Firefly triple drabble: 'Having Normal'
Title: Having Normal
Author: Signe
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Wash/Zoe
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
A/N: For lasheremaleth, who's probably forgotten that she gave me the prompt Wash/Zoe, normal. A coda to 'War Stories', so no movie spoilers.
When it comes down to it, dying turns out to be surprisingly easy. It hurts a helluva lot, even more'n the time Wash landed on a gou shi cactus wearing nothing but his birthday suit, and it took days for his ma to get all the needles out. But still, it's easy. You just stand there - not got a whole lotta choice when you're all strapped up - and wait for the current to go up or the knife to go deeper. You don't have to do a damn thing, 'sides a bit of screaming and some (manly) fainting: the other guy gets to do all the work, gets all the fun.
Getting up the next morning? Well, that's not so easy. Not easy at all.
*
"Gan ni niang," Wash grunts as he gingerly turns over in bed and slips an arm across Zoe.
"Sore, honey?"
Wash looks up at Zoe, pleadingly. "You always feel this bad after a mission?"
Zoe shrugs noncommittally. "I don't get tortured on the average job."
"You sure? You're not just saying that to be kind, so as not to worry me? 'Cos if this is your normal kinda job, I'm not so sure I want-"
"Don't go there."
"I'm just sayin'-"
"I love my job." Zoe doesn't raise her voice, but she knows how to make her point. Wash knows the battle's lost.
"I know," he says, quietly. Resigned.
"Besides," and now she's smiling, running a fingernail down Wash's chest, "it has perks."
"It does, does it?"
"I get to come back to my incredible husband and have incredible post-mission sex."
"Incredible, huh?"
"Oh yes. Incredible. You up for some post post-mission sex?"
Wash lifts the covers and looks down his body appraisingly.
"Well, whaddya know? Looks like I am."
Author: Signe
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Wash/Zoe
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
A/N: For lasheremaleth, who's probably forgotten that she gave me the prompt Wash/Zoe, normal. A coda to 'War Stories', so no movie spoilers.
When it comes down to it, dying turns out to be surprisingly easy. It hurts a helluva lot, even more'n the time Wash landed on a gou shi cactus wearing nothing but his birthday suit, and it took days for his ma to get all the needles out. But still, it's easy. You just stand there - not got a whole lotta choice when you're all strapped up - and wait for the current to go up or the knife to go deeper. You don't have to do a damn thing, 'sides a bit of screaming and some (manly) fainting: the other guy gets to do all the work, gets all the fun.
Getting up the next morning? Well, that's not so easy. Not easy at all.
*
"Gan ni niang," Wash grunts as he gingerly turns over in bed and slips an arm across Zoe.
"Sore, honey?"
Wash looks up at Zoe, pleadingly. "You always feel this bad after a mission?"
Zoe shrugs noncommittally. "I don't get tortured on the average job."
"You sure? You're not just saying that to be kind, so as not to worry me? 'Cos if this is your normal kinda job, I'm not so sure I want-"
"Don't go there."
"I'm just sayin'-"
"I love my job." Zoe doesn't raise her voice, but she knows how to make her point. Wash knows the battle's lost.
"I know," he says, quietly. Resigned.
"Besides," and now she's smiling, running a fingernail down Wash's chest, "it has perks."
"It does, does it?"
"I get to come back to my incredible husband and have incredible post-mission sex."
"Incredible, huh?"
"Oh yes. Incredible. You up for some post post-mission sex?"
Wash lifts the covers and looks down his body appraisingly.
"Well, whaddya know? Looks like I am."