Practicalities
Wed, 10/19/2005 - 05:00 — Daiseechain
Zoe has always been practical. It's partly why she stays with Mal. After the war, and internment, work was scarce for those who'd been on the losing side. "Stick with me," Mal says, "and I'll find you work." So she falls in.
She doesn't even have to retrain. He gives her orders. She can follow orders. He tells her to shoot. She can shoot, things or people, makes not that much difference to her mind these days. It's all trouble anyway. Mal, God bless him, finds trouble even where there isn't. He needs someone to keep him in check, to remind him to be practical once in a while, or he's liable to let his ideals override his good sense. Or maybe it's his need for excitement that causes all the fun. Either way, he needs a partner, literally, in crime.
Staying off core planets, is just plain common sense. She has a record. They don't like her there, which doesn't bother her much, because she doesn't like them anymore either, with all their gloss and glass. Life's too short by far, to spend it all being told what to do by people who've never walked in your mud encrusted shoes. And if she can't stomach playing by their rules, then it's a matter of practicality not to go there. Put up or shut up, as her Father used to say.
Wash. Now, practicality was the reason Wash bothered her so much, to start with. The trouble she'd sensed wasn't from him, it was from within herself. That much emotion tends to cloud your judgement. Just look at Mal and Inara. Looking back, she couldn't be sure she'd never made a bad call on account of being distracted by Wash. Sometimes he'd kissed the nape of her neck, and the hair at the base of her skull would charge up with static electricity. Hard to pay attention to your duty when your hair is standing on end.
Her hair is always tame these days, but she is still a woman, and women the Verse over have needs, just like men. It's not practical to ignore them, because they tend to sneak up on you and make you irritable. Just look at Mal and... well, just look at Mal. There aren't too many choices out here in The Black. She doesn't want to end up jumpy and trigger happy on account of needs, so she has to be practical, now that Wash is gone.
"Same time next week?" His words muffle slightly as he pulls his top over his head.
"Better make it a few days later. Don't want to give them a pattern to work out."
He pauses in his efforts and squints at her. "Hell, they won't figure it out. And even if they do, won't care none."
"Even so."
He nods, watching as she brushes her hair with her hands to make sure it's in order. She leans her head against the door to listen for footfalls in the corridor, but there are none, so she pushes against the bamboo frame and slides it open, then makes her way to the cargo hold to help Kaylee out, like she'd promised.
They've probably all worked it out anyway and are being discreet for her sake. Still she has no fear that he'll tell. She has a sneaky suspicion that he respects her, for all his bluster. They have more in common than she cares to admit. And he does get something out of it too. Like her, Jayne is nothing if not pragmatic.
Zoe has always been practical
Rating |
G
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Spoilers |
Big honking spoiler for the movie 'Serenity'.
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Zoe has always been practical. It's partly why she stays with Mal. After the war, and internment, work was scarce for those who'd been on the losing side. "Stick with me," Mal says, "and I'll find you work." So she falls in.
She doesn't even have to retrain. He gives her orders. She can follow orders. He tells her to shoot. She can shoot, things or people, makes not that much difference to her mind these days. It's all trouble anyway. Mal, God bless him, finds trouble even where there isn't. He needs someone to keep him in check, to remind him to be practical once in a while, or he's liable to let his ideals override his good sense. Or maybe it's his need for excitement that causes all the fun. Either way, he needs a partner, literally, in crime.
Staying off core planets, is just plain common sense. She has a record. They don't like her there, which doesn't bother her much, because she doesn't like them anymore either, with all their gloss and glass. Life's too short by far, to spend it all being told what to do by people who've never walked in your mud encrusted shoes. And if she can't stomach playing by their rules, then it's a matter of practicality not to go there. Put up or shut up, as her Father used to say.
Wash. Now, practicality was the reason Wash bothered her so much, to start with. The trouble she'd sensed wasn't from him, it was from within herself. That much emotion tends to cloud your judgement. Just look at Mal and Inara. Looking back, she couldn't be sure she'd never made a bad call on account of being distracted by Wash. Sometimes he'd kissed the nape of her neck, and the hair at the base of her skull would charge up with static electricity. Hard to pay attention to your duty when your hair is standing on end.
Her hair is always tame these days, but she is still a woman, and women the Verse over have needs, just like men. It's not practical to ignore them, because they tend to sneak up on you and make you irritable. Just look at Mal and... well, just look at Mal. There aren't too many choices out here in The Black. She doesn't want to end up jumpy and trigger happy on account of needs, so she has to be practical, now that Wash is gone.
"Same time next week?" His words muffle slightly as he pulls his top over his head.
"Better make it a few days later. Don't want to give them a pattern to work out."
He pauses in his efforts and squints at her. "Hell, they won't figure it out. And even if they do, won't care none."
"Even so."
He nods, watching as she brushes her hair with her hands to make sure it's in order. She leans her head against the door to listen for footfalls in the corridor, but there are none, so she pushes against the bamboo frame and slides it open, then makes her way to the cargo hold to help Kaylee out, like she'd promised.
They've probably all worked it out anyway and are being discreet for her sake. Still she has no fear that he'll tell. She has a sneaky suspicion that he respects her, for all his bluster. They have more in common than she cares to admit. And he does get something out of it too. Like her, Jayne is nothing if not pragmatic.
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