. “For spirits.”

“You know if I don’t bring you back safe, your brother’ll murder me in righteous anger.”

River smiles. “I’ll save you, Captain.”

He nods; his decision is made. “See that you do.”

She is a small little girl, and this beast doesn’t know her secret yet. She is easy, tasty, defenseless Prey. It still hangs silent above her head. She hefts her axe. Reavers died on her blades like ants crushed under boots; she is not afraid of any monster.

Except, just as she readies to attack, another knocks her over from behind and a third creeps up from the floor.

These are stronger than Reavers and faster, and they have claws and teeth Reavers only dream of, if Reavers dream. She slices with her blades and kicks with her feet, but the monsters slice back. Things are becoming problematic.

And then a roar echoes down the passageway.

She knew he would come.

~*~*~


Sometimes the dream hasn’t happened yet. This one hadn’t when she dreamed it.

She’s underground, rounded walls of stone closing in, but the courageous lights keep them at bay. Blood black as old engine oil drips from her axe and pools below, just missing the scaly, stony corpse at her feet. There’s another down the passageway, and kneeling by it is the man/monster she knows. His hair and leather are brown now, but she knows it’s him.

He knows her, too. He saw what she did. He knows what else she can do, although he doesn’t know her name.

But she knows his.

~*~*~


“Spike.”

He looks up with eyes like a weasel trapped in its den. Slowly he rises to his feet. He considers her, his gaze flicking to the beast and back again, and in the muscles of his face she watches him reach a conclusion. “Haven’t gone by that name in more years than I usually admit to having,” he says.

“I dream about you,” she says.

“Yeah?” He nods very carefully, as though she were an animal ready to spook. As though she were the one who needs the soft gentle voice and the careful gentle touches. “Happens that way sometimes.” His lifts his hand towards her and then drops it. “Never met one that knew my name before.”

She doesn’t roll her eyes.

She doesn’t say: One of the girls I am yelled at your wet towels and kissed you in the shower. She gave you birthday parties you didn’t want, and you forgave her because afterwards she touched you the way Kaylee touches Simon. One of the girls I am loved you like Zoe loved Wash. Of course I know your name.

She says, “You know what I am.”

He nods, slow, his head heavy on his neck with the weight of all those thoughts, all those years. “I suppose I do.”

“You helped the others become themselves. You taught the fighting hawks how to fly.”

“Haven’t done for a long time now,” he says. “I thought you’d all gone.” His hand lifts again, uncertain sparrow trembling in flight. This time it alights on her shoulder. His fingers peck at strands of her hair. “I thought there was only me.”

He turns and thumbs behind him. “It’s why I was here, wrestling with the nasty. Nobody else to come, I thought.”

“Spike?” She calls him by name again because when someone is hungry you feed them. “Will you teach me? I need someone to show me what I’m supposed to be.”

He swallows. Tears are following paths of least resistance down his face. “I could do that.”

This is another thing Simon won't understand. But Simon doesn’t have to understand everything about her. Not anymore.

River takes Spike’s hand.

Finis

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penny_lane_42
Jan. 4th, 2011 04:00 am (UTC)
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YAY! I can't wait to come back tomorrow and actually read it! THANK YOU!
zanthinegirl
Jan. 4th, 2011 04:25 am (UTC)
Oh, this is wonderful. Fascinating, believable River; heartbreaking Spike.

And I still love Jayne.

snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 01:32 am (UTC)
Thank you! River's sort of squirrelly character to write, so I'm glad my depiction rang true.

And yes, Jayne = <3.
rahirah
Jan. 4th, 2011 04:54 am (UTC)
Neat. :)
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 01:32 am (UTC)
Yay, thank you. :)
bobthemole
Jan. 4th, 2011 05:13 am (UTC)
EXQUISITE! I am so moved by Spike's loneliness and fragility, and River's strength and confidence. I'm used to seeing them in the opposite roles, and the switch gives them an added depth.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:35 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much! It's interesting what you say about the roles, because it never really occurred to me to have them any other way. I hadn't given it any thought before, but by the end of Serenity I see River as being well on her way to being a whole and functional person. Besides, honest truth, woobiness is my Spike's natural state; I have to try pretty hard to kick him out of it. :p

Thank you for the lovely comment. :)
slaymesoftly
Jan. 4th, 2011 12:31 pm (UTC)
Love it. Made for each other, weren't they?
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:36 am (UTC)
I think they were. They'll be very good for each other: he can her make sense of the world, and she's got bits of Dawn and Dru and even Buffy, all rolled into one package.

Glad you liked. :)
gillo
Jan. 4th, 2011 01:19 pm (UTC)
I love this. River's voice works really well; you have her strangeness underpinned by logic down beautifully. It makes a lot of sense that she is a Slayer, and herr memories of Buffy are moving and powerful. Great stuff.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:37 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I really enjoy writing her, even though she can be a real challenge sometimes. And yes, it makes so much sense that she's a Slayer, in addition to whatever mental power-ups she got from the Alliance people.
gryfndor_godess
Jan. 4th, 2011 02:09 pm (UTC)
This is so cool!

One of the girls I am yelled at your wet towels and kissed you in the shower. She gave you birthday parties you didn’t want, and you forgave her because afterwards she touched you the way Kaylee touches Simon. One of the girls I am loved you like Zoe loved Wash. Of course I know your name.

This snapshot of his life with Buffy, especially the comparisons to Kaylee/Simon and Zoe/Wash, is so beautiful. I could quote the whole last part of the story, really. I love how River knows his name, and I love how even after all these centuries, he's not afraid to show his emotions ("tears are following the path of least resistance") even to a virtual stranger. That's our Spike, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. And he still likes playing with hair!!

Your Firefly characters are also awesome- "Vera can't hurt ghosties" is just perfect.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you so much for the lovely comment.

That's our Spike, always wearing his heart on his sleeve.

So true, especially when he's found someone who, if still a virtual stranger, is still a little bit less of one than everyone else.

And I'm really very pleased you liked my Firefly characters - except for River, I'd never written any of them before.

Thanks so much!
louise39
Jan. 4th, 2011 04:03 pm (UTC)
“Will you teach me? I need someone to show me what I’m supposed to be."

I am not very familiar with Firefly but this was lovely. The sad and lonely Spike meeting River and being a partner again.

[Of course, the Buffy remembrances made me teary.]
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:42 am (UTC)
Yay, thank you! It is a pretty Firefly-heavy story, being from River's POV, so I'm glad you found things to like anyway. And yeah, the Spuffy bits snuck in there without even asking me... *g*
brutti_ma_buoni
Jan. 4th, 2011 07:50 pm (UTC)
Great fic! The unwinding of Buffy and Spike, vampires and Slayers in general, in River's mind, and the gradual realisation that Spike is real.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:42 am (UTC)
Yay, thank you! I'm so glad the dream bits worked; this is a higher-concept fic than I've tried in a while. :)
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angearia
Jan. 4th, 2011 11:25 pm (UTC)
Brilliant! I'm absolutely in love with your Firefly characterization. :D

This was so poignant and perfect. A fine gift, indeed.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:43 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you! It's the first time I've ever written Mal or Jayne, so I'm really glad they please, and that you enjoyed the fic. :)
seapealsh
Jan. 5th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
Wow, that was good. I like the idea of River as a slayer - it really works well. And poor Spike - he needs to be needed.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:45 am (UTC)
It just makes so much sense for River to be a Slayer, it seems to me. And yeah, Spike does need to someone to take care of, I think. That Neil Diamond song about being a solitary man? It ain't about Spike. *g*
jedibuttercup
Jan. 5th, 2011 06:24 am (UTC)
*flails* I've seen-- and even written-- Slayer!River a lot of different ways, but this one feels truest yet, very very River POV. Ah, and poor Spike. *hugs them both* They'd be good fo each other, here.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:46 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you so much! It means a lot coming from you, because I know you've written a lot of River-as-Slayer. (I keep seeing your big WIP where Book's her Watcher, and I keep thinking I'll wait until it's done. Oh, well.) I'm very glad you enjoyed. :)
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rebcake
Jan. 5th, 2011 08:03 am (UTC)
Things are becoming problematic.

Ah, the joys of extreme understatement. My favorite!

This captures Spike's connection to the Slayer line so perfectly! It only makes sense that he would cry at being found again, and found useful: no longer the ultimate enemy, but again a Yoda in his own right. I've always known River was a Slayer, but I could really use a lot more of this version. You have every voice and gesture down pat. I want to hear how the centuries have changed Spike, and how he is unchanged, and to see where River takes them. *bats eyes*

You've made me very happy.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:55 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you so much. You know, I kind of want to see more of this, too, although I'd never planned to write a sequel. But this really is only the beginning of their story, however it goes.

You've made me very happy.

Aww! I'm so very glad.
treadingthedark
Jan. 5th, 2011 03:09 pm (UTC)
Lovely. Thanks.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:55 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed. :)
spygrrl76
Jan. 5th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
That was really beautiful. You captured River's voice perfectly. :)
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:55 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
revdorothyl
Jan. 5th, 2011 08:19 pm (UTC)
Beautiful! Wonderful job with the Firefly voices (River and Mal and Jayne, all in character) and with River's approach to Spike:

She calls him by name again because when someone is hungry you feed them.

Yes.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 05:38 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Writing Mal and Jayne were a new challenge; I'm glad to hear they rang true.

I confess, I have a particular fondness for that line. :)
of_too_minds
Jan. 6th, 2011 02:24 am (UTC)
I loved this. One of my favorite crossovers. Poor poor Spike. All those years on his own fighting the good fight... how sad and tragic. River will take good care of him.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 05:39 am (UTC)
Thank you! I expect River and Spike will be very good for each other.

I'm glad you enjoyed. :)
tanpopomofo
Jan. 6th, 2011 02:39 am (UTC)
I love the thought of Spike still being around when all my other favorite characters are around. I have to wonder what Cap'll think about a new passenger?
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 05:40 am (UTC)
I expect there will be a quite a few fireworks when River brings the latest passenger aboard. Lots of male posturing and so forth. :)
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penny_lane_42
Jan. 6th, 2011 02:44 am (UTC)
This is so perfect it hurts. First of all, you have a flawless River voice: that tension between madness and perfect logic. And the cameos by Jayne and Mal are just right too--I especially love how Mal understands her even when he has no clue of her words.

And I've always thought of River as a Slayer, but you upped the ante by giving her all those Slayer dreams--especially Buffy's memories--and her knowing him and knowing he would come is just so perfect. And of course of course of course he has no problem understanding her immediately, because she's got Buffy's Slayerness and Dru's madness, and he understood both of them so well that of course he would understand her. OH MY HEART. And the two of them taking hands and walking towards something. PERFECT.

Thank you so, so, so much. I love this more than I can say. ♥
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 05:43 am (UTC)
YAY. I am so glad you liked. This was written very particularly to you; I had about 900 words from when we talked about crossovers many months ago, but I probably wouldn't have finished it otherwise.

As for Slayer dreams, hey, Dana set the precedent. I didn't need to stretch it much at all. (I do seem to have a thing about River and dreams, though, eh?)

And of course of course of course he has no problem understanding her immediately, because she's got Buffy's Slayerness and Dru's madness

Yes yes yes. Plus she has Dawn's innocence. So, basically: the three women Spike loved most, all in one.

I am so glad you are pleased. :)
adoxerella
Jan. 6th, 2011 03:37 am (UTC)
This was very, very awesome. I already knew you had superb Spike voice from your previous writing, but now I know your River voice is exquisite. Thank you so much for sharing this.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 05:44 am (UTC)
You are very welcome, and thank you for the lovely words. I'm glad you enjoyed. :)
adafrog
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:08 am (UTC)
Cool.
snickfic
Jan. 6th, 2011 05:44 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed. :)
mayireadtoday
Jan. 6th, 2011 04:55 pm (UTC)
Wonderful.
snickfic
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed.
flurblewig
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:59 pm (UTC)
This is just absolutely fantastic. Awesome River voice, wonderful setting and the slayer connection was gorgeously done. Brilliant job all round!
snickfic
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed.
(Anonymous)
Jan. 6th, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC)
that made me incredibly sad but hopeful. wow, what happened to the slayers and spike. I really enjoy these crossovers.
snickfic
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed.
treadingthedark
Jan. 8th, 2011 03:29 am (UTC)
Good GOD that was good!!
I just re-read it, more carefully, less tired, and it was really beautiful. Every word.
snickfic
Jan. 8th, 2011 05:26 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you again! "Beautiful" is high praise indeed. :)
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