Fic: Red Men and Stars
Dec. 7th, 2007 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iliaTitle: Red Men and Stars.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Wash. Mal. River
Date: December 7
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erinm_4600 who asked for the prompt in my Advent Calender. Sorry it wasn't open yesterday, it was locked and my internet was fritzy!
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“Wash?”
“Shh!” Wash hissed as Mal entered the control room.
“Are you shushin’ me?” Mal questioned with irritated disbelief.
Wash tilted his head towards the co-pilot’s chair.
“Oh.” Realization dawned on Mal’s face.
“Leave her be.” It was as close to a command as Wash ever came.
“Why?” Mal was curious, that was for sure. He was openly analyzing the sleeping girl as if he’d never seen such a thing. “She’s so tiny,” he observed, somewhat disturbed.
Wash shook his head. “Followed me up. Party was probably a bit much. Sat down and started talkin’ about men in red suits and stars. Says the red-man won't come lest she sleeps and she sleeps best when the stars sing. Then she conks out.”
“Early?” Mal questioned with quiet concern.
“Don’t think so,” Wash denied.
"Well, she ain't ravin' so I suppose it's best to let'er sleep."
Wash hid a smile.
Mal was such a softie.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Wash. Mal. River
Date: December 7
Author’s Notes: For
erinm_4600 who asked for the prompt in my Advent Calender. Sorry it wasn't open yesterday, it was locked and my internet was fritzy!--------
“Wash?”
“Shh!” Wash hissed as Mal entered the control room.
“Are you shushin’ me?” Mal questioned with irritated disbelief.
Wash tilted his head towards the co-pilot’s chair.
“Oh.” Realization dawned on Mal’s face.
“Leave her be.” It was as close to a command as Wash ever came.
“Why?” Mal was curious, that was for sure. He was openly analyzing the sleeping girl as if he’d never seen such a thing. “She’s so tiny,” he observed, somewhat disturbed.
Wash shook his head. “Followed me up. Party was probably a bit much. Sat down and started talkin’ about men in red suits and stars. Says the red-man won't come lest she sleeps and she sleeps best when the stars sing. Then she conks out.”
“Early?” Mal questioned with quiet concern.
“Don’t think so,” Wash denied.
"Well, she ain't ravin' so I suppose it's best to let'er sleep."
Wash hid a smile.
Mal was such a softie.
