Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Buffy or Firefly they are the brainchild of Joss Weadon and owned by Fox.
Serenity:
By the time my thoughts came back into focus, Simon had already given Mal something to knock him out he could work on his leg. As Simon prepared what he needed, I cut open Mal's pant leg and started to clean the area around the bullet wound. When Simon turned around he looked surprised.
"You have medical training?" he asked still looking at how I had cleaned it up and prepped area for him.
"No, just got hurt a lot." I smiled at him hoping he would let it go. He didn t say anything just went to work getting the bullet out of Mal s leg. Finally stitching it up and bandaging. By the time he was finished Mal was coming out of the sedation.
"Heya Doc." Mal smirked still a bit stoned from the meds. His grin grew wider when he looked up to me. I just smiled shyly back at him. I knew this man was going to be my undoing. He drifted right back off again.
"Simon? How's he doin?" Zoey's voice floated into the room
"He will be fine." Simon seemed distracted
"Good. Buffy? How bout I show you to your room?" I looked at Zoey and I could tell she hadn't made an assessment of me yet.
"That would be great. Can we stop by my shuttle first so I can get my stuff?" She just nodded and led the way out of medical. We made our way to the cargo bay. "Thank you for this. It was nice of you to get this in here for me." She didn t comment. When we arrived I opened the doors and left them open while I grabbed my bags. I didn't want her to think I was up to something. She seemed ready to pounce on me. "All set." Once again she didn t say anything back, just led me back through the ship to my quarters.
Everything had a very military feel to it. I started to unpack my belongings, what few of them I had anyway. I set up my bed and pulled out the book Whistler gave me. It was a history of sorts of here , let's see what I got myself into...