I have no idea why I made this... Oh well, Wash is awesome. I don't own these, but if I did; the Harry Potter movies would've been a lot better, and Firefly would've been several seasons long. Dang Fox. Maybe Harry should go visit them. Enjoy! :)
As the Reaver's harpoon crashed through the ship's hull, heading straight for Wash's chest, it suddenly stopped in mid air. Zoe hurried to her husband, quickly wrapping him in a relieved hug; while Mal stared at the floating harpoon with a raised brow. "Well, I'll be. This has got to be one of the strangest things I've ever witnessed. And that's saying a lot."
"Your pilot had to live, the fans demanded it."
Malcolm Reynolds whirled around at the new voice, and he spotted a green-eyed young man in a stylish flame-patterned black trench coat. The newcomer was leaning against the wall across from the room's other occupants. Mal eyed him suspiciously. "Where did you come from? And how is that-" he pointed to the still levitating weapon, "-even possible?"
The strange man exuded a powerful aura, and he answered with a smirk. "I'm the Master of Death, I've been defying logic since year one; so when I heard people cry out in despair I knew I had to use my abilities to save the life of Hoban Washburne."
"T-the Master of Death…? Wha-"
"I change events to appease the peoples. I'm also known as "the protector of the feels" whatever that means." He shrugged.
Wash was merely staring at the object that, in another reality, would've killed him. Then he had a sudden thought, "if you appease the people, then what about bringing the dinosaurs back?" Zoe's eye twitched at her husband's absurd question.
"Oh, that. Yeah, that's already been done. In another universe, these scientists used this DNA thingy to make dinosaurs, and they made an amusement park. Sadly, a lot of people were eaten because the creatures got out. Also because they picked a crappy security guard." The Master of Death grinned at Wash's crestfallen expression.
"Don't you all have to send out a signal to show everyone just how bad oppressive governments are, or something?" He smirked as the three crew members of the Firefly-class ship, Serenity, ran out of the cockpit; already having lost focus on the meeting with the strange man. They were preoccupied with not dying from Reavers, and spreading the truth about just what really happened on the planet of Miranda.
"Ah, another job well done. You're welcome, people everywhere." Harry Potter sighed cheerfully to himself. "Well, back to work." Because there will always be better ways to cause drama than ending a beloved character's life. So The Master of Death teleported through the dimensions to the next grand adventure.