NEW FIC: Justified
Apr. 15th, 2009 09:52 pmJustified
Author: jackwabbit
Fandom: Firefly
Rated: PG-13
Category: Gen, Double Drabble, Mal/Zoe Friendship, Dark.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: We did not fight the enemy, we fought ourselves, and the enemy was in us. -Chris Taylor, Platoon
Note: Written in response to the LJ prompt of ‘Spree’ on
firefly100 .
xxx
Never thought I’d see her lose control.
Saw it by accident, and truth be told, I wish maybe I hadn’t.
She’d had perimeter patrol.
I should’ve been bedded down, but nature had come callin'.
I heard it when I was done.
The unmistakable sound of a body hittin' earth.
Took me under a minute to get there.
I found her with three dead.
Three warm dead wearing our colors.
I was nearly fourth before she recognized me.
She had me dead to rights when she blinked and her voice choked on “Sir?”
I nodded, and her knife left my throat as she slid to the ground.
It was then that I understood.
I thought she’d finally snapped. I’d seen it happen too many times to discount it.
But when I saw that little girl - broken, bleeding, and bruised in all the wrong places, I understood.
All too well.
If there’d been another soul left breathin’ in that place ‘sides her and me, I’d have gladly joined her killin' spree.
As it was, all I could do was stand guard until the tremors stopped.
Then Zoë and me walked out of that place together, and we never, ever looked back.
Author: jackwabbit
Fandom: Firefly
Rated: PG-13
Category: Gen, Double Drabble, Mal/Zoe Friendship, Dark.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: We did not fight the enemy, we fought ourselves, and the enemy was in us. -Chris Taylor, Platoon
Note: Written in response to the LJ prompt of ‘Spree’ on
xxx
Never thought I’d see her lose control.
Saw it by accident, and truth be told, I wish maybe I hadn’t.
She’d had perimeter patrol.
I should’ve been bedded down, but nature had come callin'.
I heard it when I was done.
The unmistakable sound of a body hittin' earth.
Took me under a minute to get there.
I found her with three dead.
Three warm dead wearing our colors.
I was nearly fourth before she recognized me.
She had me dead to rights when she blinked and her voice choked on “Sir?”
I nodded, and her knife left my throat as she slid to the ground.
It was then that I understood.
I thought she’d finally snapped. I’d seen it happen too many times to discount it.
But when I saw that little girl - broken, bleeding, and bruised in all the wrong places, I understood.
All too well.
If there’d been another soul left breathin’ in that place ‘sides her and me, I’d have gladly joined her killin' spree.
As it was, all I could do was stand guard until the tremors stopped.
Then Zoë and me walked out of that place together, and we never, ever looked back.

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Date: Apr. 16th, 2009 02:59 am (UTC)on a side note: I was at the bookstore today and saw a Jimmy Buffet books. Almost got it for you but figured that you already had it ;)
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