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xfirefly9x) wrote2009-12-26 03:52 am
xfirefly9x) wrote2009-12-26 03:52 am
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Fic: A Difficult Feat (Mal/Inara)
Title: A Difficult Feat
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #001 So yesterday
Word Count: 475
Rating: G
Summary: “Leave the past in the past.”
Notes: Written on 21/09/09.
“Leave the past in the past.”
“Where else would I leave it?” Mal scoffs.
Dark eyes fix on his and narrow.
“I mean,” he adds, “you wouldn’t leave the past in the future, right? That would be damn near impossible. Ain’t any technology I’ve heard of says otherwise. I don’t think any kinda time machine has been created ‘less the Alliance got more of those secret project types going about right under the nose of everyone who has a nose and isn’t involved in the project.”
“Mal!”
He shrugs. “Just sayin’.”
“Well don’t. I’m trying to be serious here and you’re making it a difficult feat.”
“Then don’t be serious. Relax for once. Let your hair down. Drop your top. Erm. Forget that last bit. You probably do that enough already and it’s more business than the other thing.”
She sighs, a heavy exhalation of air. Dark brown curls fall across her face and obscure her view. She flicks them away in one fluid motion. “I’m going to ignore your immature comments there.”
His grin fades to be replaced by a firm smile lacking any amusement. “Yeah? Well I know what you’re trying to say. And I appreciate it.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugs.
“Despite all of it,” she says, “let’s not do the angst ridden conversation riddled with childish comments please. Frankly, I’m weary of it. It takes up a lot of energy that could be used on things much more productive.”
“Such as?” He smirks a bit.
“I’m sure you can fill in that blank yourself,” she says mysteriously.
“Right. Of course.”
“This will be a bit of a contradiction but I suppose you’re going to go on as if nothing happened and everything is okay, as if you’re not repressing what happened. You probably have yourself convinced this is how things should be.”
Pain flashes momentarily in his eyes and he swallows. And then he’s back to grinning at her and shaking his head. “Nothing is how it should be. What choice is there but to move on?”
“Mal. I want you to know that even with everything that has happened, you are not alone. If you need anything at all, I’m here for you. I’m saying this as your friend.”
“So we’re friends now, huh?”
She rolls her eyes. “Just... try. Please.”
“We’re friends?”
“Yes,” she admits. “We are.”
“Okay.” He smiles weakly. “Good to know.”
“Try to move on, Mal.”
“I will,” he says. “I am. Have, in fact.” He waves his hands in the air in front of him. “See?” He grins and then his expression changes rapidly to a serious one. “I’m fine, Inara. I’ve moved on.”
She sighs as he offers her a mock bow and then moves off to leave her on her own. “But you’re only moving on, on the outside.”
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #001 So yesterday
Word Count: 475
Rating: G
Summary: “Leave the past in the past.”
Notes: Written on 21/09/09.
“Leave the past in the past.”
“Where else would I leave it?” Mal scoffs.
Dark eyes fix on his and narrow.
“I mean,” he adds, “you wouldn’t leave the past in the future, right? That would be damn near impossible. Ain’t any technology I’ve heard of says otherwise. I don’t think any kinda time machine has been created ‘less the Alliance got more of those secret project types going about right under the nose of everyone who has a nose and isn’t involved in the project.”
“Mal!”
He shrugs. “Just sayin’.”
“Well don’t. I’m trying to be serious here and you’re making it a difficult feat.”
“Then don’t be serious. Relax for once. Let your hair down. Drop your top. Erm. Forget that last bit. You probably do that enough already and it’s more business than the other thing.”
She sighs, a heavy exhalation of air. Dark brown curls fall across her face and obscure her view. She flicks them away in one fluid motion. “I’m going to ignore your immature comments there.”
His grin fades to be replaced by a firm smile lacking any amusement. “Yeah? Well I know what you’re trying to say. And I appreciate it.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugs.
“Despite all of it,” she says, “let’s not do the angst ridden conversation riddled with childish comments please. Frankly, I’m weary of it. It takes up a lot of energy that could be used on things much more productive.”
“Such as?” He smirks a bit.
“I’m sure you can fill in that blank yourself,” she says mysteriously.
“Right. Of course.”
“This will be a bit of a contradiction but I suppose you’re going to go on as if nothing happened and everything is okay, as if you’re not repressing what happened. You probably have yourself convinced this is how things should be.”
Pain flashes momentarily in his eyes and he swallows. And then he’s back to grinning at her and shaking his head. “Nothing is how it should be. What choice is there but to move on?”
“Mal. I want you to know that even with everything that has happened, you are not alone. If you need anything at all, I’m here for you. I’m saying this as your friend.”
“So we’re friends now, huh?”
She rolls her eyes. “Just... try. Please.”
“We’re friends?”
“Yes,” she admits. “We are.”
“Okay.” He smiles weakly. “Good to know.”
“Try to move on, Mal.”
“I will,” he says. “I am. Have, in fact.” He waves his hands in the air in front of him. “See?” He grins and then his expression changes rapidly to a serious one. “I’m fine, Inara. I’ve moved on.”
She sighs as he offers her a mock bow and then moves off to leave her on her own. “But you’re only moving on, on the outside.”
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