It Must Be Essay Season...
Dec. 3rd, 2006 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grav_ityYou know how I can tell? The plot bunnies won't be quiet.
AN: I didn’t really expect this to become a “two down, one to go” kind of story arc…but here I am. There will be no River. Nor will there be any about the boys. As far as I know, anyway.
Spoilers: Out of Gas, The Movie…all of it, really.
Pairing: Zoë/Wash
Rating: Kid Friendly
Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor the song is mine (Joss Whedon and the Dixie Chicks respectively).
Summary:
There’s no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in Freedom
Choices we are given
It’s no choice at all
------
Let Him Fly
Zoë never really expected to survive the war. There moments, fleeting, few and far between, when the crazier part of her thought they might actually win it, but deep down she knew that the cause was lost and she would probably die in the losing it.
As she stood in Serenity Valley and watched Mal’s misnamed angels set down all around her, she was surprised to find herself still breathing. Mal was angry, biting off insults at the captors and complaining endlessly at their conditions, but she was quiet, refusing to be baited by the guards who wondered often and loudly how a gal as pretty as herself would wind up in a place like this. In her mind, she took them out with a rail gun.
When they were free and on the move again and Zoë didn’t have a home left to go to, she followed Mal into the stars. She was used to that, by now. Adventure still gave him enough of a rush for the both of them, and she figured her cool and calculating head would save him from making too many blunders. She should have known that her hope in that regard would be in vain.
She didn’t stop him from buying that broke down Firefly and she wouldn’t bring herself to suggest a name other than Serenity and she couldn’t produce a pilot that didn’t grate against her nerves. Maybe the rust-bucket would blow apart the first time she broke atom and solve all their problems for them.
But she didn’t. She was tore up plenty, but she always flew true. In time, Wash was less annoying and more endearing and when he asked her to marry him, she surprised them both (and Mal, who fell over) by saying yes and meaning it completely.
The war was over and Zoë had survived. She lived and laughed and loved and tried her best to keep her men from doing anything to self-destructive.
But it didn’t last. And after all was said and done and Zoë realized that the war was never over until everyone was dead and even if she wanted death that wouldn’t mean she would get it, she flew off into the stars again in search of the next battle field, the new angels.
Zoë never really expected to survive the war. She was surprised when she thought she had and relieved when she knew she wouldn’t.
Ain’t no talking to this man.
Ain’t no pretty other side.
Ain’t no way to understand the stupid words of pride.
It would take an acrobat and I already tried that
I’m gonna let him fly
------
finis
Gravity_Not_Included, December 3, 2006
AN: I didn’t really expect this to become a “two down, one to go” kind of story arc…but here I am. There will be no River. Nor will there be any about the boys. As far as I know, anyway.
Spoilers: Out of Gas, The Movie…all of it, really.
Pairing: Zoë/Wash
Rating: Kid Friendly
Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor the song is mine (Joss Whedon and the Dixie Chicks respectively).
Summary:
There’s no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in Freedom
Choices we are given
It’s no choice at all
------
Let Him Fly
Zoë never really expected to survive the war. There moments, fleeting, few and far between, when the crazier part of her thought they might actually win it, but deep down she knew that the cause was lost and she would probably die in the losing it.
As she stood in Serenity Valley and watched Mal’s misnamed angels set down all around her, she was surprised to find herself still breathing. Mal was angry, biting off insults at the captors and complaining endlessly at their conditions, but she was quiet, refusing to be baited by the guards who wondered often and loudly how a gal as pretty as herself would wind up in a place like this. In her mind, she took them out with a rail gun.
When they were free and on the move again and Zoë didn’t have a home left to go to, she followed Mal into the stars. She was used to that, by now. Adventure still gave him enough of a rush for the both of them, and she figured her cool and calculating head would save him from making too many blunders. She should have known that her hope in that regard would be in vain.
She didn’t stop him from buying that broke down Firefly and she wouldn’t bring herself to suggest a name other than Serenity and she couldn’t produce a pilot that didn’t grate against her nerves. Maybe the rust-bucket would blow apart the first time she broke atom and solve all their problems for them.
But she didn’t. She was tore up plenty, but she always flew true. In time, Wash was less annoying and more endearing and when he asked her to marry him, she surprised them both (and Mal, who fell over) by saying yes and meaning it completely.
The war was over and Zoë had survived. She lived and laughed and loved and tried her best to keep her men from doing anything to self-destructive.
But it didn’t last. And after all was said and done and Zoë realized that the war was never over until everyone was dead and even if she wanted death that wouldn’t mean she would get it, she flew off into the stars again in search of the next battle field, the new angels.
Zoë never really expected to survive the war. She was surprised when she thought she had and relieved when she knew she wouldn’t.
Ain’t no talking to this man.
Ain’t no pretty other side.
Ain’t no way to understand the stupid words of pride.
It would take an acrobat and I already tried that
I’m gonna let him fly
------
finis
Gravity_Not_Included, December 3, 2006
