||[Sep. 6th, 2006|01:51 pm]
For my lovely Katie, who had a rubbish day yesterday! She asked for something Firefly or X-Men, and if I wanted to do a pairing, Wash/Zoe. I am somewhat lacking in inspiration today, so forgive me for the following…
Wash tore open the brown paper of the parcel. Inside was a plastic bag containing two dinosaurs. Tipping them out, he saw they were little rubber models, the kind you could buy for loose change at any market. There was a note inside. Something for you to play with, little bro. Wash grinned and threw the packaging onto the floor, then placed the dinosaurs onto the dashboard in front of him.
“So, you have tried to overthrow me,” he said in a deep voice, moving the t-rex menacingly towards the brontosaurus.
“No, no! I swear, my lord, I have been honest,” he said, waggling the brontosaurus’ neck. “I –”
“Am I interrupting something?” said a cool voice at the door. He looked over his shoulder to see Zoe standing there, all businesslike and Amazonian in her faded chaps.
“Only the beginning of a great power struggle,” he said, smiling brightly.
“Hm.” Zoe continued to look at him with her eyebrows slightly raised. Ok. So maybe this wasn’t the best time to ask her on that date. He’d been trying to pluck up his courage for the last two weeks, but hadn’t found a time when she seemed less, well, Zoe. She tilted her head at the landscape beyond them. “So, Jocasta. What’s it like?”
“Not so bad. It has some beautiful scenery, made of plastic, obviously, and –”
“Good,” said Zoe. “I’ll see you in half an hour.” She looked at his appraisingly. “You should probably change your shirt.”
“What? Are we having a meeting? Mal never said -”
“You’re taking me out to dinner,” she said, as if this were obvious. “Someplace nice. Where people don’t wear shirts that fluoresce.” Zoe strode away, allowing herself a small grin when she was out of Wash’s sight.
Wash sat back in his chair.
“That was bracing,” he said to the dinosaurs, and after fixing them onto the control panel, went to change his shirt.