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F: Interpreter
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Simon's back late. Timeline here.
"Doc's been gone a good two hours now," Zoe says, quietly. Mal doesn't look at her.
"I'm fully aware of that."
"Do you think -- "
"Thirty more minutes and we're going out to look for him." He gets up, stretching a little, fighting hard to keep his face blank and calm, like he's only a little vexed. "I'm going to go and rearrange some of the crates in the hold. There's gotta be a better way to stack 'em."
Which Zoe knows full well just means that he wants to be somewhere he can watch out for Simon coming. She gets up and follows him. "You ever thought of tellin' him?"
"Tellin' him what?"
"How you feel."
"I'm surely goin' to give him a piece o' my mind when he gets in. Wanted to be off this rock two hours ago."
"That isn't what I meant," Zoe says, quiet and firm. Mal gives her an annoyed look.
"What I feel about Simon Tam ain't any of your -- "
"Talking about me?"
Zoe looks up. Simon stands there quite calmly, obviously on his way to the infirmary with an armful of supplies. She braces herself.
Mal takes a deep breath. Zoe almost don't see him move: one moment he's at her side, and the next he's right in front of Simon, sliding a hand into his hair and kissing him roughly, quickly, in front of her -- which for Mal is a confession in and of itself.
"When I say you can dawdle and take more than an hour about getting supplies, you can," Mal says, firmly, pulling away from Simon. "Don't pull this again."
And then he's off, stalking past Simon and off into the hold. Simon gives Zoe a very confused look.
She shrugs. It ain't her place to play interpreter, and besides -- top three percent should be able to figure it out all on his own.
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Simon's back late. Timeline here.
"Doc's been gone a good two hours now," Zoe says, quietly. Mal doesn't look at her.
"I'm fully aware of that."
"Do you think -- "
"Thirty more minutes and we're going out to look for him." He gets up, stretching a little, fighting hard to keep his face blank and calm, like he's only a little vexed. "I'm going to go and rearrange some of the crates in the hold. There's gotta be a better way to stack 'em."
Which Zoe knows full well just means that he wants to be somewhere he can watch out for Simon coming. She gets up and follows him. "You ever thought of tellin' him?"
"Tellin' him what?"
"How you feel."
"I'm surely goin' to give him a piece o' my mind when he gets in. Wanted to be off this rock two hours ago."
"That isn't what I meant," Zoe says, quiet and firm. Mal gives her an annoyed look.
"What I feel about Simon Tam ain't any of your -- "
"Talking about me?"
Zoe looks up. Simon stands there quite calmly, obviously on his way to the infirmary with an armful of supplies. She braces herself.
Mal takes a deep breath. Zoe almost don't see him move: one moment he's at her side, and the next he's right in front of Simon, sliding a hand into his hair and kissing him roughly, quickly, in front of her -- which for Mal is a confession in and of itself.
"When I say you can dawdle and take more than an hour about getting supplies, you can," Mal says, firmly, pulling away from Simon. "Don't pull this again."
And then he's off, stalking past Simon and off into the hold. Simon gives Zoe a very confused look.
She shrugs. It ain't her place to play interpreter, and besides -- top three percent should be able to figure it out all on his own.
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