Recycled
Rated: PG
Category: Gen, Mal/Zoë Friendship, Angst, Double Drabble, IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: An Old Friend of Mal's Moves On.
Note: This one is dedicated to that very special dressed up five shot .38 caliber Taurus Model 85 Revolver we all know so well.
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It's cold.
Unnatural cold.
Shouldn't ought to be this cold. Not in this company.
I'm only cold when I'm alone, which ain't real often.
Usually, I'm with him.
And with him, even if the wind chills me, I never freeze.
He's always there.
Supporting me.
I've counted on his warmth for a long time.
But now, I'm cold all over.
So very, very cold.
I'm cold a long time before warmth touches me again.
Hers.
I've known it before, and it's a comfort.
Another fondles me, but she slaps him off.
She tucks me away, safe, but still cold.
Later, she holds me again, and I know my fate is uncertain.
She wants to leave me with him, but she's far too practical for that.
Back in the dark I go.
The night comes when she finds me in a hurry.
I barely register her touch before she uses me as I was meant.
Quick and fast and hard and without hesitation, I kill for her.
And then I feel it again.
Warmth.
Suffusing and surrounding me.
Next thing I know, I slide into an old home on a new thigh.
And it's warm.
So pleasantly warm.
Thank you, Zoë.