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Dead Like Wash by valiant (PG-13)
Fandom: FIREFLY/DEAD LIKE ME
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2860 words
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valiant
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: It is a rare Browncoat who can watch the Big Damn Movie without making tiny meep noises of distress at one particular part---and I think you likely know which part I mean. Valiant takes that pain and transmutes it into something that retains its sadness, but still has the seeds of something new for Wash---something that is oddly not entirely unlike what he must leave behind. On top of all that, Valiant does all the voices and characterizations exquisitely, and her dialogue is wonderfully sharp. She does right by both canons, and even uses their convergence to make both even richer than they were before.
He starts to steer Wash towards the door, but Wash holds fast.
"Sorry. I gotta wait for Zoe."
Mason just laughs. "My friend," he says reproachfully, and glances at a yellow slip of paper in one hand. "Washburne. H. My good friend H. What's that stand for?"
"Hoban," says Wash.
"All right. I'll stick with Washburne. Washburne, the not-so-willowy. Washburne, the rather short but stout and manly nevertheless. My good friend Wash. You are dead. Very spectacularly dead. I know you want to wait for... for good ol' what's-her-name--"
"Zoe," supplies George, hanging in the doorway impatiently.
"Yes. Good old Zoe."
"My wife," Wash says.
"Your dearest of darlings, Zoe," corrects Mason. "Yes. I know you want to wait for her, but do you really want to see her face when she comes back here and sees this incredible mess? I mean... who do you think's going to have to clean you up?"
He lets Wash consider this.
"Where are we going?" asks Wash, as Mason steers him out the cockpit and down the steps.
Dead Like Wash
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2860 words
Author on LJ:
valiantAuthor Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: It is a rare Browncoat who can watch the Big Damn Movie without making tiny meep noises of distress at one particular part---and I think you likely know which part I mean. Valiant takes that pain and transmutes it into something that retains its sadness, but still has the seeds of something new for Wash---something that is oddly not entirely unlike what he must leave behind. On top of all that, Valiant does all the voices and characterizations exquisitely, and her dialogue is wonderfully sharp. She does right by both canons, and even uses their convergence to make both even richer than they were before.
He starts to steer Wash towards the door, but Wash holds fast.
"Sorry. I gotta wait for Zoe."
Mason just laughs. "My friend," he says reproachfully, and glances at a yellow slip of paper in one hand. "Washburne. H. My good friend H. What's that stand for?"
"Hoban," says Wash.
"All right. I'll stick with Washburne. Washburne, the not-so-willowy. Washburne, the rather short but stout and manly nevertheless. My good friend Wash. You are dead. Very spectacularly dead. I know you want to wait for... for good ol' what's-her-name--"
"Zoe," supplies George, hanging in the doorway impatiently.
"Yes. Good old Zoe."
"My wife," Wash says.
"Your dearest of darlings, Zoe," corrects Mason. "Yes. I know you want to wait for her, but do you really want to see her face when she comes back here and sees this incredible mess? I mean... who do you think's going to have to clean you up?"
He lets Wash consider this.
"Where are we going?" asks Wash, as Mason steers him out the cockpit and down the steps.
Dead Like Wash