Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly in any way, shape, or form.
A/N: Snippets in this chapter take place in Out of Gas and Ariel.
Chapter 3
- Out of Gas -
"I'm not leaving you," Simon insisted. "Mal, this is ridiculous. I won't let you do this. You'll die if you stay here alone. If I stay - I could help you, I could..."
"Shh," Mal said softly. He stepped closer, until they were almost touching. Simon could feel the heat radiating from his body - and a flash of a terrible thought, of how cold his body would become if Mal stayed, went through his head.
"There's so many things…" Mal trailed off, an unreadable look on his face.
"What?" Simon prompted, then something hit him over the head and everything went black.
"Things I wanted to say to you," Mal said softly to Simon's unconscious form. "Jayne! Get Simon to the shuttle."
He may have to die today, but hell if he was going to let his beautiful doctor die too.
"I can't believe you," Simon scowled at Mal, who was lying on one of the infirmary beds. "You hit me."
"You were threatening to stay," Mal shrugged, then hissed in pain as Simon jabbed him with a needle. "What was that?"
"Necessary injections," Simon said sweetly.
"My arm's getting sore," Mal complained after the third needle.
"Oh, would you rather I stick it in your ass?" Simon put his hands on his hips.
"Whoa, way too much information," Wash groaned from the chair by his unconscious wife's side.
"Just - just be gentle with me. I've never…" Mal pretended to shiver, and threw his head back as his body moved slightly to the side. In doing so, he created the start of a scene that Simon had been imagining for a long time…
Feeling almost as if Mal was mocking his fantasies, Simon grabbed the last needle and jabbed it fiercely into Mal's ass.
"Ahhh!" Mal cried in shock. Simon just smiled smugly.
"I guess I forgot the lube," he said mockingly.
Wash couldn't stop laughing for a long time.
- Ariel -
"I'm not entirely comfortable with this," Mal admitted to Simon when they were alone.
"Don't worry - it's going to work," Simon brushed him off and continue to go through his med bag.
"I mean… I don't like the idea of you being dead, Doc," Mal admitted.
Simon looked up with surprise, and saw the dark look Mal was giving him.
"It's only for a few minutes… It's not like I'll really be dead."
"One minute's too much," Mal growled, slowly stepping closer.
Simon stood with his mouth open, unsure of what that meant, exactly.
"Well, hopefully you won't need a doctor just then," he said faux cheerfully. "I'll be back on my feet sewing the crew back up in no time."
Mal just turned and walked away. That wasn't what he had meant at all.
Damn clueless Simon.
Just when he was sure they were doomed… There was the sound of a shotgun blast, and then the door was drifting open.
It was Mal. His hero… again. Oh, and Zoe, of course.
"Time to go," Mal said, his eyes locked with Simon's.
The doctor nodded and pushed his sister gently forwards.
"You okay?" Mal asked roughly into Simon's ear right before they all started walking quickly away, led by Zoe.
"Yeah… That was too close," Simon declared.
He shivered as he felt Mal's hand on the small of his back as they climbed up some stairs. How did the simplest little gesture have such an effect on him?
What was Mal trying to do anyways, Simon wondered. Ever since he'd admitted he was sly, he could swear Mal was trying to tease him… Little flirting comments here and there, and a lot more touching than before…
If it didn't stop soon, Simon was sure he was going to go crazy.