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15_minute_ficWelcome to 2008! I hope everyone had a fantastic festive season and celebrated the new year in style.
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Today's word is: blatant
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on 2008-01-07 02:44 am (UTC)Title: The Right Thing to Do
Fandom: Firefly (pre-movie)
Characters: Mal, Kaylee
Rating: G-PG ?
Word count: 597
Kaylee's arms latched onto one another as she stood defiantly in front of Mal, eyes narrowed. He knew this look -- She always squinted at him like that for one of two reasons. Either she did it because she knew something about him that he didn't want anyone else to know, or because she was angry about one of the most recent choices he'd made. This happened with 8 out of 10 choices.
He looked up at her from under his defined brow and sighed. He didn't need her interruptions right now; at the moment he was the one flying Serenity, and she wasn't in the best condition, as was customary for her. He took one last glance at the glowing autopilot button on the switchboard and brought his full attention to Kaylee.
"I told you already. Wash ain't coming back for now." His tone was bitter. Of course, your tone would be bitter too if one of your best friends had just left you hanging for some dying old lady. ...Even if that old lady was your friend's grandmother. Sheesh.
"Come on, captain! How would you feel if your gramma was dying on some planet way out practically on the edge of the 'verse?" She looked like she was about to cry. Wasn't it obvious that they had to get back there to help them? Wasn't the life of a loved one more important than a job they had to do? She glared even harder at Mal, who was shaking his head, his eyes once again straight in front of him. The deep dark of space was starting to depress him.
"I ain't flying back now anyhow."
The two of them were silent, the hum of the cockpit room the only sound filling the air. The smell and sound and discomfort were making Mal sick. He threw a glance at Kaylee, who had been staring at him the whole time. She let her arms fall to her sides and her back slouch. Mal began mumbling, until it turned into full sentences that made even less sense than his mumbling...
"Zoe abandoned us too... Damned kids chasing after some expired life... Trying to make it last longer than it should. She's been dead for years now, I guarantee... Not having anyone there to look out for her. No wonder she was in the state she was in. I didn't even know Wash still had a grandmother. She's ancient. They should've just left her there, and we woulda been on our way to the job, to Persephone with the loot, and then back to that miserable system for a nice little funeral. Now, wouldn't that be shiny?"
His voice had grown from a low tone of anger until he sounded raving mad, talking more to himself than to Kaylee. She was crying, but she managed to get out something coherent.
"Mal!" She blurted out suddenly. "What about Tracey?! We gave him a funeral. We had a job to do then, dint we? But we stuck around 'til he was good and dead and we gave him a funeral. He ain't even part of our family! And Wash is a part of our family, so his gramma's gotta be part of it too!"
He sighed, looking up at her regretfully. "You're a right pain in the ass, Kaylee." But as angry as he seemed, he leaned over silently and switched off the autopilot. "But we're going back." His face remained stony, but inside he was furious with himself. He really needed to stop that whole blatantly-disregarding-the-truth type of thing.