Firefly: Malcolm Reynolds/Simon Tam, five stages of a relationship: confession
Title: Dreams
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Theme: Confession
Rating: G
The galley's deserted. Or it should be, at this time of night. Mal raises an eyebrow at Simon. "What're you doing up at this time of night?"
The boy smiles, just a bit, though he doesn't quite look at him properly, and he holds up his glass. "Drinking, mostly. Care to join me?"
Mal nods, moving to grab his own glass and pulling out a chair next to Simon at the table, pouring himself some of Kaylee's latest attempt. "How is it?"
"It's alcohol," Simon says, smiling that half-smile of his again. It isn't anywhere near the smile he's seen on Simon's face before, and he's annoyed that somehow that matters to him. He covers it by sipping at his drink.
"So. What's got you up late an' moping like this? Is it about you an' Kaylee?"
He shakes his head. "Cold as it sounds, I never really thought Kaylee and I would work out. I just don't want to go to sleep. Nothing more than that."
Mal leans back in his chair, takes a good swallow of his drink, and grimaces theatrically at the taste. "Bad dreams, then?"
Simon looks away from him now. "Not bad dreams, just ones I don't want to be having."
"I can sympathise with that," Mal mutters, thinking of some of his own. He glances up at Simon again, though. "Don't do no good to run from them though, I think. What're they about?"
"Some of them," Simon says, slowly, deliberately, "start like this. And then they move quickly toward one bunk or another."
He drains his drink, gets up, washes the glass out and puts it away, and leaves, all before Mal manages to come up with a response.
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Theme: Confession
Rating: G
The galley's deserted. Or it should be, at this time of night. Mal raises an eyebrow at Simon. "What're you doing up at this time of night?"
The boy smiles, just a bit, though he doesn't quite look at him properly, and he holds up his glass. "Drinking, mostly. Care to join me?"
Mal nods, moving to grab his own glass and pulling out a chair next to Simon at the table, pouring himself some of Kaylee's latest attempt. "How is it?"
"It's alcohol," Simon says, smiling that half-smile of his again. It isn't anywhere near the smile he's seen on Simon's face before, and he's annoyed that somehow that matters to him. He covers it by sipping at his drink.
"So. What's got you up late an' moping like this? Is it about you an' Kaylee?"
He shakes his head. "Cold as it sounds, I never really thought Kaylee and I would work out. I just don't want to go to sleep. Nothing more than that."
Mal leans back in his chair, takes a good swallow of his drink, and grimaces theatrically at the taste. "Bad dreams, then?"
Simon looks away from him now. "Not bad dreams, just ones I don't want to be having."
"I can sympathise with that," Mal mutters, thinking of some of his own. He glances up at Simon again, though. "Don't do no good to run from them though, I think. What're they about?"
"Some of them," Simon says, slowly, deliberately, "start like this. And then they move quickly toward one bunk or another."
He drains his drink, gets up, washes the glass out and puts it away, and leaves, all before Mal manages to come up with a response.