Wash looked up from playing with his dinosaurs, turned around in his pilot's chair to find River framed in the doorway. "Sheme?"
"They don't belong together," she developped, and stepped over the threshold.
Wash vaguely wondered if he shouldn't shoo her out of the cockpit, but decided he could well suffer Mal's wrath if the captain found out he hadn't. More like he could do with pushing Mal's buttons.
River pointed at one of them. "He's from the Jurassic, and she's from the Triassic, and he never even existed."
Wash looked down at his toys, back up at River. "How did you know Tracey was a she?" River shrugged, looking away at the switches lining the wall by his chair. Wash looked at her for a few seconds, then back down at his dinosaurs. Up at her with a tentative smile. "Wanna play with me? Anachronisms can be fun."
River blinked at him. And then she beamed. After they had been playing for five minutes, she pushed at his knee with her hand, caught his eyes. "Your anachronisms. They make me feel a kid again." And she smiled again, and he couldn't not smile back.
Completely crazy or not, she was just a kid.
5. Simon had done an amazing job, Zoe critically told herself. Wash would have looked asleep, if she hadn't known better, but even in his sleep his face never looked this... blank. If she had had any more tears to cry, she would have shed them here, as her fingers traced the cold line of his jaw.
"I'm sorry," she told him, emotions muted in her voice. "We're keeping the others. Some in the cockpit..." She trailed off, closed her eyes for a moment. "The rest for me."
Rigor mortis was gone, and she had very little trouble wrapping his hands around George and Spencer. She let her fingers trail over his knuckles, wondered if she could not find one last tear, for him. She bent over and kissed his forehead. "Rest in peace, my love."
The words seemed so unlike her, but she meant every one of them.
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Date: 2006-09-09 06:20 pm (UTC)Wash looked up from playing with his dinosaurs, turned around in his pilot's chair to find River framed in the doorway. "Sheme?"
"They don't belong together," she developped, and stepped over the threshold.
Wash vaguely wondered if he shouldn't shoo her out of the cockpit, but decided he could well suffer Mal's wrath if the captain found out he hadn't. More like he could do with pushing Mal's buttons.
River pointed at one of them. "He's from the Jurassic, and she's from the Triassic, and he never even existed."
Wash looked down at his toys, back up at River. "How did you know Tracey was a she?" River shrugged, looking away at the switches lining the wall by his chair. Wash looked at her for a few seconds, then back down at his dinosaurs. Up at her with a tentative smile. "Wanna play with me? Anachronisms can be fun."
River blinked at him. And then she beamed. After they had been playing for five minutes, she pushed at his knee with her hand, caught his eyes. "Your anachronisms. They make me feel a kid again." And she smiled again, and he couldn't not smile back.
Completely crazy or not, she was just a kid.
5. Simon had done an amazing job, Zoe critically told herself. Wash would have looked asleep, if she hadn't known better, but even in his sleep his face never looked this... blank. If she had had any more tears to cry, she would have shed them here, as her fingers traced the cold line of his jaw.
"I'm sorry," she told him, emotions muted in her voice. "We're keeping the others. Some in the cockpit..." She trailed off, closed her eyes for a moment. "The rest for me."
Rigor mortis was gone, and she had very little trouble wrapping his hands around George and Spencer. She let her fingers trail over his knuckles, wondered if she could not find one last tear, for him. She bent over and kissed his forehead. "Rest in peace, my love."
The words seemed so unlike her, but she meant every one of them.