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F: Indicators
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey knew he'd be okay. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Think I'm bleedin', Mal."
It was cover. Just about. Good cover, even, by Tracey's usual standards, and Mal dropped down into it with Tracey, cursing softly as his ankle sank into mud.
"How bad?"
"Bad."
Tracey was lookin' kind of pale, so Mal decided that he probably had made a fairly decent assessment of affairs. And it was true that he could smell the blood -- which, while not unusual nowadays, was still a fair indicator that something was wrong.
"You'll be alright."
Tracey looked up at him and smiled. This kinda adoring, kinda worrying smile. "I know, sarge. I got you to look after me."
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey knew he'd be okay. For
ficlets100."Think I'm bleedin', Mal."
It was cover. Just about. Good cover, even, by Tracey's usual standards, and Mal dropped down into it with Tracey, cursing softly as his ankle sank into mud.
"How bad?"
"Bad."
Tracey was lookin' kind of pale, so Mal decided that he probably had made a fairly decent assessment of affairs. And it was true that he could smell the blood -- which, while not unusual nowadays, was still a fair indicator that something was wrong.
"You'll be alright."
Tracey looked up at him and smiled. This kinda adoring, kinda worrying smile. "I know, sarge. I got you to look after me."