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It's turning into yet another late night on Serenity. He's checked the course as many times as he can, done a couple of fuel-conserving tweaks on it, and wrapped up part forty-eight of The Rolling Plains of That Grassy Place. (Oscar died a horrible death at Crichton's stubby little hands. It was very sad.)

So now Wash is sitting on the cargo bay catwalk with a stack of paper scraps. The spaceball hoop's winched down a few feet, and he's aiming some neatly-folded paper airplanes through it.

Date: 2006-04-27 03:02 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (shiny yes indeed)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"And here I was thinkin'," says a voice coming from the corridor, "you wouldn't stand for anything flyin' to be unmanned."

It's Kaylee, hands in her pockets.

Date: 2006-04-27 03:21 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (happy)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"On patrol against tiny tiny people so small we can't see 'em."

Kaylee grins at him.

"What about you?"

Date: 2006-04-27 03:29 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (fixing things)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"That'd do it," she says, and eyes the scrap.

And then takes it, and sets to work, settling beside him. "So was the coffee part of the drama?"

Date: 2006-04-27 03:39 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (foxy lady)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"...you ever gonna write any of this down?" Curiously, as she works.

Date: 2006-04-27 03:49 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (shiny yes indeed)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"'Course she would." Kaylee beams. "And till then, you can read it to her."

Date: 2006-04-27 04:05 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (shy and pleased)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Sidelong look.

"It's gonna be fine."

Date: 2006-04-27 04:15 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (surprise!)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"What kind?"

Kaylee likes trees.

Date: 2006-04-27 04:20 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (i don't believe you/I have cute hair)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live




"...you can have palm trees and Douglas firs together on the same island?"

Date: 2006-04-27 04:31 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (let's examine this carefully)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Kaylee considers this. "Shiny enough, I guess."

And looks down at her airplane.

It's a little askew.

Date: 2006-04-27 04:39 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (little soul big world)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Silence.

"Maybe ain't surprisin', though."




She's refolding the plane.

Date: 2006-04-27 04:50 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (tet)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Gently: "Kids ain't scary."

Beat.

"And the other stuff is. So. Not...it ain't hard to understand."

Date: 2006-04-27 05:14 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (:O!!!)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Staring.

"No."

Date: 2006-04-27 05:56 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (i don't believe you/I have cute hair)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Headtilt. "Ain't bad."

Date: 2006-04-27 06:06 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (fixing things)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Kaylee looks down at the plane.

Up at Wash.

Wry, and resigned: "I'm a mechanic, Wash, not an engineer."

Date: 2006-04-27 06:26 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (foxy lady)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"All yours." She hands it over, and rests her chin in her hand. "I better leave the flyin' to you."

Date: 2006-04-27 06:36 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (happy)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"I'd burst into applause, but that'd mean movin'."

Date: 2006-04-27 06:47 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (i'll be in my bunk)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Silence.

Then, quietly:

"You sleepin' all right?"

Date: 2006-04-27 06:54 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (intent)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live





"You remember that tangerine from -- a while back?"

From before you died is perhaps not the most tactful thing to say ever.

Date: 2006-04-27 07:13 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (like a sunset going down)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"Daniel...left another one."

She's smiling.

"Piece with your name on it, if you want it."

Date: 2006-04-27 07:45 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (shiny yes indeed)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Her smile is warm. "Won't be but a minute."

Kaylee rises, clatters down the stairs, exits the cargo bay by the infirmary.

And is back, quickly, fruit in hand. "Haven't touched it yet. Mind doin' the honors?"

Date: 2006-04-28 03:05 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (i'll be in my bunk)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Which...seems like a private kind of ritual. It was different the first time, when they all took some. Before it all went to hell.

(Well.

Even more to hell than it already had.)

Now...it's just Wash.

Kaylee rests the tangerine on the floor and reaches silently for another scrap of paper, and busies herself.

Not a paper airplane. A bird.

Date: 2006-04-28 03:17 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (:D?)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Cheerful: "That's why tea's better."

She holds out the bird for inspection.

Date: 2006-04-28 03:26 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (i have a cunning plan!)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Kaylee regards it thoughtfully. "...bet I could get Sunny to glitter it."

Date: 2006-04-28 03:33 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (hee hee hee)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"...what kind of question is that?" She's grinning. "'Course she would."

Date: 2006-04-28 03:43 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (shiny yes indeed)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"Shi a. Okay. So. You start with a square piece -- "



All in all, there are worse ways to wear off a caffeine high before bed.

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