I've started writing
drabble length (100 - 1000 word) fics and I thought I'd post them
here. I'll be writing about all characters, but there will probably
be more Mal than other characters. I'll mostly focus on canon
pairings, and of that mostly Mal/Inara. Ratings will probably be PG
or PG-13, but I'm not going to plan that. Don't expect them to be
posted quickly. Neither will they be posted in any particular order.
They'll go up as I finish them.
The stats for each
story will be posted with that story including rating, characters,
category and spoilers.
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and, hopefully enjoy as well.
Title: Final Rights
Summary: Mal, Zoe and Wash post Serenity.
Characters: Mal, Zoe
Category: General/Tragedy
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Serenity (the movie), set post movie
Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly.
Author's Note: Enjoy and kindly review.
Final Rights
It's already almost midnight when Mal goes up to the bridge to find Zoe already there. He knows he should tell her to let it be; she could open the wound in her back - of course, he could open the wound in his gut and he's come up for the very same reason - but she's not just cleaning out debris. She's clearing it out to get to the body of the man she loves, so Mal stays silent.
Her face is set and her demeanor stolid. You could almost think that she's leaning over a stranger and not her husband, but only if you didn't know her. Mal hurts for her, because he does know her. He hurts for himself, because while it was the Reavers who killed him, it was Mal's decision - the one he didn't give anyone a choice in - that lead to this.
"Zoe," he says after a moment and isn't ashamed when his voice cracks slightly.
She looks up from her work, matching his gaze evenly.
You don't have to do this, his eyes say. This is a duty that I'll take from you if you want.
I'm doing this, sir. Her stare is as firm as the words it implies. It's my right.
"If I'm intruding you let me know," he says softly, "but in my mind, this is a job for two sets of hands."
Zoe just looks at him for a moment. "Two sets," she finally concedes. "But not three."
"No," Mal agrees, as he shuts and locks the door behind him. "Not three."
Fin
Please, please, please review. Any kind of review is great. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.