It had taken a while to get to understanding Kaylee. Who had time to admire the little things like strawberries when most folks were barely scraping by?
Zoe was starting to realize that there was no point whatsoever in relying on appearances. Appearances could damn well get them all killed.
“Them that don’t want to get paid, don’t have to help,” Mal said, trying to head off the nightly barrage of complaints that had come with this job.
All along there had been one overriding question occupying his mind. Why? True he had been sidetracked for a while with learning what they had done to River, but he never strayed far from wondering why.
Simon approached her carefully, afraid of what would happen if he startled her. She was staring so intently that Simon would almost believe that she could see the music coming through the speakers.
The voices are her, but not her. Fragments and shards. Pieces.
(Serenity Spoilers) - The memories came and went like lightning, scorching and burning her from the inside out.
Wash came up to the dining room door and was disappointed to see that the light was on. He'd been hoping to make his smuggling run on the kitchen in private.
There were two people on his ship he never wanted to find opposite him in a fight. Jayne was big, strong, and a dead shot, but at least Mal could outsmart him. Zoe though? She was right dangerous on all counts.
If she wanted to leave, more power to her. It would make life aboard his ship a lot less complicated. (Mal/Inara)
Somehow Kaylee had to break the fear that was coursing through her, muddlin’ her thoughts and freezin’ her solid.
“What the gorram hell is he doing?! Having tea!” Mal bellowed, not at all happy about being pinned down in his own cargo bay. He was getting mighty tired of getting shot at on his own ship.
“Mal, that was eight years ago. Things have changed. The ratings have slipped so the producers started hounding me to add some flash. One of them suggested this.”
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Faith rolled her shoulders, trying to get the kinks out of her neck. She glanced in the mirror and noticed the bruise on her cheek was already fading
Angelus discovers something beautiful in Angel’s apartment, and then finds a way to twist it.
Giles knew there was nothing he could say that could ever take away what she’d done. He could forgive Willow a hundred times over, but it wouldn’t matter until she could forgive herself.
As Drusilla twirled past, she saw that Spike had set his jaw. He wasn’t going to play tonight. Pity. Dru wanted to play.
At the sound of screaming, Xander dropped his book bag and tore down the hallway.
First her Angel, her dark sire, now her pretty Spike. Drusilla wonders what’s wrong with her. Maybe she’s wicked and naughty and that’s why her sire and childe are both afflicted with this curse.
Soon he could lie down, slip into sleep or unconsciousness, and let the pain slip away. Giles hurt. Badly. But he didn’t want to admit that to Anya.
The Lone Gunmen
The tango was about isolation and loneliness, and Yves was tired of both of them. Right now she just wanted closeness. She wanted to be held.
“We’re going to need someone who looks the part to go in -- someone who could pass for an intellectual and an environmentalist,” Frohike said.
She kept dreaming that this child was hers and forgetting that she wasn’t. Not really.
Dracula (the novel)
Count Dracula hung upside down in a tree outside her window, gazing in with bat eyes at the beautiful creature asleep on the bed. Her face was waxen, her breathing shallow, and her head still like a porcelain doll’s resting against the pillow.
Team Knight Rider
The C-5 continued down the taxiway and Kyle turned off onto a different route, planning to cut it off at the last point before SkyOne would be fully on her own -- the last turn off before she reached the runway.