O is for Order
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firefly_fanficTitle: O is for Order
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corellianjedi
Disclaimer: It’s all Joss’s; I just borrowed ‘em, I swear.
Words: 701
Rating: PG
Summary: Remember in “War Stories” when Mal let it slip that he had ordered Zoe not to marry Wash? [pre-Firefly]
Author’s Notes: Written for my Zoe claim atletter_love. Comments make my day.
“I’m marryin’ Wash.”
She doesn’t look up from the shuttle controls but her instincts tell her that Mal has stopped pacing behind her.
“’Scuse me?”
“Your first mate and your pilot are gonna get hitched.” Mal rushes forward, leaning up against the console and crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, they ain’t.”
“Yessir,” she flips on the autopilot and turns to him, “they are.” His jaw tightens as well as his fists and she can see him trying to figure out a way regain control.
“When did he ask you?”
“We…” she falters. How could she explain it? “We sorta asked each other.”
“Well that’s all nice and shiny, but you ain’t getting’ married.” Mal swipes a hand through his hair, eyes darkening in frustration and Zoe can literally see him pulling out all the stops. “You know I don’t approve of shipboard romances. I’ve let your little fling pass by ‘cause I figured--”
“This is not a fling, sir.” Her voice is low and dangerous, daring him to finish his sentence. They glare at each other a moment before Mal breaks eye contact.
“I’m ordering you to not marry him.”
“Then you just ordered me off the ship.” His hand slips on the console and his eyes are wild when he regains his balance.
“You wanna say that again?”
“I’m marrying Wash, Mal, and you can either accept it or we’re getting off next stop.”
“You’re bluffing; I know you, Zoe, you love this ship too much--”
“And I love him more, dong ma?” He blinks, searching her face for even the slightest hesitation, the smallest flaw that he could use to crack what he hopes is just a façade. Mal stares, his first mate’s eyes boring holes in his forehead, and can scarcely believe that she’s serious. This is Zoe: his best friend, fellow soldier, first mate, rock. And now she’s threatening to leave his boat because of some goofy pilot hundan? He ducks his head, scrubbing a hand over his eyes.
“He ever hurts you in any way, I’m spacing him. No questions asked,” he mumbles.
“You’d have to fish him out of the black first,” she says seriously, but her mouth twitches into the smirk that Mal is so familiar with. “Only person going after my mister will be me.”
“Sad day that I start takin’ orders from you on my boat.”
“I could mount a pretty decent mutiny, if I wanted to, sir.” Zoe turns in the shuttle’s pilot seat, looking through the stars for Serenity.
“You think?”
“Wash’d have to be on my side, and Jayne is more scared of me than he is you.” She ticks off crewmembers on her fingers. “Most likely Inara will help me ‘cause you’re a hundan and if Kaylee found out you’re trying to break up me and Wash she’d be with me right quick.”
“I’m not trying to break up you and Wash!”
“You just ordered me not to marry him!”
“Yeah but… I ain’t happy with this,” he mumbles.
“I know it,” she nods. “I also know that I love him, so I don’t care that much.”
“Would it work if I ordered him not to marry you?” Her jaw tightens.
“Where’s our next job? Persephone? Good a place as any to live.”
“I’m done,” Mal backpedals. Zoe is silent as Serenity comes into view. He stands over her shoulder as she pilots towards the boat. “Don’t tell him?”
“Tell him what?” She wonders aloud, face screwed up in concentration. Mal doesn’t miss the smile that appears quickly when Wash welcomes them back from a job well done over the com. He doesn’t miss the way Wash calls her ‘Lambie-Toes,’ either.
“You’d really leave?” It’s a hard concept for him to grasp. She’s silent for a moment as she focuses on docking the shuttle with Serenity. She flips the steering into its locked position and stands toe-to-toe with Mal.
‘Yessir, I really would.” Mal nods, then shrugs.
“Go to your mister then, I can take care of the stuff in here.”
She tries to hide it, but Mal doesn’t miss the way her face lights up at the mention of Wash being her mister.
Author:
corellianjediDisclaimer: It’s all Joss’s; I just borrowed ‘em, I swear.
Words: 701
Rating: PG
Summary: Remember in “War Stories” when Mal let it slip that he had ordered Zoe not to marry Wash? [pre-Firefly]
Author’s Notes: Written for my Zoe claim at
letter_love. Comments make my day.“I’m marryin’ Wash.”
She doesn’t look up from the shuttle controls but her instincts tell her that Mal has stopped pacing behind her.
“’Scuse me?”
“Your first mate and your pilot are gonna get hitched.” Mal rushes forward, leaning up against the console and crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, they ain’t.”
“Yessir,” she flips on the autopilot and turns to him, “they are.” His jaw tightens as well as his fists and she can see him trying to figure out a way regain control.
“When did he ask you?”
“We…” she falters. How could she explain it? “We sorta asked each other.”
“Well that’s all nice and shiny, but you ain’t getting’ married.” Mal swipes a hand through his hair, eyes darkening in frustration and Zoe can literally see him pulling out all the stops. “You know I don’t approve of shipboard romances. I’ve let your little fling pass by ‘cause I figured--”
“This is not a fling, sir.” Her voice is low and dangerous, daring him to finish his sentence. They glare at each other a moment before Mal breaks eye contact.
“I’m ordering you to not marry him.”
“Then you just ordered me off the ship.” His hand slips on the console and his eyes are wild when he regains his balance.
“You wanna say that again?”
“I’m marrying Wash, Mal, and you can either accept it or we’re getting off next stop.”
“You’re bluffing; I know you, Zoe, you love this ship too much--”
“And I love him more, dong ma?” He blinks, searching her face for even the slightest hesitation, the smallest flaw that he could use to crack what he hopes is just a façade. Mal stares, his first mate’s eyes boring holes in his forehead, and can scarcely believe that she’s serious. This is Zoe: his best friend, fellow soldier, first mate, rock. And now she’s threatening to leave his boat because of some goofy pilot hundan? He ducks his head, scrubbing a hand over his eyes.
“He ever hurts you in any way, I’m spacing him. No questions asked,” he mumbles.
“You’d have to fish him out of the black first,” she says seriously, but her mouth twitches into the smirk that Mal is so familiar with. “Only person going after my mister will be me.”
“Sad day that I start takin’ orders from you on my boat.”
“I could mount a pretty decent mutiny, if I wanted to, sir.” Zoe turns in the shuttle’s pilot seat, looking through the stars for Serenity.
“You think?”
“Wash’d have to be on my side, and Jayne is more scared of me than he is you.” She ticks off crewmembers on her fingers. “Most likely Inara will help me ‘cause you’re a hundan and if Kaylee found out you’re trying to break up me and Wash she’d be with me right quick.”
“I’m not trying to break up you and Wash!”
“You just ordered me not to marry him!”
“Yeah but… I ain’t happy with this,” he mumbles.
“I know it,” she nods. “I also know that I love him, so I don’t care that much.”
“Would it work if I ordered him not to marry you?” Her jaw tightens.
“Where’s our next job? Persephone? Good a place as any to live.”
“I’m done,” Mal backpedals. Zoe is silent as Serenity comes into view. He stands over her shoulder as she pilots towards the boat. “Don’t tell him?”
“Tell him what?” She wonders aloud, face screwed up in concentration. Mal doesn’t miss the smile that appears quickly when Wash welcomes them back from a job well done over the com. He doesn’t miss the way Wash calls her ‘Lambie-Toes,’ either.
“You’d really leave?” It’s a hard concept for him to grasp. She’s silent for a moment as she focuses on docking the shuttle with Serenity. She flips the steering into its locked position and stands toe-to-toe with Mal.
‘Yessir, I really would.” Mal nods, then shrugs.
“Go to your mister then, I can take care of the stuff in here.”
She tries to hide it, but Mal doesn’t miss the way her face lights up at the mention of Wash being her mister.
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Date: 2006-03-02 03:17 am (UTC)