Fic: Shattered Heart (Mal/Inara)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Shattered Heart
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #009 HIDE AND SEEK shattered heart & #000 Inara is hurt or shot for once and Mal has to deal with being on the sidelines.
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Summary: He can't breathe. He can't remember how to.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_angsts & ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
songandsilence.
He can’t breathe. He can’t remember how to. He is certain that his heart has stopped beating in his chest. He is unnaturally numb and cold and afraid and not himself. He’s not like this.
Malcolm Reynolds, afraid. Those never did fit together well in the same sentence – unless of course it was Mal doing the scaring. He can’t remember the last time he was afraid, his own self. He really isn’t like this.
He stumbles forwards, not caring if he too gains a bullet through the chest, and falls to his knees beside the limp form of Inara. He takes in the blood, dark and red, as it escapes the bullet sized would she now wears.
He takes in the pained expression on her face. The initial shock has faded into all out agony. He winces and presses down on Inara’s wound to stop the bleeding.
A hand falls gently on his shoulder and he realises the battle around him is over. Zoe and Jayne have finished the last of their opponents off without him.
“Jayne’s gone to get the doctor.”
The words send a rush of adrenaline through him. He applies more pressure and calms himself the best way he knows how to. He shuts off his thoughts and emotions. His instincts take over and he does what he can for Inara until Simon races over, med kit in hand.
Simon looks her over quickly and gestures towards the ship. “Carry her inside. Carefully.”
“Will she be alright?” Mal asks.
Simon looks up at him for a second. His expression makes Mal want to break something.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Well, when will you know?”
Mal leans down to gingerly pick Inara up off the ground and begins to walk towards the infirmary, the question lingering in the air. Once he’s placed her on the infirmary bed and Simon has had time to ‘fix’ her, he aims a stare at Simon. “Will she be okay?”
Simon pauses to look back at him and every moment that he prolongs his answer is a moment Mal is in hell. He finally offers a shrug and shakes his head. “I’d say she’ll be up and about again after a few weeks of bed rest. She’ll be fine, Mal.”
A weight lifts from Mal’s shoulders instantly and he allows a relieved smile. “Thank you, doc. That’s good to hear.”
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #009 HIDE AND SEEK shattered heart & #000 Inara is hurt or shot for once and Mal has to deal with being on the sidelines.
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Summary: He can't breathe. He can't remember how to.
Notes: Written for
30_angsts & songandsilence.He can’t breathe. He can’t remember how to. He is certain that his heart has stopped beating in his chest. He is unnaturally numb and cold and afraid and not himself. He’s not like this.
Malcolm Reynolds, afraid. Those never did fit together well in the same sentence – unless of course it was Mal doing the scaring. He can’t remember the last time he was afraid, his own self. He really isn’t like this.
He stumbles forwards, not caring if he too gains a bullet through the chest, and falls to his knees beside the limp form of Inara. He takes in the blood, dark and red, as it escapes the bullet sized would she now wears.
He takes in the pained expression on her face. The initial shock has faded into all out agony. He winces and presses down on Inara’s wound to stop the bleeding.
A hand falls gently on his shoulder and he realises the battle around him is over. Zoe and Jayne have finished the last of their opponents off without him.
“Jayne’s gone to get the doctor.”
The words send a rush of adrenaline through him. He applies more pressure and calms himself the best way he knows how to. He shuts off his thoughts and emotions. His instincts take over and he does what he can for Inara until Simon races over, med kit in hand.
Simon looks her over quickly and gestures towards the ship. “Carry her inside. Carefully.”
“Will she be alright?” Mal asks.
Simon looks up at him for a second. His expression makes Mal want to break something.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Well, when will you know?”
Mal leans down to gingerly pick Inara up off the ground and begins to walk towards the infirmary, the question lingering in the air. Once he’s placed her on the infirmary bed and Simon has had time to ‘fix’ her, he aims a stare at Simon. “Will she be okay?”
Simon pauses to look back at him and every moment that he prolongs his answer is a moment Mal is in hell. He finally offers a shrug and shakes his head. “I’d say she’ll be up and about again after a few weeks of bed rest. She’ll be fine, Mal.”
A weight lifts from Mal’s shoulders instantly and he allows a relieved smile. “Thank you, doc. That’s good to hear.”
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Date: 2009-09-27 01:26 am (UTC)