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Tweak says, "Shes got big balls"

Hoban Washburne (soaringleaf) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-04-17 17:30:00

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hoban washburne, malcolm reynolds

Who? Wash! (narrative, unless Mal shows up?)
What? Arrival
Where? Right in front of the complex.
When? NOW aka early evening, Lawrencetime.
Why? Because of reasons.
Warnings? Not really? Mild bloodiness, I guess.
WHOAKNLDGSKDNG? No.

Wash was experiencing an out of body experience. Or, no, okay, he wasn’t, because he was very much still in his body (his hands were starting to cramp, they wouldn’t be cramping if he wasn’t in his body), but he was also feeling all kinds of floaty. Leaf on the wind, he thought, giddy, because they made it, he made them make it. It was all going to be fine, now, they’d get through this [shit] and send out the message and then take off for deep space, maybe drop in on some rim world where they could all sleep for about a week.

“I’m a leaf on the wind,” he said aloud, mostly to himself, as Serenity creaked and groaned around them, none too pleased with their landing, “Watch how I--”

The sharp stabby and massively unpleasant burst of pain in his chest cut him short (he had just the slightest presence of mind to be panicked and then to wonder if this was just the worst heart attack ever, if he’d been a little too pumped up with adrenaline, this time) - and everything went white and then red and then ...back to white, but this time it was sort of a blue-white, with... white... fluffy clouds...?

So this must be what happens to good little pilots that kick it, he thought hazily. Or, maybe not, because he still hurt, and he was feeling kinda fuzzy, so maybe he was just losing track of time. Yep. That had to be it. Shaking hands reached towards his chest - aaand quickly dropped away, because ow, no, thanks, he was not going to touch. There was still something there. Embedded in him. He wasn't going to move it, wasn't even going to think about moving it, or think about it at all, no thank you.

He waited for time to warp around him again, waited to hear Zoe tell him it was going to be fine, or the doc to show up, or ...or Mal, or someone? Jayne would even be okay, right about now.

...Anyone?

Where was everybody?

Did they leav-

No, it was fine, they probably just had to get the message out. They would come back, and it was okay, he’d just slow them down. ....mostly because they’d probably have to drag him, ‘cause he didn’t really think walking was a thing he could do. So, yeah, he’d just wait here. They’d be back. If they lived. Which of course they were going to! Thinking otherwise was ridiculous. They’d lost enough people, these past couple days. No one else was going to die. Not even him. He wasn’t going to do that.

Well, he was going to try not to. It was getting pretty hard to breathe, though, and things were getting hazy again.

....hopefully they’d be back soon...

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intheblack
2013-04-18 01:43 am UTC (link)

It'd been a decent day for Mal too. He'd just made some money on a side job he'd picked up in the wrong side of town that he certainly hadn't mentioned to Simon or the others. He had a wad of cash in his hand and counted it contently. Simple delivery and drop of a package. Of what? Of course he didn't ask. They'd paid him well enough to last him through the month though. For once things had gone all kinds of smooth and that was exactly how he liked it. No complications, no police, nobody getting more involved then they ought to.

Simple jobs.

Simple enough to drive one mad. No. He wasn't going there. He had money he was cramming into the pockets of his coat. Good day. Not a one he had to talk out of being arrested by police. Not a single time did a reaver show up and attempt to rape and kill. Nor did air supply threaten to run short out in the black.

Running a hand through his hair in frustration as he made his way toward the complex, he saw a figure. A mangled one that made him pause. He had two choices, keep going or help. Complicate his simple job.

A tuft of orange hair he could spot from the mess of human. It was a human life. Nobody was that heartless. If he could help them it be worth it. If was the big question. He cautiously started toward the writhing figure and knelt over it. That was when the color drained from his face, and if he was the yelling sort it would have happened.

That was his pilot. His Wash.

"Shun-SHENG duh gao-WAHN" He swore under his breath and knelt beside him, this wound wasn't something he could touch without possibly killing him or hurting him further. He wasn't about to cause him more pain if he didn't have to. "Wash?"

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