Title: Metal Butterfly
Author:
razycrandomgirlFandom: Firefly, Mal/Zoe
Rating: G
Prompt: For the
10_cliche_fics Table One: No Way Out
Warnings: Mal, Zoe (canon & non shippy)
Disclaimer: All Joss. I just wanna play with them.
Author’s Notes: Just want to say thanks to
capnzoe for being my beta. Also special thanks to
ceslas for planting this seed in my head during one of our many talks. I love you ladies.
Zoë looked down at her Captain. She sighed deeply giving the slightest shake of her head. There was a question on her face.
“I don’t have time to explain Zoë. You think we could get on to the escaping part of the plan?”
“So you actually planned on getting captured, sir?”
“Zoë.”
She gave a little smirk at the not so hidden frustration in his voice then lowered herself beside where he sat propped against the wall. She reached up into her hair and pulled at the barrette clinging to the warm curls. Bringing it down to rest in her hands she pressed on the wings of a metal butterfly.
“Where’d you get that frippery?”
She shushed him and he heard a small clink as metal snapped apart. There was a glimmer of light showing a hidden blade. Zoë’s hair came around to cradle her face; she blew at it, annoyed, as she worked on Mal’s bonds.
“Inara gave it to me. It was a gift.”
He looked up at her, a question in his eyes. She ignored it and focused on her task. Mal was feeling courteous because she was freeing him again and let his question drop … for now.
“You know Zoë, sometimes I think the only reason you keep all that hair around is just so you can carry more weapons.”
She gave him another smirk as the ropes finally fell away.
“You aren’t wrong about that, sir.”
Ps I hope this didn't suck too bad. -makes face-