ext_36783 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
stars-inthe-sky.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crack_van2011-10-24 10:36 am
stars-inthe-sky.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2011-10-24 10:36 am
My heart's racing, and I'm not used to that being a good thing by clockwork_jo (PG)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Simon/Kaylee
Length: ~1400 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clockwork_jo
Author Website: LJ fanfiction tag
Why this must be read: This fic does a nifty job of capturing just about every facet of Simon Tam, including the his relationship with River and how it colors everything else in his life. It reads like a deleted scene, right down to his interactions with Kaylee and Mal. And if you haven't noticed by now, I'm a sucker for some good Simon/Kaylee UST. Or RST. Whatever. I'm not picky.
Simon nods while he fills a syringe in that quiet and thoughtful way that everyone on the crew’s come to expect. No one really asks him for an opinion (or talks to him at all); unless a lick of the lips of tapping of his fingertips against a counter are the answer they want.
Mal’s heavy steps fade and he’s not gone five seconds before she mentions, “the captain’s just been real stressed--” and the last bit that seems for her (said quieter and with the accidental (but well-timed) fall of hair in front of her face), “He don’t mean it.” He doesn’t react much, not in anyway she sees. Simon’s not going to say that he didn’t ask or that she didn’t need to tell him, same way he’s not going to agree with her, or snake an arm around her shoulders and squeeze her tight.
(And he’s definitely not going to mention that him being stressed shouldn’t matter.)
Instead he just says, “Can I see your hand?”
It’s wrapped in an old engine rag- first thing she could find. He pinches it between gloved thumb and finger and peels it off to reveal her mangled hand. The blood has dried, and a swift cleanse with saline reveals that it’s one of those things that looks much worse than it is (she’s connected to Serenity in more ways than she considers).
My heart's racing, and I'm not used to that being a good thing
Pairing: Simon/Kaylee
Length: ~1400 words
Author on LJ:
clockwork_joAuthor Website: LJ fanfiction tag
Why this must be read: This fic does a nifty job of capturing just about every facet of Simon Tam, including the his relationship with River and how it colors everything else in his life. It reads like a deleted scene, right down to his interactions with Kaylee and Mal. And if you haven't noticed by now, I'm a sucker for some good Simon/Kaylee UST. Or RST. Whatever. I'm not picky.
Simon nods while he fills a syringe in that quiet and thoughtful way that everyone on the crew’s come to expect. No one really asks him for an opinion (or talks to him at all); unless a lick of the lips of tapping of his fingertips against a counter are the answer they want.
Mal’s heavy steps fade and he’s not gone five seconds before she mentions, “the captain’s just been real stressed--” and the last bit that seems for her (said quieter and with the accidental (but well-timed) fall of hair in front of her face), “He don’t mean it.” He doesn’t react much, not in anyway she sees. Simon’s not going to say that he didn’t ask or that she didn’t need to tell him, same way he’s not going to agree with her, or snake an arm around her shoulders and squeeze her tight.
(And he’s definitely not going to mention that him being stressed shouldn’t matter.)
Instead he just says, “Can I see your hand?”
It’s wrapped in an old engine rag- first thing she could find. He pinches it between gloved thumb and finger and peels it off to reveal her mangled hand. The blood has dried, and a swift cleanse with saline reveals that it’s one of those things that looks much worse than it is (she’s connected to Serenity in more ways than she considers).
My heart's racing, and I'm not used to that being a good thing