The whole time they're performing their final descent to Muir, Wash keeps expecting something to go wrong.

It's not just the typical 'this is Serenity, of course something's going to go wrong' paranoia, either. It's been six months since their stay at Southdown; six months of waves back and forth, of grudging explanations why work isn't taking ( Read more... )

Keane and Phoebe's guest room -- which Annie matter-of-factly gave up in favor of the sofa, claiming she'd "take it back when I've got a kid thumping around inside me, too" -- is a good deal more spacious than Wash and Zoe's bunk, but with a bed that's just a little too narrow to sleep two people comfortably ( Read more... )

The door slides back with a clank. Wash steps down into Serenity's front hall, Tonks not far behind. There's a second's wariness on his part as she passes over the threshold -- that gŏushĭ with Crowley only happened because the demon was still alive five hundred years later, but hey, you never know when you'll be dealing with sudden wacky time ( Read more... )

What about your characters makes you want to continue to play them, what brings you joy from them? Not what originally drew you to them, but what makes you keep them through all the purges, dramatic moments, nervous breakdowns, late assignments, finals week, thesis/research projects, etc.

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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 ( Read more... )

[After this.]They check and re-check that Ace is comfortably settled in before returning to their own bunk. Wash scoots down the ladder first, hopping down each rung on his left foot, hands tight around the frame ( Read more... )

Wash sits on the steps leading down to the bridge foredeck, feet splayed wide, one arm settled loosely atop his knees ( Read more... )

The offered reassurances that he'd sleep in a real bed for once?

Wash kind of lied.

Awake since four in the morning UAPT, charts scattered about and coffee long gone cold at his elbow, he's pillowed his head in his arms, fast asleep at the kitchen table.

Every so often, there's a gentle snore.

[From here.]

They break atmo ten minutes later, flames licking at Serenity's nose before they drop into the cool, bright silence of the black. Wash lets go of the controls and drinks it in, letting out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair ( Read more... )

Ask 'em anything:

Wash (Firefly/Serenity)
Mercer/Hermes (Greco-Roman Mythology; mercurialist)
Rosencrantz (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead; spinningcoins)
Sam the Shoulder Angel (The Emperor's New Groove; its_a_robe)
Cindy "Mac" Mackenzie (Veronica Mars; q_in_training -- she hasn't entered yet, but hey, why not. *g*)
...and, because retirement hasn't shut him up entirely, Roger Davis ( ( Read more... )