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F: Satisfaction
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He only wishes he could see Mal's expression when he hears the recording. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
Tracey pictures Mal's face as he ends the recording. The sadness, the disillusionment maybe, all the things that the sarge has always been due because he expected too much from the world back during the war. It hurts a little, but Tracey bites his lip hard to drive back the feeling. "Serves you right," he says, to nobody, "always expecting me to turn out good. You left me."
In reality, he left Mal. They'd had something, on Hera, but he'd been too scared to stay, too scared of their relationship and too scared of the war. A convenient injury had come along and though Zoe and Mal's care was just fine, he took the option to leave then. But he's scared of admitting to his cowardice, and he knows he's doubly the coward for that.
It makes him angry. He throws the little device down, wishing it would smash. If it smashed, he'd have to find his own way, this bein' his last chance and all. But it doesn't. So he'll go through with this and get himself mailed to Mal.
"For once, Zoe won't be first. No war'll be first. It'll be me. Little Tracey. You'n your crew an' even Zoe'll be thinking of me then. Just me."
There's satisfaction in saying that to nobody. He wishes he could really see Mal's face when he hears that recording. That'd be like a victory. He smiles to think of that. But at the same time, Tracey is crying.
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He only wishes he could see Mal's expression when he hears the recording. For
over_look.Tracey pictures Mal's face as he ends the recording. The sadness, the disillusionment maybe, all the things that the sarge has always been due because he expected too much from the world back during the war. It hurts a little, but Tracey bites his lip hard to drive back the feeling. "Serves you right," he says, to nobody, "always expecting me to turn out good. You left me."
In reality, he left Mal. They'd had something, on Hera, but he'd been too scared to stay, too scared of their relationship and too scared of the war. A convenient injury had come along and though Zoe and Mal's care was just fine, he took the option to leave then. But he's scared of admitting to his cowardice, and he knows he's doubly the coward for that.
It makes him angry. He throws the little device down, wishing it would smash. If it smashed, he'd have to find his own way, this bein' his last chance and all. But it doesn't. So he'll go through with this and get himself mailed to Mal.
"For once, Zoe won't be first. No war'll be first. It'll be me. Little Tracey. You'n your crew an' even Zoe'll be thinking of me then. Just me."
There's satisfaction in saying that to nobody. He wishes he could really see Mal's face when he hears that recording. That'd be like a victory. He smiles to think of that. But at the same time, Tracey is crying.