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Title: Feels Too Damn Much Like Home
Rating: R
Characters: Mal, Zoë, Wash, Kaylee, Jayne, Inara with a brief
appearance by Bester
Pairings: Zoë/Wash
Love Story: Roger/Mimi from Rent
Word count: 6,869
Warnings: Pre-series so nothing to spoil
Prompt: Too Much
Summary: Zoë isn't ready for someone to come into her life, until she realizes she let him in anyway.
Notes: This is for shinyhearts Valentine's Day Challenge for
shanalle I hope you enjoy. Also thanks to my Wash for putting up with all my edits and assisting me. <3
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 3
In the following weeks, Zoë and Hoban danced around each other. Zoë would yell at him for the littlest things and he would yell right back at her. This usually resulted in Zoë stalking off the bridge and both Bester and Mal staying out of her way. Hoban had even shaved off his moustache in an attempt to get her to like him. She noticed but didn't say anything about it.
Bester had proven himself to be utterly useless and had been replaced by a cheerful young woman named Kaylee. She was always smiling and happy, which bothered Zoë at first. But as Zoë got to know the new mechanic, she realized this was her way for dealing with the 'verse.
One night, while Serenity was parked on Santo, Hoban came into the galley humming. Zoë looked up from cleaning her weapons. He stalked towards her, a strange look on his face, his eyes captivating hers.
"Let's go out tonight." He had a mischievous smile on his face. He pulled her to her feet. "Come on. We're planet side for the first time in weeks. Let's go out."
She turned away and back to the table. "No." She sat back down and picked up her sawed off, and started to polish it again.
He took her hand. "Come on. Let's go find a bar and relax. You never relax. We'll get Kaylee and Mal and make a night of it." He leaned down to speak near her ear. "Come on, Zoë. Let's go out tonight."
His breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine. Part of her wanted to turn and kiss him. But she pushed him away and pointed her sawed off at him, standing up.
"Who do you think you are?" He held up his hands and backed away from her. "Barging in on me like that?" She motioned to the door behind him. "The door is that way. Take your dinosaurs and your sweet whispers and get out of here." If he didn't leave soon, Zoë was sure she was going to cry.
Hoban paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Look, I know that you've been through a lot. But you can't just freeze your heart." He took a breath. "I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring and I can't change the past, but I do know that there is no day but today."
Zoë lowered her gun, placing it on the table. "That sounds very adult coming from someone who plays with dinosaurs." She crossed her arms. "You don't know a damn thing about me." She couldn't handle this. He didn't understand how his voice effected her, how his eyes made her melt on the inside. God, if this was any other place, any other time, she'd be in his arms. But she couldn't.
But he wasn't ready to give up. He took a step towards her, a brave move on his part since her gun was still in reach. "We must let go to know what's right. Let go of the past and stop worrying about the future. I can't control the future, neither can you. But I trust my soul and what it's telling me to feel. I just want to be. You have to give in to love or live in fear. "
Zoë looked at him like he was crazy, though part of her knew he was right. "Why can't you hear the words I'm telling you?" She threw her hands in the air and turned away from him. "You don't know anything about me, so don't just come in here like you do." She whipped around, eyes fierce. But the look on his face, so honest, made her lose the harsh words she had for him. Instead, she said quietly. "Another day." She picked up her gun and holstered it, walking past him to her bunk and locking it behind her.
*
Zoë sat on her bed and buried her face in her hands. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just accept that he was a good man and she wanted to be with him? She had been hurt, it's true. But he wanted her anyway.
"Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?" She asked these questions aloud, not having an answer to a single one.
Rating: R
Characters: Mal, Zoë, Wash, Kaylee, Jayne, Inara with a brief
appearance by Bester
Pairings: Zoë/Wash
Love Story: Roger/Mimi from Rent
Word count: 6,869
Warnings: Pre-series so nothing to spoil
Prompt: Too Much
Summary: Zoë isn't ready for someone to come into her life, until she realizes she let him in anyway.
Notes: This is for shinyhearts Valentine's Day Challenge for
shanalle I hope you enjoy. Also thanks to my Wash for putting up with all my edits and assisting me. <3
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 3
In the following weeks, Zoë and Hoban danced around each other. Zoë would yell at him for the littlest things and he would yell right back at her. This usually resulted in Zoë stalking off the bridge and both Bester and Mal staying out of her way. Hoban had even shaved off his moustache in an attempt to get her to like him. She noticed but didn't say anything about it.
Bester had proven himself to be utterly useless and had been replaced by a cheerful young woman named Kaylee. She was always smiling and happy, which bothered Zoë at first. But as Zoë got to know the new mechanic, she realized this was her way for dealing with the 'verse.
One night, while Serenity was parked on Santo, Hoban came into the galley humming. Zoë looked up from cleaning her weapons. He stalked towards her, a strange look on his face, his eyes captivating hers.
"Let's go out tonight." He had a mischievous smile on his face. He pulled her to her feet. "Come on. We're planet side for the first time in weeks. Let's go out."
She turned away and back to the table. "No." She sat back down and picked up her sawed off, and started to polish it again.
He took her hand. "Come on. Let's go find a bar and relax. You never relax. We'll get Kaylee and Mal and make a night of it." He leaned down to speak near her ear. "Come on, Zoë. Let's go out tonight."
His breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine. Part of her wanted to turn and kiss him. But she pushed him away and pointed her sawed off at him, standing up.
"Who do you think you are?" He held up his hands and backed away from her. "Barging in on me like that?" She motioned to the door behind him. "The door is that way. Take your dinosaurs and your sweet whispers and get out of here." If he didn't leave soon, Zoë was sure she was going to cry.
Hoban paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Look, I know that you've been through a lot. But you can't just freeze your heart." He took a breath. "I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring and I can't change the past, but I do know that there is no day but today."
Zoë lowered her gun, placing it on the table. "That sounds very adult coming from someone who plays with dinosaurs." She crossed her arms. "You don't know a damn thing about me." She couldn't handle this. He didn't understand how his voice effected her, how his eyes made her melt on the inside. God, if this was any other place, any other time, she'd be in his arms. But she couldn't.
But he wasn't ready to give up. He took a step towards her, a brave move on his part since her gun was still in reach. "We must let go to know what's right. Let go of the past and stop worrying about the future. I can't control the future, neither can you. But I trust my soul and what it's telling me to feel. I just want to be. You have to give in to love or live in fear. "
Zoë looked at him like he was crazy, though part of her knew he was right. "Why can't you hear the words I'm telling you?" She threw her hands in the air and turned away from him. "You don't know anything about me, so don't just come in here like you do." She whipped around, eyes fierce. But the look on his face, so honest, made her lose the harsh words she had for him. Instead, she said quietly. "Another day." She picked up her gun and holstered it, walking past him to her bunk and locking it behind her.
*
Zoë sat on her bed and buried her face in her hands. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just accept that he was a good man and she wanted to be with him? She had been hurt, it's true. But he wanted her anyway.
"Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?" She asked these questions aloud, not having an answer to a single one.