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firefly_fanficTitle: Moustache
Author: Ally (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary: Zoe is having trouble with a new pilot, and his moustache.
Rating: PG
Characters: Zoe, Wash
Pairing: Pre Zoe/Wash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Not even the moustache.
Zoe had gone up to change a light in the kitchen. Most of the crew was still off-ship and enjoying themselves. Mal had made a deal with some man who wasn’t going to be in for six hours, minimum, so the Captain gave everyone a few hours off.
Being the only one who hadn’t forgotten her duties on Serenity - Jayne went out drinking, Wash went god knows where, Kaylee disappeared into a clothing store, and Mal tried to get some background on the new dealer - Zoe left to buy a new bulb for the kitchen. They had four other lights that normally would have worked, but Serenity’s kitchen was built like Christmas lights: one light goes out, and they all go out.
So when she got to the kitchen, she didn’t expect to find a stranger. The man was sitting at the table with a mug in his hand. Zoe had no idea who he was or how long he’d been there, but she wanted him gone.
She backed away from the door without making a sound and hid herself.
If the man even though about stealing anything, Zoe would see to it that he would barely be able to crawl off the ship. Hell, she’d even take to smacking him around if he didn’t steal. She assumed he was just some ship-obsessed nerd who creams his pants just imagining the places Serenity’s been. But trespassing still wasn’t acceptable, no matter how dumb the intruder.
Zoe stuck her head around the doorway and saw that the man now had his feet up on the table and was leaning back so the chair stood only on two legs.
Tired of waiting for him to make a move, Zoe walked into the kitchen. She strode, as she did so well, got to the chair in four steps, and slammed her fist into the man’s jaw. The force of the punch, the faulty angle of the chair and a gentle nudge from the tip of Zoe’s boot flipped the chair over, and the man landed with his legs over his head in what could have been mistaken for a creative yoga position.
“Gorram it!”, the man yelled, then groaned, and Zoe visibly stiffened and clenched the light bulb that she was still carrying.
“Exactly how do you plan on getting a boyfriend with thatattitude?”
There on the ground was the pilot, looking stupid, annoyed and confused. Gingerly, he fingered his jaw and frowned.
“What’d you do to your face?” Zoe forced her words through her teeth, still not moving an inch.
“I touched it to see if it was still there after you punched it.” He patted his face, like a blind man, and sighed. “Ah, still in one piece. Just the way I like it.”
Wash’s childish mannerisms never ceased to annoy Zoe, but now they were also humiliating her. How could she not have recognized the pilot’s lurid Hawaiian shirts? He looked like somebody else without all that hair on his face.
“Your moustache.”
“Oh.” He shook his head and stood up. “I’m sorry I shaved it off?”
Zoe was not one to giggle and blush because of a man, but she was glad that at that moment, the kitchen was dark, because she was almost positive that her cheeks were reddening.
“I didn’t recognize you, is all.”
“That’s ok, boss. You don’t have to make up excuses, I already get how you feel about me. Just, you don’t have to punch me.” Wash avoided looking at Zoe by staring at the wall, which was, coincidentally, just inches away from Zoe’s own chosen focal point.
“I’ll put the bulb in. Just leave it.”
And Zoe did, and left without another word. This time, it only took her three steps to get out of the room. She went to the cockpit to check for any messages from their dealer.
A stupid plastic dinosaur was staring at her from the console. Zoe hurled it across the room, then did the same to Wash’s other stupid toys and rested her head in her hand. Stupid was what it was, and stupid was how she felt.
Stupid pilot sure cleaned up nicely, after a shave.
Author: Ally (
mythophobic)Summary: Zoe is having trouble with a new pilot, and his moustache.
Rating: PG
Characters: Zoe, Wash
Pairing: Pre Zoe/Wash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Not even the moustache.
Zoe had gone up to change a light in the kitchen. Most of the crew was still off-ship and enjoying themselves. Mal had made a deal with some man who wasn’t going to be in for six hours, minimum, so the Captain gave everyone a few hours off.
Being the only one who hadn’t forgotten her duties on Serenity - Jayne went out drinking, Wash went god knows where, Kaylee disappeared into a clothing store, and Mal tried to get some background on the new dealer - Zoe left to buy a new bulb for the kitchen. They had four other lights that normally would have worked, but Serenity’s kitchen was built like Christmas lights: one light goes out, and they all go out.
So when she got to the kitchen, she didn’t expect to find a stranger. The man was sitting at the table with a mug in his hand. Zoe had no idea who he was or how long he’d been there, but she wanted him gone.
She backed away from the door without making a sound and hid herself.
If the man even though about stealing anything, Zoe would see to it that he would barely be able to crawl off the ship. Hell, she’d even take to smacking him around if he didn’t steal. She assumed he was just some ship-obsessed nerd who creams his pants just imagining the places Serenity’s been. But trespassing still wasn’t acceptable, no matter how dumb the intruder.
Zoe stuck her head around the doorway and saw that the man now had his feet up on the table and was leaning back so the chair stood only on two legs.
Tired of waiting for him to make a move, Zoe walked into the kitchen. She strode, as she did so well, got to the chair in four steps, and slammed her fist into the man’s jaw. The force of the punch, the faulty angle of the chair and a gentle nudge from the tip of Zoe’s boot flipped the chair over, and the man landed with his legs over his head in what could have been mistaken for a creative yoga position.
“Gorram it!”, the man yelled, then groaned, and Zoe visibly stiffened and clenched the light bulb that she was still carrying.
“Exactly how do you plan on getting a boyfriend with thatattitude?”
There on the ground was the pilot, looking stupid, annoyed and confused. Gingerly, he fingered his jaw and frowned.
“What’d you do to your face?” Zoe forced her words through her teeth, still not moving an inch.
“I touched it to see if it was still there after you punched it.” He patted his face, like a blind man, and sighed. “Ah, still in one piece. Just the way I like it.”
Wash’s childish mannerisms never ceased to annoy Zoe, but now they were also humiliating her. How could she not have recognized the pilot’s lurid Hawaiian shirts? He looked like somebody else without all that hair on his face.
“Your moustache.”
“Oh.” He shook his head and stood up. “I’m sorry I shaved it off?”
Zoe was not one to giggle and blush because of a man, but she was glad that at that moment, the kitchen was dark, because she was almost positive that her cheeks were reddening.
“I didn’t recognize you, is all.”
“That’s ok, boss. You don’t have to make up excuses, I already get how you feel about me. Just, you don’t have to punch me.” Wash avoided looking at Zoe by staring at the wall, which was, coincidentally, just inches away from Zoe’s own chosen focal point.
“I’ll put the bulb in. Just leave it.”
And Zoe did, and left without another word. This time, it only took her three steps to get out of the room. She went to the cockpit to check for any messages from their dealer.
A stupid plastic dinosaur was staring at her from the console. Zoe hurled it across the room, then did the same to Wash’s other stupid toys and rested her head in her hand. Stupid was what it was, and stupid was how she felt.
Stupid pilot sure cleaned up nicely, after a shave.
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