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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.

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[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.