F: Respect
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: None
Rating: None
Rating: G
Summary: Mistakes made in wartime. For 5sentence_fics.
Wriggling through the dirt and stones, not daring to put a hand to his head to feel the sticky stain of blood on his face, Mal curses himself for fucking up. For making a mistake that'll turn their brisk, obedient 'yes, sarge' into a faintly mocking one. He's blotted his copybook now or whatever the hell the sayin' is and he just wants some way to sponge it away -- the mistake, or just the blood on his face, right now, either will do.
"Sarge," Tracey whispers, tremors in his voice, just a meter away and on his belly too, "we gonna live?"
There's respect in his voice, knowledge that Mal will give the right answer, and Mal figures he'll take that 'stead of respect and go with it, scraping forward another meter, "Yeah, Tracey, we'll survive."
Pairing: None
Rating: None
Rating: G
Summary: Mistakes made in wartime. For 5sentence_fics.
Wriggling through the dirt and stones, not daring to put a hand to his head to feel the sticky stain of blood on his face, Mal curses himself for fucking up. For making a mistake that'll turn their brisk, obedient 'yes, sarge' into a faintly mocking one. He's blotted his copybook now or whatever the hell the sayin' is and he just wants some way to sponge it away -- the mistake, or just the blood on his face, right now, either will do.
"Sarge," Tracey whispers, tremors in his voice, just a meter away and on his belly too, "we gonna live?"
There's respect in his voice, knowledge that Mal will give the right answer, and Mal figures he'll take that 'stead of respect and go with it, scraping forward another meter, "Yeah, Tracey, we'll survive."