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F: Dead Cold
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey and a syringe full of (seeming) death. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
firefly100.
He's almost been dead once or twice. Never quite been dead dead which is why this injection -- even if it's just drugs -- is kind of very daunting. It's very unnerving to lie down in the coffin in the crate -- "I'm not lifting a boy like you into that, so you just lie down in there to start with" -- and it's kind of cold, and there's a cold clamp of terror closing somewhere in Tracey's guts.
"Ready?" the man asks, prepping his syringe. Tracey wants to tell himself he's in good hands, but the scars on those hands and the man's face might tell another story.
"As I'll ever be," he whispers, and closes his eyes.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey and a syringe full of (seeming) death. For
firefly100.He's almost been dead once or twice. Never quite been dead dead which is why this injection -- even if it's just drugs -- is kind of very daunting. It's very unnerving to lie down in the coffin in the crate -- "I'm not lifting a boy like you into that, so you just lie down in there to start with" -- and it's kind of cold, and there's a cold clamp of terror closing somewhere in Tracey's guts.
"Ready?" the man asks, prepping his syringe. Tracey wants to tell himself he's in good hands, but the scars on those hands and the man's face might tell another story.
"As I'll ever be," he whispers, and closes his eyes.
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