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F: Translucent
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey is there at his own funeral. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jamileigh17's prompt of "snow".
Tracey is there, though they don't see him. He always hated the snow, and for a moment he wonders why he asked Mal to bring him back here, to the snow and ice and rock of St. Albans. Still, it is home -- or at least, his family is here: his mother, crying, the other members of his family looking strong, trying to comfort her.
He always did make her cry. At least this is the last time -- hopefully, the last time, anyway.
Mal's expression, though. That's the wonder of it. Even after all that Tracey did, the sarge is stood there, looking like his heart got ripped out. Tracey'd dearly love to comfort him, make a joke, like he used to. Reach out and touch his shoulder: the old signal that he's there, ready and waiting, listening.
He can't even touch the snow now -- can't feel the bitter cold.
He watches as the doctor guy takes Kaylee's hand in his. He's glad of that, at least, that the Kaylee girl has a little comfort. They could've had something, though god knows what. He probably wouldn't have stayed on Serenity long anyway.
Mal looks up, all of a sudden, and smiles that tiny, bitter smile of his: like he can see him. Tracey smiles back, and reaches out a translucent hand.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey is there at his own funeral. For
jamileigh17's prompt of "snow".Tracey is there, though they don't see him. He always hated the snow, and for a moment he wonders why he asked Mal to bring him back here, to the snow and ice and rock of St. Albans. Still, it is home -- or at least, his family is here: his mother, crying, the other members of his family looking strong, trying to comfort her.
He always did make her cry. At least this is the last time -- hopefully, the last time, anyway.
Mal's expression, though. That's the wonder of it. Even after all that Tracey did, the sarge is stood there, looking like his heart got ripped out. Tracey'd dearly love to comfort him, make a joke, like he used to. Reach out and touch his shoulder: the old signal that he's there, ready and waiting, listening.
He can't even touch the snow now -- can't feel the bitter cold.
He watches as the doctor guy takes Kaylee's hand in his. He's glad of that, at least, that the Kaylee girl has a little comfort. They could've had something, though god knows what. He probably wouldn't have stayed on Serenity long anyway.
Mal looks up, all of a sudden, and smiles that tiny, bitter smile of his: like he can see him. Tracey smiles back, and reaches out a translucent hand.