A few Firefly ficlets
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cmk418Even though I have been working diligently on my Oz challenge, I've also been posting a bit to the Firefly fandom. Here's a sampling of some Zoe-centric fic that I've posted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
firefly100. Read on if you're interested. The first two stories go together and the last two do as well. (Oh, and if you've seen "Firefly" and not the movie "Serenity", you may not want to go further.)
Say it with Flowers, but Not that One
Zoe hated roses. Of the few relationships that she had, those men who had courted her and brought her red roses were soon shown the door. Now, roses had become something of a red flag to her. Men that brought roses didn’t know what she liked, they just settled for tradition.
When Wash walked in and presented her with a bouquet of orange daisies, daffodils, red tulips and purple asters, a mix that reminded her of one of his shirts, she knew he saw something in her that the others didn’t. Maybe, she thought, maybe this one had a chance.
Favorite Flower
Zoe woke to the soft sound of something landing next to her. Three daffodils, bound by a ribbon, were lying on Wash’s pillow.
River spoke as Zoe passed through the cockpit. “He said daffodils were your favorite and wanted to make sure you had them on your special day.”
He hadn’t forgotten.
Simon was arranging a bouquet of tulips in a vase when Zoe walked into the galley. “Once when we were waiting for you and River to get back from a job, he said he always wanted you to have your favorite flower for your anniversary.”
He hadn’t forgotten.
Jayne waylaid her in the cargo bay. “Got something for ya.”
Zoe took one look at the bunch of orange flowers tucked into his holster and bit back a laugh. “Daisies, my favorite.”
Jayne smiled proudly. “Little man said they were. Never expected him to go first.”
Zoe hoped she could get through the day with no more surprises. This last one almost undid her. She was in her bunk, getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the hatch. “Come in.”
Mal descended the ladder and saw the vase. “Got room for a few more?”
He handed her a bouquet of purple asters. “Remember you always said you’d marry the man who brought these. Moment I saw Wash had ‘em in that bouquet, I knew we were in trouble.”
Zoe started arranging the flowers in the vase. “He was unique, that’s for sure. Sir, did he ever mention anything to you, about what you should do if...”
“He knew I’d take care of you, Zoe. Didn’t have to ask for more’n that.”
“So the flowers...”
“I knew they were your favorite. Thought you’d like ‘em.”
Zoe looked from the bouquet to Mal. She smiled.
He hadn’t forgotten.
**********************
Finding Peace
Mal looked down at Zoe, curled up in the pilot’s chair. She’d taken to sleeping up here most nights. He was surprised the first time he’d spotted her, but he’d come to expect it now. She shifted slightly, mumbling words to half a conversation that only she understood. Mal was tempted to wake her, but at present, he could see no reason to risk disturbing her tentative grasp on peace. Her soft smile and relaxed breathing calmed him. Always did, he thought, settling into the co-pilot’s seat, angling his body so he could watch her until his eyelids grew heavy.
Upon Awakening
Zoe opened her eyes. It didn’t surprise her that Mal was sleeping in the chair next to her, resuming his place as the guardian of her dreams. They’d been that for each other in the past, might as well continue the trend in the present. Time hadn’t changed him much since Serenity Valley. At least here he was able to relax. His eyelids hadn’t so much as twitched as she watched him. She wondered how many nights he’d slept like this, managing to escape before she stirred. Let him keep his secrets, she thought, letting her eyes close once again.
firefly100. Read on if you're interested. The first two stories go together and the last two do as well. (Oh, and if you've seen "Firefly" and not the movie "Serenity", you may not want to go further.) Say it with Flowers, but Not that One
Zoe hated roses. Of the few relationships that she had, those men who had courted her and brought her red roses were soon shown the door. Now, roses had become something of a red flag to her. Men that brought roses didn’t know what she liked, they just settled for tradition.
When Wash walked in and presented her with a bouquet of orange daisies, daffodils, red tulips and purple asters, a mix that reminded her of one of his shirts, she knew he saw something in her that the others didn’t. Maybe, she thought, maybe this one had a chance.
Favorite Flower
Zoe woke to the soft sound of something landing next to her. Three daffodils, bound by a ribbon, were lying on Wash’s pillow.
River spoke as Zoe passed through the cockpit. “He said daffodils were your favorite and wanted to make sure you had them on your special day.”
He hadn’t forgotten.
Simon was arranging a bouquet of tulips in a vase when Zoe walked into the galley. “Once when we were waiting for you and River to get back from a job, he said he always wanted you to have your favorite flower for your anniversary.”
He hadn’t forgotten.
Jayne waylaid her in the cargo bay. “Got something for ya.”
Zoe took one look at the bunch of orange flowers tucked into his holster and bit back a laugh. “Daisies, my favorite.”
Jayne smiled proudly. “Little man said they were. Never expected him to go first.”
Zoe hoped she could get through the day with no more surprises. This last one almost undid her. She was in her bunk, getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the hatch. “Come in.”
Mal descended the ladder and saw the vase. “Got room for a few more?”
He handed her a bouquet of purple asters. “Remember you always said you’d marry the man who brought these. Moment I saw Wash had ‘em in that bouquet, I knew we were in trouble.”
Zoe started arranging the flowers in the vase. “He was unique, that’s for sure. Sir, did he ever mention anything to you, about what you should do if...”
“He knew I’d take care of you, Zoe. Didn’t have to ask for more’n that.”
“So the flowers...”
“I knew they were your favorite. Thought you’d like ‘em.”
Zoe looked from the bouquet to Mal. She smiled.
He hadn’t forgotten.
**********************
Finding Peace
Mal looked down at Zoe, curled up in the pilot’s chair. She’d taken to sleeping up here most nights. He was surprised the first time he’d spotted her, but he’d come to expect it now. She shifted slightly, mumbling words to half a conversation that only she understood. Mal was tempted to wake her, but at present, he could see no reason to risk disturbing her tentative grasp on peace. Her soft smile and relaxed breathing calmed him. Always did, he thought, settling into the co-pilot’s seat, angling his body so he could watch her until his eyelids grew heavy.
Upon Awakening
Zoe opened her eyes. It didn’t surprise her that Mal was sleeping in the chair next to her, resuming his place as the guardian of her dreams. They’d been that for each other in the past, might as well continue the trend in the present. Time hadn’t changed him much since Serenity Valley. At least here he was able to relax. His eyelids hadn’t so much as twitched as she watched him. She wondered how many nights he’d slept like this, managing to escape before she stirred. Let him keep his secrets, she thought, letting her eyes close once again.
