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Entry tags:
F: Frozen
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Mal would take a bullet for him, so... Timeline here.
"Nice shot," Mal says, to Zoe. She shakes her head.
"Wasn't me, sir." There's something disapproving about her face, a thinness to her lips. Mal swings round to look at Jayne, who shakes his head -- he's wearing a disbelieving sort of look. Something clenches tight in Mal's stomach.
"Simon?"
The voice comes from behind him. "Yes," the doc says, and Mal turns round quickly to fix him with a glare. He harbours brief thoughts of grabbing him, shaking him, asking him what the hell he thought was doing. But the shell-shocked look on Simon's face, as if he can't believe what he's just done, kills that impulse dead. The doctor looks up, though, something challenging in his eyes. "You'd take a bullet for me. I put a bullet in someone for you."
"An' your hypocritic oath?"
"Hippocratic," Simon says, automatically. He's looking down at the gun in his hands. He takes a deep breath. "I thought he was going to kill you. This gun was there. I..."
Mal steps forward and grips Simon's shoulders. Some part of him is frozen, disbelieving that Simon would do such a thing for him. "Thank you. But don't do it again. I know... It kills you."
Simon's eyes drop. "I'll do whatever I have to do," he says, stubbornly.
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Mal would take a bullet for him, so... Timeline here.
"Nice shot," Mal says, to Zoe. She shakes her head.
"Wasn't me, sir." There's something disapproving about her face, a thinness to her lips. Mal swings round to look at Jayne, who shakes his head -- he's wearing a disbelieving sort of look. Something clenches tight in Mal's stomach.
"Simon?"
The voice comes from behind him. "Yes," the doc says, and Mal turns round quickly to fix him with a glare. He harbours brief thoughts of grabbing him, shaking him, asking him what the hell he thought was doing. But the shell-shocked look on Simon's face, as if he can't believe what he's just done, kills that impulse dead. The doctor looks up, though, something challenging in his eyes. "You'd take a bullet for me. I put a bullet in someone for you."
"An' your hypocritic oath?"
"Hippocratic," Simon says, automatically. He's looking down at the gun in his hands. He takes a deep breath. "I thought he was going to kill you. This gun was there. I..."
Mal steps forward and grips Simon's shoulders. Some part of him is frozen, disbelieving that Simon would do such a thing for him. "Thank you. But don't do it again. I know... It kills you."
Simon's eyes drop. "I'll do whatever I have to do," he says, stubbornly.