Shepherd Derrial Book (i_nevermarried) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-03-26 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | malcolm reynolds, shepherd book, zoe washburne |
Wayfaring Stranger (tag: Mal & Zoe)
Book was still digesting all that had been revealed to him. He’d learned a great deal in his conversation with the young man, Jesse Custer. Wasn’t exactly settling, but it was enlightening. How was he to exist in such a place?
But then, hadn’t been all that long ago that he’d been asking himself that very question after landing in the midst of a certain crew. Seemed like a lifetime ago now. Also seemed like a bit of a cakewalk in comparison to this place. After all, a few crimes were easier to deal with than the fact that there was a section of The City where color simply ceased to exist. There’d been many a time on Serenity where he’d prayed for patience and guidance. Here, he didn’t even know what he was praying for. Just that he was praying.
There was an old folk song that kept ringing through Book’s head. The one about being a poor, wayfaring stranger, while traveling through a world of woe. Despite the plaintive melody, it was a song of hope, a song of promise. In the World To Come there was a reward guaranteed for the faithful, and this world was only a passing fancy. It was just that a body had to live through the here and now to get to the hereafter. And hopefully make a difference in the meanwhile. Might be a bit more challenging in a place like this, but Book couldn’t turn his back on his calling just because his location had changed.
He’d been spending some time getting to know the place, or at least the bits around the parsonage. Which quickly proved Jesse’s words true: things did move about. That wasn’t as much fun as the shepherd tried to convince himself it could be, but it did make getting home some days a bit more interesting. He’d been deliberately skirting around the park, not so much to avoid running into the boy again as it was that he wasn’t really ready for more revelations just yet. Saint John of Patmos he was not.
Today, he found himself on some unfamiliar streets, unsure what part of The City he was in. Which meant he had no idea how to get home. Or how close he was to that forest that looked back at folks. Now that he thought on it, it had been a while since he’d seen another person, just buildings. Where was he? Might be a good idea to be figuring that out, and to keep a sharp eye out. Places that were deserted like this were usually not the safest places for a lone person to be standing.
“I’m just going over Jordan,” he hummed, half under his breath, turning around to walk back the way he’d just come, “I’m just going over home.”