Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds (i_wearbrown) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-08-28 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | malcolm reynolds, zoe washburne |
It's About Time (Zoe)
Lost.
It was a feeling Mal wasn't too keen on. In the sky, he was never lost, he could go anywhere. Anywhere was somewhere, so "lost" was impossible. In his ship, with his crew, that was home. It might have appeared silly to be so ungrateful. He was alive, wasn't he? Inara, Kaylee, River and for whatever he was worth.. Simon (freshly removed from the crew as far as Mal was concerned) -- they were all alive as well.
But it wasn't enough. His nav was off. Simply put, Malcom Reynolds was lost.
Aside from feeling lost, he was feeling fairly guilty for not having seen Kaylee back to Inara's. She wouldn't get lost, he'd learned by now that the City had a way for looking out for those who needed it. Still, she was his responsibility. But Mal wasn't fit for much more than scaring the fancy pants off the snooty doctor that had cut his mechanic deeper than the wounds she'd arrived with. This was Inara's territory and he was better off keeping out of it.
Mal hadn't made it further from the hospital than a bench across the street. Not going back to Inara's meant he really didn't have anywhere to aim his path. Slumped in a seated position, an s-shape in a brown duster, Mal's gaze lazily swept back over the entrance to the hospital. He kind of hoped that Simon might look out, think he was waiting for him to set his foot off Hospital property.
Well, there was always a silver lining after all, wasn't there? But spooking the doctor only had so much novelty.