ext_31027 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
kiraboshi.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
31_days2005-09-24 09:07 pm
kiraboshi.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2005-09-24 09:07 pm
[Sept 24] [Firefly] Scary Trees
Title: Scary Trees
Day/Theme: Sept. 24//Almost Gothic
Series: Firefly
Character/Pairing: Zoe & Wash
Rating: PG
“Are you sure you want to go out there?” Wash motioned out the front window with a wave of a hand, frowning. “It’s creepy.”
“Creepy?”
“Yes, creepy. Creepy trees. Look at how they twist like that.” He shook his head. “That ain’t normal.”
Zoë laughed; he always had such odd ideas of normal when it came to new planets. The trees of Gaea twisted up into the sky with gnarly black arms that sucked the sunlight in. Terraforming could only reshape so much, as the trees of Gaea showed all who visited the out-of-the-way moon; while the rest of the planet resembled the old Earth as much as any other colony, here, it appeared almost gothic in appearance.
“They’re just trees, Wash. I’ll be fine.”
He shrugged and flicked a few switches on the control panel; a hiss from deep within the ship told Zoë the ship was down and ready. “Oh, I know you’ll be fine. You’ll be out there with the Captain and -- “
“I thought you were over this.”
“Over what?” Wash asked, twisting around in his chair. She always lounged behind him, just out of view with a hand on his shoulder as to reassure him she was there. “I’m over everything. I’m over-crazy. Wait. Scratch that.” He frowned, trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to say, then decided against it.
“If you say so. I just don’t want to hear any of that when I come back all hot and tired,” she smirked, leaning over the chair to give him a quick kiss. “You hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
But after she disappears through the hatch, he falls back in his chair and sighs. Sure, he’s over it. Way over it. But not really. Those creepy, odd trees outside unnerve him, make the hairs on the back of his neck dance just enough to make him reconsider landing the ship. They mock him from beyond reach, twisting up towards the ship as if to catch it in a net.
“God damnit,” he swore in fluent Chinese under his breath. The phrase launched him from his chair and down the gangplank towards the dock and down the stairs in a rush of booted footsteps. Then, burst down the stairs and onto the landing. “Wait, wait.”
“What is it now?” It’s Mal, standing just inside the ramp already suited up for the meet. “Don’t tell me, you want to come with. Don’t you remember last time you came with?”
“Yeah,” Wash replied, moving over to the weapons cabinet. This time, he’d learn some shooting, perhaps even be in a real firefight. “I remember.”
“I thought you said those trees were creepy,” Zoë reminded him.
“They are. That’s why I can’t let you go out there on your own.”
“Hey!” Mal shouted. “She ain’t goin’ out there alone.”
Zoë slide up next to Wash, a hand snaking its way around his shoulders as he checks a gun and slides it into a holster. It’s a smile that greets her, and she wondered if her laid back husband, the one she married for all the qualities of Mal’s he didn’t have, was trying to be something he thought she wanted.
Leaning in close, she whispered, “I love you just the way you are, sugar.”
“I’m still coming with. It’s those creepy trees. I’ve got to protect you from them.”
“Honey, I think I’ll be doing all the protectin’.”
From far off, Mal asked if they’d ever actually be going anywhere, only to find himself ignored as the couple walked off the ship.
Wash turned back to him. “You comin’?”
Day/Theme: Sept. 24//Almost Gothic
Series: Firefly
Character/Pairing: Zoe & Wash
Rating: PG
“Are you sure you want to go out there?” Wash motioned out the front window with a wave of a hand, frowning. “It’s creepy.”
“Creepy?”
“Yes, creepy. Creepy trees. Look at how they twist like that.” He shook his head. “That ain’t normal.”
Zoë laughed; he always had such odd ideas of normal when it came to new planets. The trees of Gaea twisted up into the sky with gnarly black arms that sucked the sunlight in. Terraforming could only reshape so much, as the trees of Gaea showed all who visited the out-of-the-way moon; while the rest of the planet resembled the old Earth as much as any other colony, here, it appeared almost gothic in appearance.
“They’re just trees, Wash. I’ll be fine.”
He shrugged and flicked a few switches on the control panel; a hiss from deep within the ship told Zoë the ship was down and ready. “Oh, I know you’ll be fine. You’ll be out there with the Captain and -- “
“I thought you were over this.”
“Over what?” Wash asked, twisting around in his chair. She always lounged behind him, just out of view with a hand on his shoulder as to reassure him she was there. “I’m over everything. I’m over-crazy. Wait. Scratch that.” He frowned, trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to say, then decided against it.
“If you say so. I just don’t want to hear any of that when I come back all hot and tired,” she smirked, leaning over the chair to give him a quick kiss. “You hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
But after she disappears through the hatch, he falls back in his chair and sighs. Sure, he’s over it. Way over it. But not really. Those creepy, odd trees outside unnerve him, make the hairs on the back of his neck dance just enough to make him reconsider landing the ship. They mock him from beyond reach, twisting up towards the ship as if to catch it in a net.
“God damnit,” he swore in fluent Chinese under his breath. The phrase launched him from his chair and down the gangplank towards the dock and down the stairs in a rush of booted footsteps. Then, burst down the stairs and onto the landing. “Wait, wait.”
“What is it now?” It’s Mal, standing just inside the ramp already suited up for the meet. “Don’t tell me, you want to come with. Don’t you remember last time you came with?”
“Yeah,” Wash replied, moving over to the weapons cabinet. This time, he’d learn some shooting, perhaps even be in a real firefight. “I remember.”
“I thought you said those trees were creepy,” Zoë reminded him.
“They are. That’s why I can’t let you go out there on your own.”
“Hey!” Mal shouted. “She ain’t goin’ out there alone.”
Zoë slide up next to Wash, a hand snaking its way around his shoulders as he checks a gun and slides it into a holster. It’s a smile that greets her, and she wondered if her laid back husband, the one she married for all the qualities of Mal’s he didn’t have, was trying to be something he thought she wanted.
Leaning in close, she whispered, “I love you just the way you are, sugar.”
“I’m still coming with. It’s those creepy trees. I’ve got to protect you from them.”
“Honey, I think I’ll be doing all the protectin’.”
From far off, Mal asked if they’d ever actually be going anywhere, only to find himself ignored as the couple walked off the ship.
Wash turned back to him. “You comin’?”