Fic!

Jan. 26th, 2008 04:13 pm
muccamukk: Spiral staircase decending multiple levels inside a tower.. (Politics: Face of Peace)
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Title: Zoe's Run
Author: [livejournal.com profile] muccamukk
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Number of Words: About 300
Spoilers: None.
Summary: There's blood on the sand, and Mal's time is running out.
Notes: Vaguely inspired by [livejournal.com profile] marthawells' post about telling time in a pre-chronometer culture. No beta, sorry.
Disclaimer: I realise that the recognisable persons, places and things in the following story are not mine. As I am making no money from this, I respectfully request that no one sue me.

Run! Mal thinks, Hurry, gorram it!

As he lies on the cool red dirt gasping, he closes his eyes and tires to imagine how long he has. He can imagine each step and familiar corner of the path back to his boat. His thoughts fly with steady pounding of Zoe's feet, and he can almost see her long, leather-clad legs stretching out as she sails over the stream, and her boots skidding on the landing and making the turn coming out of the canyon.

She will be half way there by then, and he's not sure he can hold out long enough for her to get the Doc and bring him back with his kit. Not with the way Simon moves in the bush, anyway, but maybe Jayne can carry him. They can't land Serenity in this ditch.

What a gorram stupid place to have a meet. Zoe told him so every time, but the Stocktons are a flighty lot, and it's always worked out before today. She's going to be smug forever if she manages to save his ass.

She must be on the boat by now: making Wash move as close as he can, grabbing the Doc's gear tearing the infirmary apart doing it. Simon will be throwing a fit, but now she'll be shoving him out the hatch whether he's ready to go or not. That's my Zoe, Mal thinks.

The run back seems a bit fuzzy, and he can't seem to keep his mind on the steps as he pictures Simon cursing and splashing through the stream.

He can feel the blood seeping past Zoe's field dressing and dripping onto the canyon floor. Too late, he thinks, but then he feels hands on his shoulders and swearing in Chinese. He realises he must have lost track of time.

Date: 2008-01-27 01:49 am (UTC)
ancarett: Change the World - Jack Layton's Last Letter (Default)
From: [personal profile] ancarett
What a neat play on concept that works so well in this context and with these characters. You can feel time drag its feet while Zoe races frantically to save Mal's life.

Date: 2008-01-27 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naewinter.livejournal.com
Oh wonderful! =D

Date: 2009-11-23 10:37 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] zoi-no-miko.livejournal.com
Love it! Very vibrant imagery built in such few words, and I thought it fit the canon very well indeed.
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