In which the Bard finds another meme...

[awanderingbard]

Taken from joonscribble.

Give me a prompt, character or situation and I'll write you at least 100 words.

Fandoms: Dresden Files (Book or TV), due South, Firefly, Doctor Who (seasons 1 & 2, I'm fuzzy on my season 3)

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_medley_/]

How about Firefly, something with Mal and Zoe?

[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

Meet Cute

Above Mal's head a large flare went off in the sky, lighting up the trench he was in as though it were high noon. The man beside him winced and covered his eyes while Mal took the opportunity to take in the surroundings more clearly. Browncoats lined the trench in both directions, most passing the time as best they could. Some tried to sleep, others read and prayed. A hearty game of poker was happening several yards away.

There was a sudden commotion down the trench and Mal saw a figure somersault over the edge and collapse into the pit. It lay there, unmoving. He hurried down to it. He knelt down to see if the person was alright and found the action end of a gun pointed at his nose.

"Ai ya! Relax!" He exclaimed, holding up his hands in peace.

"You're a browncoat," the owner of the gun stated. It sounded like a woman, though her face was hidden by the collar of her coat.

"Who else is gonna be in this godforsaken hole in the ground?" Mal snapped. He pushed the gun from his face and the collar from hers. "Yer hurt."

"I'm fine," The woman said, through gritted teeth.

"You got a piece of metal sticking out of your forehead," Mal pointed out. "You ain't fine. I'll get a medic."

"Don't need one," the woman insisted.

She took a firm hold of the shrapnel in her head and pulled it out with barely a flinch. Mal looped a bandanna from around his neck and pressed it to the wound.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed. He stole her gun with his free hand.

She pushed the bandanna away, cursing, and tried to stand up, but Mal held her down. It was quite a task to keep her down. Her hands gripped around his wrists and they were freezing.

"Set," he ordered and she stopped fighting with him. As soon as he removed his grip, however, she was trying to get up again. "I will beat you unconscious with your own gun if you don't stay still."

She finally relaxed and he let her go. She stayed still. He pulled his leather gloves off and offered them to her. She refused them but he just kept poking her in the arm with them until she took them and put them on her frozen hands.

"Thank you," she said, reluctantly.

"No problem." He pointed to himself. "Malcolm Reynolds."

"Zoe Alleyne," she replied. "Give me back my gun."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_medley_/]

::flails a lot:: Oh, AWESOME. That is so perfectly them.

"I will beat you unconscious with your own gun if you don't stay still."

She finally relaxed and he let her go. She stayed still. He pulled his leather gloves off and offered them to her. She refused them but he just kept poking her in the arm with them until she took them and put them on her frozen hands.

I love the whole thing, but this, both what he says and what he does--just perfect. Thank you so much!

[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm glad you like it. I really love Mal and Zoe's friendship, so thank you for the prompt. :-)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_medley_/]

I love it, and I really love Mal and Zoe's friendship, too.