Author: kaly
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: K+
Classification: drabble, angst, AU
Spoilers: Blink and you miss it for Out of Gas.
Summary: Mal reflects on a final irony.
Notes: My one attempt at the Firefly-verse and Mal's voice. Just a little drabble.
Disclaimer: Joss, Universal and FOX (the last ones undeservingly) own them, not me.
Last Call
Everyone dies alone. It figured that life, or death as it were, would prove him wrong. He'd laugh if it wouldn't finish that hun dan fence's job all the quicker.
"Hold on, Captain."
Mal grunted. Simon wouldn't appreciate being told his business, even if he knew better than the doc on this account.
"Not alone?"
"Sir?" Zoe.
"Now don't that just figure."
"Cap'n?" Kaylee's pain pulled at him.
"Sorry, mei-mei."
The movement around him stopped and he could imagine their faces. He felt Kaylee's hand cover his and Simon touch his forehead. He smiled.
"Xiexie."
Then he felt no more.
fin
Translations:
hun dan: son of a bitch
xiexie: thank you
