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F: Nothing Will Change
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Wash/Zoe, Mal/Zoe
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Wash is planning to propose; Mal gets in first. Written for the Back to Firefly challenge.
"Marry me."
Life on Serenity is interestin' these days, now they've (mostly) got off the ground, thanks to the too cheerful mechanic and the almost equally cheerful pilot, the latter of which Zoe happens to be dating. Every day has its own surprises, but mostly not ones like this, involving the captain giving her the most serious look in his not-serious repertoire, distinguishable from actual seriousness by the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Sir?" she asks, warily. "What did you just say?"
He shrugs slightly, looking the picture of innocent. "I asked you to marry me."
"Have you taken leave of your senses lately?"
"Not that I'm aware."
She contemplates that for a moment, and then recalls that if he is mad, he's not likely to say so -- and not likely to know he is anyway. She toys with the idea of checking his temperature but settles for one of her long, questioning silences, until the grin twitching at the corners of his mouth takes over and he smiles openly.
"Relax, Zo', I ain't crazy or anythin' like that." He even winks. "You need to learn to be a little more gentle with a guy when you're breakin' his heart, y'know. I'm guessin' mine ain't the only proposal you'll be receivin' in the next few days."
"Captain?"
"Yes?"
"You disturb me."
He grins a little more, despite her completely straight face, and she resists the urge to grin as well. She passes him a crate to stack with the others and he takes it, laughing a little to himself, as she thinks over what he said. She wonders for a moment about the last part -- "ain't the only proposal you'll be receivin' in the next few days..."
Could Wash be planning to...?
He's waiting for her to pass him the next crate and she shakes herself free of her thoughts as she picks it up, passes it to him, and helps him steady it on top of the stack. She wants to turn the conversation to something normal -- some more comfortable territory, like how much higher they can stack those crates and how high they're designed to be stacked, but he's suddenly giving her one of his actually serious looks.
"Wash'll be a good husband, you know."
"I thought you objected to shipboard romances," she says, inanely.
"I learn to tolerate 'em in the end," he says with a shrug. She can see all of a sudden that he'd like to tell her serious things -- things best saved for deathbeds and the like. Things like I'd marry you if things were like that between us, but things ain't like that and she don't want to hear that. It's not a thing either of them has ever felt any need to say before now, and she doesn't see why there'd be a need now. She grabs another crate and starts on a new stack, not lookin' up at him.
"Won't change a thing, sir."
Zoe feels a relaxation in the tension, then, like that's what he was worryin' about, and maybe it was. "Good. Good to hear, Zo'."
Pairing: Wash/Zoe, Mal/Zoe
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Wash is planning to propose; Mal gets in first. Written for the Back to Firefly challenge.
"Marry me."
Life on Serenity is interestin' these days, now they've (mostly) got off the ground, thanks to the too cheerful mechanic and the almost equally cheerful pilot, the latter of which Zoe happens to be dating. Every day has its own surprises, but mostly not ones like this, involving the captain giving her the most serious look in his not-serious repertoire, distinguishable from actual seriousness by the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Sir?" she asks, warily. "What did you just say?"
He shrugs slightly, looking the picture of innocent. "I asked you to marry me."
"Have you taken leave of your senses lately?"
"Not that I'm aware."
She contemplates that for a moment, and then recalls that if he is mad, he's not likely to say so -- and not likely to know he is anyway. She toys with the idea of checking his temperature but settles for one of her long, questioning silences, until the grin twitching at the corners of his mouth takes over and he smiles openly.
"Relax, Zo', I ain't crazy or anythin' like that." He even winks. "You need to learn to be a little more gentle with a guy when you're breakin' his heart, y'know. I'm guessin' mine ain't the only proposal you'll be receivin' in the next few days."
"Captain?"
"Yes?"
"You disturb me."
He grins a little more, despite her completely straight face, and she resists the urge to grin as well. She passes him a crate to stack with the others and he takes it, laughing a little to himself, as she thinks over what he said. She wonders for a moment about the last part -- "ain't the only proposal you'll be receivin' in the next few days..."
Could Wash be planning to...?
He's waiting for her to pass him the next crate and she shakes herself free of her thoughts as she picks it up, passes it to him, and helps him steady it on top of the stack. She wants to turn the conversation to something normal -- some more comfortable territory, like how much higher they can stack those crates and how high they're designed to be stacked, but he's suddenly giving her one of his actually serious looks.
"Wash'll be a good husband, you know."
"I thought you objected to shipboard romances," she says, inanely.
"I learn to tolerate 'em in the end," he says with a shrug. She can see all of a sudden that he'd like to tell her serious things -- things best saved for deathbeds and the like. Things like I'd marry you if things were like that between us, but things ain't like that and she don't want to hear that. It's not a thing either of them has ever felt any need to say before now, and she doesn't see why there'd be a need now. She grabs another crate and starts on a new stack, not lookin' up at him.
"Won't change a thing, sir."
Zoe feels a relaxation in the tension, then, like that's what he was worryin' about, and maybe it was. "Good. Good to hear, Zo'."
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I'll add it to the list! Thank you for taking and writing all of these prompts!
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