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For alizarin_nyc who requested Mal/Mason (Firefly/Dead Like Me) with the prompt: "It's Mal's time."
For those of you who don't know DLM, Mason is a reaper. Reapers release people's souls before their bodies die and point them to their afterlife. They have human bodies and do human things, but when they touch their assignments, that's when the soul is released. In Dead Like Me, the reapers have a boss, Rube, who hands out Post-it note assignments with a name, time and place to each reaper. Mason and George (female) are reapers, and in this case they are join by some other dead people you might know. ;) Generally, reapers can't stop death, but there are loopholes.
Also: So not drabble sized. Nearly 400 words. Didn't want to cheat this pairing *ahem* Mason was too fun to write. So, anyway...
For You I know I'd Even Try to Turn the Tide, Because You're Mine, I Walk the Line. - Johnny Cash
M. Reynolds. Battle of Serenity Valley. How the fuck was he supposed to find this bloke in all of this mess and guns and shit? Mason never was one for this soldiering stuff, God save the Queen and all that. Too...messy. And not in an early-morning-sticky-sheets way. Not that he got much of that mess these days anyhow.
Mason glanced down at the eyes rolling back in the head at his feet. Definitely too messy.
“Rey-nolds!” Mason gave a good roar and cupped his hands around his mouth. Mason had taken to this method when all the Alliance/Independence fighting had started. Too many blokes walking around together to go around asking people who they were. Sometimes he had five within minutes of each other. The job was taking its toll these days.
Yelling seemed to do the trick.
“Something you want, soldier? I’ve got a battle to fight here, might put yourself to some use if you’re just going to stand around like that.”
M. Reynolds didn’t even look at him, just kept on keeping on even though Mason could tell he was on the losing side.
“Move!” Reynolds shoved another guy into Mason and out of the way of some shrapnel, and they all fell together, Mason feeling the weight of this man against him. Not in the heavy sense, but in the important sense. This bloke was going to do something, not turn into worm food. He was already doing it; couldn’t stop him.
The man was smiling. In the middle of a war and this man was smiling. And those blue eyes could really make a bloke look at them. Not that Mason noticed that sort of thing. No way. “Ready for a fight?” Reynolds asked Mason, helping the guy up on top of him. The guy who had just unknowingly saved M. Reynold’s life.
Mason scrambled up and turned away, careful not to touch Reynolds before he yelled thanks and hightailed back to his transport. This man wasn’t dying today.
- - -
“He missed his appointment, Boss.”
“Right, of course. Got tied up, did he? Well, we all know how you hate those dark, shaggable looking ones, Mason.” Wesley glanced back at his planner with a distinct smirk on his face, as George and Fred snapped their heads up to stare at Wes first and then Mason.
For those of you who don't know DLM, Mason is a reaper. Reapers release people's souls before their bodies die and point them to their afterlife. They have human bodies and do human things, but when they touch their assignments, that's when the soul is released. In Dead Like Me, the reapers have a boss, Rube, who hands out Post-it note assignments with a name, time and place to each reaper. Mason and George (female) are reapers, and in this case they are join by some other dead people you might know. ;) Generally, reapers can't stop death, but there are loopholes.
Also: So not drabble sized. Nearly 400 words. Didn't want to cheat this pairing *ahem* Mason was too fun to write. So, anyway...
For You I know I'd Even Try to Turn the Tide, Because You're Mine, I Walk the Line. - Johnny Cash
M. Reynolds. Battle of Serenity Valley. How the fuck was he supposed to find this bloke in all of this mess and guns and shit? Mason never was one for this soldiering stuff, God save the Queen and all that. Too...messy. And not in an early-morning-sticky-sheets way. Not that he got much of that mess these days anyhow.
Mason glanced down at the eyes rolling back in the head at his feet. Definitely too messy.
“Rey-nolds!” Mason gave a good roar and cupped his hands around his mouth. Mason had taken to this method when all the Alliance/Independence fighting had started. Too many blokes walking around together to go around asking people who they were. Sometimes he had five within minutes of each other. The job was taking its toll these days.
Yelling seemed to do the trick.
“Something you want, soldier? I’ve got a battle to fight here, might put yourself to some use if you’re just going to stand around like that.”
M. Reynolds didn’t even look at him, just kept on keeping on even though Mason could tell he was on the losing side.
“Move!” Reynolds shoved another guy into Mason and out of the way of some shrapnel, and they all fell together, Mason feeling the weight of this man against him. Not in the heavy sense, but in the important sense. This bloke was going to do something, not turn into worm food. He was already doing it; couldn’t stop him.
The man was smiling. In the middle of a war and this man was smiling. And those blue eyes could really make a bloke look at them. Not that Mason noticed that sort of thing. No way. “Ready for a fight?” Reynolds asked Mason, helping the guy up on top of him. The guy who had just unknowingly saved M. Reynold’s life.
Mason scrambled up and turned away, careful not to touch Reynolds before he yelled thanks and hightailed back to his transport. This man wasn’t dying today.
- - -
“He missed his appointment, Boss.”
“Right, of course. Got tied up, did he? Well, we all know how you hate those dark, shaggable looking ones, Mason.” Wesley glanced back at his planner with a distinct smirk on his face, as George and Fred snapped their heads up to stare at Wes first and then Mason.