It was over. For now at least. The battle had been won. Nearly all the crew had made it to see the morning after. Of course, that thought brought no comfort for Zoë. Here she sat, alone in the bridge, no clear emotion on her face as she stared at that empty seat. Captain said to get started on repairin' and recoverin'. She didn't miss him lookin' straight at her when he said that all quiet like. She instantly offered to repair the bridge. No one argued. When she turned to start, she heard him say that it could wait a day. There was still a funeral to be had. She had just walked away. She had fixin' to do. Though, now she was lost on where to start. She had an idea on what needed to be fixed, which was more or less everything, but couldn't find the will power to look away from that gorram chair and get started. His body was gone. Jayne and the Captain had taken care of it. They hadn't even asked her to help. One of the strongest gals in the 'verse, and she didn't even have the strength in her to pull out a damn harpoon. No, she wouldn't think of that. She moved herself to stand, realizing if she stayed there, thinkin' and starin' at the dried blood and that hole through the back of his old seat, she'd find herself in a place she didn't need to be. So, she watched the floor instead. She didn't truly expect to see a dinosaur lookin' back up at her. They were all scattered on the ground, palm trees as well. Musta been knocked down during their landing. Picking one up, she examined it. She tried to remember what the one with all those plates on its back was named. All of 'em had names. He had said once, how could they have a soul if they don't got a name? She suddenly regretted never taking the time to learn them all. Slowly, she set them all back up on the control panel. It was a place to start the repairs. When that last one, bully-one looming over the lesser creatures, was finally in place, she realized she had other things to do. Technical sorts of things. Things that would get them as far from his place as possible. 'Course, she'd only be useful if she could get her hands to stop shaking.
((Couple notes I need to make; Wash's death hit me hard. I didn't expect to cry in the theater, seein as I just started watching the show a month or so ago, if that. Still I cried from that scene till the credits. The grave got the sobs going, but what really hit home was the dinosaurs all set up on the console again. That KILLED me. Anyways, I could only see Zoë setting them up again, thus this bunny was born and wouldn't go away. This is my first posted fic of Firefly(i have a much fluffier longer fic that requires beta-ing to the X-treme.) so be kind in your comments.))