FireflyWater in One Hand by ana_grrl, Mal/SimonWhat I love about this fic is that it shows a very realistic problem that might occur with terraforming, and the likely tragic fallout. The way the story was written, alternating between a general view of the catastrophic drought and our Big Damn Heroes' own story, and the effects of the change on their own lives, reminded me some of the format of John Steinbek's The Grapes of Wrath, except for, of course, it's not near as long. Very cool.Quote: It's slow at first. There are rumours – wells running dry on Whitefall, old reservoirs becoming useless on Lilac. But new wells can be dug, rivers can be diverted to form new reservoirs. People adapt, even if whole towns have to pick up and move a few hundred miles to a new watering hole."Just another terraforming quirk," Mal hears one night, when he's tucked away in a corner of a bar, waiting for a contact. "Ain't nothing to worry about."And maybe it isn't. Humans were nomads long before they took it into their heads to settle in villages and towns and giant gorram cities. So maybe this is just a new kind of nomadism – but with whole towns, instead of small groups. Following water, instead of following herd animals.Optimism, Mal thinks, always holds out for a while, even when things start looking grim.