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F: Something To Smile About
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Tracey has gained a little optimism. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Tracey is smiling. There is dust and dirt in his hair from their scramble out of the collapsing building, and his cheek is bleeding in a slow ooze of thick blood, but he is smiling, even grinning, and his eyes are on Mal. Mal shifts uncomfortably, wiping the dirt away from his gun and checking it to avoid Tracey's eyes and his irrational smile. "You're grinnin' again," he says, after a moment, because it doesn't seem like Tracey realises how daft he looks.
"Naturally. We're alive, we got outta there. Don't see why I shouldn't be grinning."
Mal sweeps his eyes over the desolation around them and includes Tracey in his look, sitting down on a pile of rubble to clear his gun properly. "This ain't much to grin about, kid. We might've lost Zoe and any number of our people."
"Always somethin'," Tracey says, grinning again and sitting down next to Mal, his elbow jabbing into Mal's ribs briefly, earning him a brief glare. "There's always somethin' to smile about, I mean."
Mal's snort is derisive, but he doesn't mean it quite as mean as it sounds. Tracey's newfound optimism makes him feel a little better somewhere inside himself. It's better than the boy who sat there eating beans and looking like a tragedy, saying that he wasn't ready to lay down his life, that the cause weren't worth it. It's nice to see him hopeful, bright, alive.
He's about all that is.
"Long as I'm livin', I'll find somethin' to grin about," Tracey says, more softly, and then nudges Mal again. He takes a minute to look up, but Tracey waits, and grins at him when he does. Leans close and kisses him, out of the blue, as if he knew all about those troublesome feelings Mal'd been feeling lately in relation to him. From a need to protect came a need to -- well -- cherish, in a way, and from that came what Mal might reluctantly call love.
And now Tracey is kissing him.
It's a relatively brief kiss, and Tracey is pulling back almost before Mal has figured out what's going on.
And he's grinning again. "There, 'n' now I've kissed you, and you have somethin' to grin about too, whether you do grin or not."
"Idiot," Mal tells him, with that grudging affection in his voice. He looks down at his gun again, finishing cleaning it, waiting for Tracey to look away out of stubbornness before he lets the smile tug at his lips.
Tracey really is something.
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Tracey has gained a little optimism. For
30_shinyfics.Tracey is smiling. There is dust and dirt in his hair from their scramble out of the collapsing building, and his cheek is bleeding in a slow ooze of thick blood, but he is smiling, even grinning, and his eyes are on Mal. Mal shifts uncomfortably, wiping the dirt away from his gun and checking it to avoid Tracey's eyes and his irrational smile. "You're grinnin' again," he says, after a moment, because it doesn't seem like Tracey realises how daft he looks.
"Naturally. We're alive, we got outta there. Don't see why I shouldn't be grinning."
Mal sweeps his eyes over the desolation around them and includes Tracey in his look, sitting down on a pile of rubble to clear his gun properly. "This ain't much to grin about, kid. We might've lost Zoe and any number of our people."
"Always somethin'," Tracey says, grinning again and sitting down next to Mal, his elbow jabbing into Mal's ribs briefly, earning him a brief glare. "There's always somethin' to smile about, I mean."
Mal's snort is derisive, but he doesn't mean it quite as mean as it sounds. Tracey's newfound optimism makes him feel a little better somewhere inside himself. It's better than the boy who sat there eating beans and looking like a tragedy, saying that he wasn't ready to lay down his life, that the cause weren't worth it. It's nice to see him hopeful, bright, alive.
He's about all that is.
"Long as I'm livin', I'll find somethin' to grin about," Tracey says, more softly, and then nudges Mal again. He takes a minute to look up, but Tracey waits, and grins at him when he does. Leans close and kisses him, out of the blue, as if he knew all about those troublesome feelings Mal'd been feeling lately in relation to him. From a need to protect came a need to -- well -- cherish, in a way, and from that came what Mal might reluctantly call love.
And now Tracey is kissing him.
It's a relatively brief kiss, and Tracey is pulling back almost before Mal has figured out what's going on.
And he's grinning again. "There, 'n' now I've kissed you, and you have somethin' to grin about too, whether you do grin or not."
"Idiot," Mal tells him, with that grudging affection in his voice. He looks down at his gun again, finishing cleaning it, waiting for Tracey to look away out of stubbornness before he lets the smile tug at his lips.
Tracey really is something.
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