Fic: Death Struck (Mal)
Title: Death Struck
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal, Wash, Book, rest of the crew mentioned in passing
Prompt: #007 Death
Word Count: 264
Rating: G
Summary: It never did get any easier to deal with.
Notes: Written for writers30days. 9/5/11.
Death. It never did get any easier to deal with. Lives lost in any manner left behind pain. The wrenching feeling a person gets in their gut when they lose a loved one was not one that could be ignored. It was much worse when the death was an unnatural one, a death occurring well before the person’s time should be up.
In this case, it was two of his crew. Mal had allowed himself to care for these people and they cared for him, and then he led them right to their deaths. Wash wasn’t supposed to be caught up in anything like this. He was a pilot, a simple man, who possessed no ill feelings toward enemy and friend alike. He joked around and was cheery and always ready to defend those he felt were being unrightly targeted.
And Shepherd Book was a preacher. Hadn’t always been, Mal knew, but that he had been in the time he was on Serenity was something. Something that mattered. Book belonged to some old rock, in amongst his rock garden and preachy whatever they weres. Not dead. Not gone from this world. He didn’t deserve any of this. Neither of them did.
But then, that’s how death struck. It didn’t care who it took down or who it hurt in the process. It just was. It took who it wanted and left everyone else until their time. And that was just it. Everyone would have their time. Each and every one of his remaining crew had their own deaths to look forward to some day.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal, Wash, Book, rest of the crew mentioned in passing
Prompt: #007 Death
Word Count: 264
Rating: G
Summary: It never did get any easier to deal with.
Notes: Written for writers30days. 9/5/11.
Death. It never did get any easier to deal with. Lives lost in any manner left behind pain. The wrenching feeling a person gets in their gut when they lose a loved one was not one that could be ignored. It was much worse when the death was an unnatural one, a death occurring well before the person’s time should be up.
In this case, it was two of his crew. Mal had allowed himself to care for these people and they cared for him, and then he led them right to their deaths. Wash wasn’t supposed to be caught up in anything like this. He was a pilot, a simple man, who possessed no ill feelings toward enemy and friend alike. He joked around and was cheery and always ready to defend those he felt were being unrightly targeted.
And Shepherd Book was a preacher. Hadn’t always been, Mal knew, but that he had been in the time he was on Serenity was something. Something that mattered. Book belonged to some old rock, in amongst his rock garden and preachy whatever they weres. Not dead. Not gone from this world. He didn’t deserve any of this. Neither of them did.
But then, that’s how death struck. It didn’t care who it took down or who it hurt in the process. It just was. It took who it wanted and left everyone else until their time. And that was just it. Everyone would have their time. Each and every one of his remaining crew had their own deaths to look forward to some day.