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Title: Letting Go
Fandom: Firefly (Wash, Kaylee)
Characters: Mal, Wash, Kaylee, Zoe, Jayne
Prompt: 026. Teammates
Word Count: 1748
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: To get things done, they need to have a lot of trust in each other to let go and to catch them again.
Mal was an avid fan of planning and making sure things happened exactly according to plan. But as life had taught him in the Valley, sometimes you couldn’t plan for everything, no matter how hard you tried. All it took was second, turn your head and you’d miss the wrench being tossed in the machine.
Not even five minutes ago, they had taken off and left behind a job well done. It was one of their first with Jayne on board and Mal had been pleased with how well he had done. The other man wasn’t the smartest thing in the ‘verse but he had good instincts and a sharp eye when it came to handling a gun.
He’d come up to check with Wash about where to go next when the pilot had noticed incoming on their left. Before they knew it, they were being fired on—someone had taken offence to what they had done, or just wanted their money back; or both—and though Wash had flown well, they’d still been hit by a stray blast.
This, as luck would have it, knocked something clean loose in their engine room. So now they were twisting and turning in the air like a dieing duck, barely flying and heading closer and closer to crashing with every passing second.
Mal clung as much as he could to the doorway, one leg braced on the floor with the other one tucked up against the doorframe. He could only use one hand because the other one was filled with his mechanic, who had been in the cockpit with them when the sky had fallen out from under them.
Kaylee clung as tightly as she could to his front, thankfully using her lower half to brace them as well. She was muttering something and he nudged her with his chin so he could hear.
“Gotta get ta th’ engine room!” she said, having to raise her voice to carry over all the noise and commotion, some of it was Wash cursing loudly in various languages.
Peering down the hallway, through the kitchen area and to the engine room, he shook his head. “Awful long way, little Kaylee,” he said grimly, tightening his hold on her when Wash barked out a warning.
“She’s right, Mal!” Wash continued after a second, trying his best not to bite his tongue in concentration. “We need whatever popped out to be popped back in again! Always wanted to die piloting a ship but, you know, I’d rather that be when I’m gray and old and not handsome and young! Did I mention virile?”
“Got an idea. Hold on tight, alright?” Once he felt the nod against his chest, he cautiously let go, almost having to gasp for air when her arms tightened around him. Well, unless her arms fell off she wasn’t going anywhere.
Reaching around, he fumbled for a second before locating the comms button.
“Zoe, Jayne, where are you two?” he shouted over the din.
A few seconds past before a voice piped up. “I’m in the kitchen, sir,” Zoe responded. “Near the door, in fact.”
There was a long silence after that and it worried Mal.
“Jayne? If you went and died on me now, I’m going to be mighty disappointed in my hiring practices.”
“Nah, I’m here. Sorry ‘bout that, was in the stairs leadin’ ta th’ infirmary.”
“Now?”
“Hallway between kitchen and engine room.”
Well, how about that? Sometimes plans just came together without having to think much about them after all.
“Kaylee, need to ask you a question. You trust me?”
Eyes peeked up at him from the safety of his chest and in any other circumstance he probably would have been shamed by the look she gave him. “O’ course! What a question ta ask!”
“Okay, listen to me. We’re tossing and turnin’ mighty quick. I try and let you go down to the engine room and we’re liable to wind up without a mechanic for a while. I’m goin’ ta let those two know what I’m doing but we’re pretty much going to pass you from person to person. When we’re ready, I’m goin’ to let you go down to Zoe and she’ll pass you down to Jayne. You okay with that?”
Mal felt her take a deep breath before she gave him a bright, if shaky, smile. “You promise they’ll catch me?”
“Promise or I’ll knock them both around for you.”
Kaylee nodded, face settling into a determined look. “Right then, guess I’ve got all the assurance I need. I’m ready when you are, Cap’n.”
He kissed the top of her head real quick. “That’s my girl.” Once again, he found himself shouting out orders and was pleased that there were no arguments from either of them. Well, from Jayne since he knew Zoe well enough to know she wouldn’t have argued.
Too much, at least.
“Wash, on my word, I need you to turn her so that we can give Kaylee a clear shot to Zoe and then to Jayne, alright?”
“I’ll give it my best shot.” Unable to look over his shoulder, he grimaced. “You be careful with her or I’ll do something nasty to you. Possibly involving small mutated animals.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Mal said, dryly, turning his attention back to Kaylee. “You ready?”
Kaylee shot a look down the hall that was looking longer with every second and watched as Zoe positioned herself square in the doorway, arms and legs braced as firmly as they could be. “Whenever you are.”
“On three, then. One…two…three…now!”
On his word, Wash yanked the controls up, coming out of a sharp twist and attempting to give them what they needed…a clean shot from one woman to the other. In the same second, Mal did something that he was surprised to find was so incredibly difficult.
He let go.
Kaylee, through sheer will, didn’t scream as she felt the floor leave her feet and the pressure of Mal’s arms disappear. She did, however, close her eyes. If she concentrated for a second, past the noise around her, it was like she was back playing in her uncle's barn, jumping off the loft into the soft hay beneath her.
The illusion was shattered, as she slammed into Zoe, a grunt of air escaping both of them as Kaylee instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around tight. She felt the other woman’s body give slightly, almost losing her grip from the door way as the feet where knocked clean out from under her. But Kaylee could feel the muscles in Zoë’s arms tighten, keeping a near death grip so that they wouldn’t fall away and injure themselves.
“You two alright?” Mal’s voice over the speakers, with Wash’s worried murmuring in the background.
“As well as can be expected, sir,” Zoe grated out, waiting for the ship to straighten out as much as it could before she tucked both of them in the doorframe like Kaylee and Mal had just been.
“I’m fine!” Kaylee called out, finally opening her eyes as they got themselves situated.
“No time to waste then. Jayne, you in position?”
Once again, Kaylee found herself glancing over as someone got into position, Jayne nearly filling up the entire doorway. “Send her on down!”
“Makin’ it sound like we’re in one of those fancy game shows,” Kaylee muttered into Zoe’s shoulder, causing her to laugh slightly.
“Crazy women,” Mal muttered. “Right, again, on the count of three…”
This time, Kaylee kept her eyes open because they were going to have to dodge the table if she was going to not get hurt during this little operation. As the ship turned again, Wash making adjustments for exactly the same reasons as she had kept her eyes open, she pushed herself off of Zoe and was once again in free fall.
Someone must have been looking out for her, she would decide later, dodging the table by mere inches, feeling it brush past her but thankfully no more than that because at the rate she was going, something would have broken. Something of hers at that.
The landing this time was harder, rougher, Jayne being more solid and compact that Zoe was. He didn’t move, though, just threw an arm around her waist to steady her when she almost lost her grip.
“Damn girl, you need to lose weight,” Jayne grunted, peering over his shoulder. “Uh. Gorram it. We’re outta people…”
“I can make it,” Kaylee said, poking him in the ribs for the weight comment.
“Yeah, and if you bounce your little head against that engine o’ yours, who do you think’s gonna get blamed?” Jayne shrugged. “Hang on real tight, you hear me?”
“Uh, sure…what…Jayne!” This time Kaylee did scream as he let go of the door, curling his shoulders up so to provide more cover for her body. One arm was still around her waist and the other one was reaching for the next door frame. With a curse filled grunt, he actually managed it, swinging them both through the door with their feet dangling towards the groaning, unhappy engine.
“Go on, ain’t got all day to be hangin’ ‘round like this,” he said through gritted teeth, obviously in some pain.
Nodding, Kaylee made herself let go and scrambled, quick as you please, towards the problem area. Clinging to the wall, she heard Jayne coming after her, positioning his body behind her so that she couldn’t fall off in mid-repair.
Within seconds, she had isolated it. She knew it, had known it since the trouble started, it was exactly as she had told Mal the other day, that this part had to be replaced or else it would blow faster than Zoë could draw her gun. But with a couple of twists, she could substitute…with a noise of glee Kaylee quickly did a patch repair. It wouldn’t last but it would stay until they reached ground in once piece.
With a shudder, Serenity suddenly righted itself, turning back so that everything was now right side up instead of being on its head. Kaylee sagged against Jayne’s chest as he whooped loudly.
Turning, she peered under his arm as Mal and Zoe hurried in, worried looks on their faces.
“I’m jus’ shiny, Cap’n,” she assured him, throwing an arm over both Jayne and Mal. “Best crew mates ever.”
“So,” Wash’s voice floated over them, “can I play the next time we go bowling with Kaylee?”
Fandom: Firefly (Wash, Kaylee)
Characters: Mal, Wash, Kaylee, Zoe, Jayne
Prompt: 026. Teammates
Word Count: 1748
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: To get things done, they need to have a lot of trust in each other to let go and to catch them again.
Mal was an avid fan of planning and making sure things happened exactly according to plan. But as life had taught him in the Valley, sometimes you couldn’t plan for everything, no matter how hard you tried. All it took was second, turn your head and you’d miss the wrench being tossed in the machine.
Not even five minutes ago, they had taken off and left behind a job well done. It was one of their first with Jayne on board and Mal had been pleased with how well he had done. The other man wasn’t the smartest thing in the ‘verse but he had good instincts and a sharp eye when it came to handling a gun.
He’d come up to check with Wash about where to go next when the pilot had noticed incoming on their left. Before they knew it, they were being fired on—someone had taken offence to what they had done, or just wanted their money back; or both—and though Wash had flown well, they’d still been hit by a stray blast.
This, as luck would have it, knocked something clean loose in their engine room. So now they were twisting and turning in the air like a dieing duck, barely flying and heading closer and closer to crashing with every passing second.
Mal clung as much as he could to the doorway, one leg braced on the floor with the other one tucked up against the doorframe. He could only use one hand because the other one was filled with his mechanic, who had been in the cockpit with them when the sky had fallen out from under them.
Kaylee clung as tightly as she could to his front, thankfully using her lower half to brace them as well. She was muttering something and he nudged her with his chin so he could hear.
“Gotta get ta th’ engine room!” she said, having to raise her voice to carry over all the noise and commotion, some of it was Wash cursing loudly in various languages.
Peering down the hallway, through the kitchen area and to the engine room, he shook his head. “Awful long way, little Kaylee,” he said grimly, tightening his hold on her when Wash barked out a warning.
“She’s right, Mal!” Wash continued after a second, trying his best not to bite his tongue in concentration. “We need whatever popped out to be popped back in again! Always wanted to die piloting a ship but, you know, I’d rather that be when I’m gray and old and not handsome and young! Did I mention virile?”
“Got an idea. Hold on tight, alright?” Once he felt the nod against his chest, he cautiously let go, almost having to gasp for air when her arms tightened around him. Well, unless her arms fell off she wasn’t going anywhere.
Reaching around, he fumbled for a second before locating the comms button.
“Zoe, Jayne, where are you two?” he shouted over the din.
A few seconds past before a voice piped up. “I’m in the kitchen, sir,” Zoe responded. “Near the door, in fact.”
There was a long silence after that and it worried Mal.
“Jayne? If you went and died on me now, I’m going to be mighty disappointed in my hiring practices.”
“Nah, I’m here. Sorry ‘bout that, was in the stairs leadin’ ta th’ infirmary.”
“Now?”
“Hallway between kitchen and engine room.”
Well, how about that? Sometimes plans just came together without having to think much about them after all.
“Kaylee, need to ask you a question. You trust me?”
Eyes peeked up at him from the safety of his chest and in any other circumstance he probably would have been shamed by the look she gave him. “O’ course! What a question ta ask!”
“Okay, listen to me. We’re tossing and turnin’ mighty quick. I try and let you go down to the engine room and we’re liable to wind up without a mechanic for a while. I’m goin’ ta let those two know what I’m doing but we’re pretty much going to pass you from person to person. When we’re ready, I’m goin’ to let you go down to Zoe and she’ll pass you down to Jayne. You okay with that?”
Mal felt her take a deep breath before she gave him a bright, if shaky, smile. “You promise they’ll catch me?”
“Promise or I’ll knock them both around for you.”
Kaylee nodded, face settling into a determined look. “Right then, guess I’ve got all the assurance I need. I’m ready when you are, Cap’n.”
He kissed the top of her head real quick. “That’s my girl.” Once again, he found himself shouting out orders and was pleased that there were no arguments from either of them. Well, from Jayne since he knew Zoe well enough to know she wouldn’t have argued.
Too much, at least.
“Wash, on my word, I need you to turn her so that we can give Kaylee a clear shot to Zoe and then to Jayne, alright?”
“I’ll give it my best shot.” Unable to look over his shoulder, he grimaced. “You be careful with her or I’ll do something nasty to you. Possibly involving small mutated animals.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Mal said, dryly, turning his attention back to Kaylee. “You ready?”
Kaylee shot a look down the hall that was looking longer with every second and watched as Zoe positioned herself square in the doorway, arms and legs braced as firmly as they could be. “Whenever you are.”
“On three, then. One…two…three…now!”
On his word, Wash yanked the controls up, coming out of a sharp twist and attempting to give them what they needed…a clean shot from one woman to the other. In the same second, Mal did something that he was surprised to find was so incredibly difficult.
He let go.
Kaylee, through sheer will, didn’t scream as she felt the floor leave her feet and the pressure of Mal’s arms disappear. She did, however, close her eyes. If she concentrated for a second, past the noise around her, it was like she was back playing in her uncle's barn, jumping off the loft into the soft hay beneath her.
The illusion was shattered, as she slammed into Zoe, a grunt of air escaping both of them as Kaylee instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around tight. She felt the other woman’s body give slightly, almost losing her grip from the door way as the feet where knocked clean out from under her. But Kaylee could feel the muscles in Zoë’s arms tighten, keeping a near death grip so that they wouldn’t fall away and injure themselves.
“You two alright?” Mal’s voice over the speakers, with Wash’s worried murmuring in the background.
“As well as can be expected, sir,” Zoe grated out, waiting for the ship to straighten out as much as it could before she tucked both of them in the doorframe like Kaylee and Mal had just been.
“I’m fine!” Kaylee called out, finally opening her eyes as they got themselves situated.
“No time to waste then. Jayne, you in position?”
Once again, Kaylee found herself glancing over as someone got into position, Jayne nearly filling up the entire doorway. “Send her on down!”
“Makin’ it sound like we’re in one of those fancy game shows,” Kaylee muttered into Zoe’s shoulder, causing her to laugh slightly.
“Crazy women,” Mal muttered. “Right, again, on the count of three…”
This time, Kaylee kept her eyes open because they were going to have to dodge the table if she was going to not get hurt during this little operation. As the ship turned again, Wash making adjustments for exactly the same reasons as she had kept her eyes open, she pushed herself off of Zoe and was once again in free fall.
Someone must have been looking out for her, she would decide later, dodging the table by mere inches, feeling it brush past her but thankfully no more than that because at the rate she was going, something would have broken. Something of hers at that.
The landing this time was harder, rougher, Jayne being more solid and compact that Zoe was. He didn’t move, though, just threw an arm around her waist to steady her when she almost lost her grip.
“Damn girl, you need to lose weight,” Jayne grunted, peering over his shoulder. “Uh. Gorram it. We’re outta people…”
“I can make it,” Kaylee said, poking him in the ribs for the weight comment.
“Yeah, and if you bounce your little head against that engine o’ yours, who do you think’s gonna get blamed?” Jayne shrugged. “Hang on real tight, you hear me?”
“Uh, sure…what…Jayne!” This time Kaylee did scream as he let go of the door, curling his shoulders up so to provide more cover for her body. One arm was still around her waist and the other one was reaching for the next door frame. With a curse filled grunt, he actually managed it, swinging them both through the door with their feet dangling towards the groaning, unhappy engine.
“Go on, ain’t got all day to be hangin’ ‘round like this,” he said through gritted teeth, obviously in some pain.
Nodding, Kaylee made herself let go and scrambled, quick as you please, towards the problem area. Clinging to the wall, she heard Jayne coming after her, positioning his body behind her so that she couldn’t fall off in mid-repair.
Within seconds, she had isolated it. She knew it, had known it since the trouble started, it was exactly as she had told Mal the other day, that this part had to be replaced or else it would blow faster than Zoë could draw her gun. But with a couple of twists, she could substitute…with a noise of glee Kaylee quickly did a patch repair. It wouldn’t last but it would stay until they reached ground in once piece.
With a shudder, Serenity suddenly righted itself, turning back so that everything was now right side up instead of being on its head. Kaylee sagged against Jayne’s chest as he whooped loudly.
Turning, she peered under his arm as Mal and Zoe hurried in, worried looks on their faces.
“I’m jus’ shiny, Cap’n,” she assured him, throwing an arm over both Jayne and Mal. “Best crew mates ever.”
“So,” Wash’s voice floated over them, “can I play the next time we go bowling with Kaylee?”
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Just one nitpick: the word you're looking for is "virile." Wash, perhaps unfortunately, is not a communicable disease. ;)
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Hee, glad you like it. Feels like I'm spamming my journal with this stuff. :D
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Inspiration comes in spurts and then I sit down and DO NOTHING BUT WRITE. o.o
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Loved it!! Shiny bouncing adventure
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Never really done something like this so I'm very pleased folks are liking it so much!