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[simon_doctor]

It's midmorning in Logan City on Praxed -- early afternoon, ship's time -- when Serenity touches down at the spacedocks. There's supplies to take on, and cargo to unload ... and two members of the crew to go ashore.

Simon and Kaylee are standing by the gangplank, next to the float pallet bearing their luggage. They've put in a call for a rental skimmer; it should be here sometime in the next twenty minutes.

This isn't goodbye forever. But it's still goodbye.

Comments

[gonna_live]

"Well."







"Guess I don't have to tell you to take care of her."

[flybywash]

"'Course I will."

He peeks up at her, head still mostly bent, and chances another smile, tiny and hopeful.

"Always have, best as I could."

[gonna_live]

"She's in good hands." And Kaylee tries for another smile, thinking all the while, this is like every bad vid ever made. "Reckon I know that much."

[flybywash]

Not as good as the ones leaving us, he really, really wants to say.

And he'd mean it as a compliment, but: eggshells. So he doesn't.

"So long as Jayne doesn't get promoted, anyway," is what he offers instead, lightly. When in doubt, make fun of the mercenary. "For the sake of us all I will stand staunchly against any promoting."

[gonna_live]

She raises her eyebrows. "I'm leaving captain the blowtorch. You got my permission to requisition it, if it comes to that."

[flybywash]

The tentative smile firms up. Wash sketches out a salute with two fingers.

Cheerily -- almost gleefully, even -- "Sir yes sir."

Because, seriously. Blowtorch.

[gonna_live]

"...think I should put that in writing?"

[flybywash]

Shifty Glance II: Electric Boogaloo ensues.

"Couldn't hurt. If there's time."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee glances past him into the cargo bay. "Won't take five minutes."

[flybywash]

Wash beams like it's Christmas morning.

And then, chancing a toe out onto those eggshells, "Is there anything else you need help getting in there?"

[gonna_live]

She shakes her head, nods at the pallet. "Everything's right there. We're good."

[flybywash]

"Shiny."

Which leaves him to...awkwardly stuff his hands in his pockets and rock back and forth on his heels a bit.

Yep.

[gonna_live]

"So -- " She makes to head past him. "Back in a minute."

Because it's easier than standing here. And if she takes a moment -- long enough to write something in the pad, and walk back -- she can compose herself and get through this.

[flybywash]

Wash spends that minute entertaining the possibility of dancing around Jayne, waving the document gleefully overhead, and decides with regret that it'd probably just end up with him laid up in the infirmary. Which, since they're losing their doc, too...bad plan.

Why do all the fun plans have to be the bad ones?



Well, his plans anyway. He's not counting Mal's.