Ficlet: Leaving (Firefly)
Title: Leaving
Word Count: 257
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Inara(/Mal)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): none
Summary: Inara is leaving Serenity
Notes: Written for a challenge at writerverse. Prompt is 'moving day.'
Leaving
The last of Inara’s trunks had been loaded onto the mule and she could see Wash fidgeting impatiently. This planet was a little closer to Alliance territory than any of the crew was comfortable with, and Wash was as anxious as any of them to get back into the sky. And yet she lingered, taking her time as she descended the stairs to the cargo bay for the last time. She felt every seam in the metal railing, every imperfection echoing through the pads of her fingers as she trailed them along the support.
She reached the lower level and stopped to accept yet another hug from a tearful Kaylee. Goodbyes had been said earlier and most of the crew had gone back about their tasks already. Giving Kaylee a firm squeeze and a warm smile, she disengaged and took her seat next to Wash. She felt the vibrations through the seat as Wash started the mule and they pulled away from Serenity. Hands folded tightly in her lap, she refused to turn and look for him.
They had barely spoken since she had told him of her finalized plans to leave Serenity and to take a position at the Training House. He hadn’t even attended her farewell party, begging off with such a manufactured excuse that it had embarrassed Zoe even to repeat it. If that was the way he wanted it, she had no cause to argue. She kept her eyes trained forward, sure that the sense of being watched was simply her traitorous imagination.
Word Count: 257
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Inara(/Mal)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): none
Summary: Inara is leaving Serenity
Notes: Written for a challenge at writerverse. Prompt is 'moving day.'
Leaving
The last of Inara’s trunks had been loaded onto the mule and she could see Wash fidgeting impatiently. This planet was a little closer to Alliance territory than any of the crew was comfortable with, and Wash was as anxious as any of them to get back into the sky. And yet she lingered, taking her time as she descended the stairs to the cargo bay for the last time. She felt every seam in the metal railing, every imperfection echoing through the pads of her fingers as she trailed them along the support.
She reached the lower level and stopped to accept yet another hug from a tearful Kaylee. Goodbyes had been said earlier and most of the crew had gone back about their tasks already. Giving Kaylee a firm squeeze and a warm smile, she disengaged and took her seat next to Wash. She felt the vibrations through the seat as Wash started the mule and they pulled away from Serenity. Hands folded tightly in her lap, she refused to turn and look for him.
They had barely spoken since she had told him of her finalized plans to leave Serenity and to take a position at the Training House. He hadn’t even attended her farewell party, begging off with such a manufactured excuse that it had embarrassed Zoe even to repeat it. If that was the way he wanted it, she had no cause to argue. She kept her eyes trained forward, sure that the sense of being watched was simply her traitorous imagination.