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Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds (i_wearbrown) wrote in we_coexist,

"'Scuse me a moment there, Kaylee. I'm fixin' to have a word with the doctor here, all private-like." From Mal's glare alone it was clear to see there was going to be more than one word, and a majority of them weren't going to be about Kaylee's injuries -- more like her treatment.

If Simon was planning on lingering in the doorway, Mal was changing his mind by heading towards the door, aiming to edge him right on out into the hallway like a bulldozer. He reached behind him to grasp the doorknob and pull it close. Simon needed to hear what he had to say, but Kaylee didn't.

Not giving him the time to scurry off to another patient, Mal acted as a barrier again and positioned himself in front of Simon and backed him up toward the wall. "I don't ruttin' care when you dropped out of time, doc... seein' as though it was a week after I let you on my ship, you knew she was pining for you. 'Cause everyone else on the boat did. Now, I don't like to make it my business to get involved in the causes of romantical tension 'round my ship, but like hell am I going to see you talk to her like that." Mal's gaze left Simon only momentarily to glance back at the door. "If there's any one reason you were on my ship as long as you were.. it's cause of that mechanic in there. When you and your sister ain't had a friend in the world or on my ship, she stuck her neck out for you. That's as respectable as it gets... stupid considerin' who she was risking it all for, but it's got a sense of admirablility. So if I were you, Doctor, I'd be thinking of a swift apology for the lil' lady in there."