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F: Try
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: No tricks left. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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It's been a long night -- a long couple of nights, a long week of nights, and Wash is pretty sure he hasn't slept more than an hour on any given night. A dangerous cargo and it's burning a hole in the hold, and they're near out of fuel, and the Alliance is closing in. No more tricks, no more strength to fly any way but straight on.
"Time for some dangerous flying, Wash," Mal tells him, a low voice in his ear, but Wash doesn't know what to do.
"I ain't got any ideas for you, Mal," he warns, and flicks a switch, and then smiles, because smiling denies the reality of it, "but I can try."
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: No tricks left. For
5sentence_fics.It's been a long night -- a long couple of nights, a long week of nights, and Wash is pretty sure he hasn't slept more than an hour on any given night. A dangerous cargo and it's burning a hole in the hold, and they're near out of fuel, and the Alliance is closing in. No more tricks, no more strength to fly any way but straight on.
"Time for some dangerous flying, Wash," Mal tells him, a low voice in his ear, but Wash doesn't know what to do.
"I ain't got any ideas for you, Mal," he warns, and flicks a switch, and then smiles, because smiling denies the reality of it, "but I can try."