Spoilers: Firefly/Serenity
Summary: Short fic/drabble I wrote for whedonland 's "My Favorite Weapon" competition.
Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly/Serenity. No profit made, no infringement intended.

River's not a girl. Not when the 'verse is bursting with Reavers and the sky's raining fire. River is a weapon, loaded and triggered. My fingers wrap around the cold steel of a gun, and click, just a body where there used to be a person. When my finger's on the trigger, the million thoughts that rush through me every moment are gone. There's just one clear thought and I feel empty and bursting at the same time.

The only thing that makes me more than a body, more than a weapon, is my brain. Wants, dreams and feelings, all rushing inside the same skull that turns me into a weapon. Guns can misfire, swords can break, but my synapses and neural pathways can beat anything the 'verse can throw, including a River trying to be a girl. Hidden in my brain lies the girl I can be. Also, I can kill you with it.