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Tweak says, "cwazy wesbians"

Malcolm Reynolds Aims to misbehave (intheblack) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-10-13 17:33:00

Entry tags:

claire callahan, malcolm reynolds, simon tam

Who:Mal and Simon
What:Dealing.
When:last night! obvioously before wash came back!
Where:One of the hotels.
Warnings:I don't know yet.

It was exactly as Robin said. Mal found he was angry and had no one to take it out on. No one to blame for the death of his pilot. No one to blame for once again his home being shattered to pieces and torn away from him. No one to blame but himself. So for the last twenty four hours he too had been near silent. Stewing in his anger. Staring down some meaningless television show as though it were at fault for killing Wash. It was a cartoon of some sort. Probably Disney owned, because they all were. In fact on occasion Mal wondered if Disney were to blame for the apocalypse. It was a literal hell on Earth for their band of seal snatched heroes lately and yet Disney remained on tv. Was it to mock him? He decided yes. If it weren't a hotel, god the shooting that would happened of the television would have been epic. But Simon and Claire were there.

Simon was mostly curled up refusing to speak, and lets face it. Mal wasn't really the best motivational speaker to get him to talk either. But all the not-talking really was getting to him. Grating on his nerves like a slow spinning clock. He was used to more conversation than this. Used to more stimulation. Every brightly colored animated bit made him feel like he was slowly going insane. A fate worse than death. If that damn Genie laughed one more time he was going to shoot him in his stupid mouth.

"Someone talk!" He demanded, finally giving up on the silence. At least on the ship there was pointless babble or even the white noise of the engine to cut through it. Tv wasn't enough. He needed voices. "You. stop givin me that gorram sad eye look." He said sternly at Simon. The good doctor might not have seen it, but oh he did. There wasn't much Mal missed. "Ain't your fault. Don't make me beat it into your thick skull."

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bigcitydandy
2013-10-17 01:15 am UTC (link)

In her defense, Claire had tried to stay mostly quiet for Simon's sake. Because if she opened her mouth to try and talk to him, she'd end up changing hats and going into psychiatrist mode. She did feel badly for Mal, though. Going stir crazy wasn't his best look. And she knew how stressed he got when his crew was in danger.

And, of course, they all missed Wash.

When Mal finally snapped, she glanced back and forth between the two men and nodded understandingly. This was between them. She was the third wheel. She stood and gently kissed Mal's cheek. "I...will run get dinner, how's that?" She flicked her tongue over her lower lip. "How about you boys talk while I'm gone, hmm?"

Simon barely even noticed the redhead exiting. He was happy for Mal, looking almost domestic and all, but he couldn't form actual words to say so. Especially knowing what he did. Knowing his own relationship, screwed up as it had been, was already ruined. Knowing his own little family was gone. He hadn't even had time to mourn losing River properly, he'd been so focused on trying to fight the demon who'd taken him over.

And worst of all, he was the reason Wash was dead. He'd killed his friend. Yes, logically, he knew he hadn't done it. The demon had. But that didn't stop the glaring memory of snapping Wash's neck, of the demon's laughter at taking the woman Simon so pathetically loved. And he was, wasn't he? Pathetic. This was pathetic, this practically catatonic state he was in.

But he couldn't make himself pull it together.

As Mal quite literally threatened to beat him, Simon only shrugged and rolled to face the other side of the room. The only reason he'd been facing the direction of the tv in the first place was because Mal watching Disney movies was hilarious and it almost made him smile.

Almost.

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intheblack
2013-10-17 10:07 pm UTC (link)

He'd sunk to damn Disney movies and really they had to wonder why he was snapping under the pressure of the silence. Mal had never given them any indication at all that he'd ever even seen a Disney movie until then. So many damn bright colors and songs he thought he was going mad. He looked over at Claire not sure what kind of look to give her at her declaration of food hunting. So he went with grumpy. It was becoming his default expression these days anyway. Giving her a half hearted nod "Yeah. Food is good." He turned his attention back toward the doctor.

When Simon turned away again he could quite literally feel his blood boil. "That's it then? S'all you got? Thought you were yellow before but this is yer gorram curtain call?" Mal wasn't exaaactly the epitome of sympathy and comfort. He found the best way to get people to react was through anger. Maybe if he could shock Simon into yelling he'd somehow remember who he was and act right. Straighten up and fly right basically.

He stood over the doctor, looming in his typical Captain glory. "Yer gonna give up over a woman. You're more gorram spoiled than I thought." And that was pretty impressive. He remembered when he first laid eyes on Simon and his expensive suit and specs, his opinion of him was dismal at best, and right then looking at the pile of mess he'd crumbled away into it was almost back to that all over again. And yet..he still wanted to see him stand up and fight again. When the hell did he start caring so damn much?

He blamed Claire.

He hadn't cared for anyone, even himself in quite some time until they landed on Earth that Was. So River was gone, at least she was home. So what if Kat was on his shit list. Though really, that part did bother him a little..he had just started to almost like her.

Not that he was about to tell Simon that.

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