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Searching for Life [Wash]
There was pain, a great deal of pain, and fear. There was the certainty of failure. There was anger and awe. There was a whole helluva alot more feelings and emotions and all that goshe.
The Amazon jerked, punching at the air, kicking. Sure, she could be having a bad dream, but she knew differently. She knew that she'd been fighting for her life, and the deck had been stacked against her. There was no way she could have lost that easily, not with out taking the bastard with her. He'd have bought her life with his own. At least that was what she had planned, only it didn't happen that way. She had died, and now she wasn't...dead.
Zoe Washburne blinked as she sat up. It was her bedroom. Or more a facsimile there of, in a regular house. She knew she wasn't board ship - one because the walls looked too much like a building - not enough metal. Two? Because she remembered finding the key when she was searching Wash's pockets, for whatever reason a woman might inspect her husband's pants pockets when he was still in said pants.
As her mind shifted through things, her body aching from the fight, she came to decision. If he wasn't dead, he'd serve for what he did. And if the man hurt her husband...
"Wash?!?" She wasn't dressed for exploring more than the apartment. Actually she wasn't dressed at all. "Wash!" The Amazon took the time to find clothes, and thankfully, she found the clothes she was used to wearing on Serenity, not the frills and ruffles the City had obliged her to wear. "Wash, you better not be dead when I find you."
The Amazon jerked, punching at the air, kicking. Sure, she could be having a bad dream, but she knew differently. She knew that she'd been fighting for her life, and the deck had been stacked against her. There was no way she could have lost that easily, not with out taking the bastard with her. He'd have bought her life with his own. At least that was what she had planned, only it didn't happen that way. She had died, and now she wasn't...dead.
Zoe Washburne blinked as she sat up. It was her bedroom. Or more a facsimile there of, in a regular house. She knew she wasn't board ship - one because the walls looked too much like a building - not enough metal. Two? Because she remembered finding the key when she was searching Wash's pockets, for whatever reason a woman might inspect her husband's pants pockets when he was still in said pants.
As her mind shifted through things, her body aching from the fight, she came to decision. If he wasn't dead, he'd serve for what he did. And if the man hurt her husband...
"Wash?!?" She wasn't dressed for exploring more than the apartment. Actually she wasn't dressed at all. "Wash!" The Amazon took the time to find clothes, and thankfully, she found the clothes she was used to wearing on Serenity, not the frills and ruffles the City had obliged her to wear. "Wash, you better not be dead when I find you."