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20 April 2009 @ 09:36 pm
Fic: The Good With The Bad  
(Very) Belated Birthday Fic for sugar_fey. Watch out for the bullets, don't trip over the dead people, and don't worry - sooner or later there'll be a wedding. Just like sooner or later there's fic ;o) *hugs*

Title: The Good With The Bad
Rating/Warnings: PG13, for shooting and corpses
Length: 2,583 words
Summary: Wash would like to get married, but every time he tries people start shooting and it's all Mal's fault.
Author Note: Technically follows on from Traditionally but works as a stand-alone.

The Good With The Bad


Bullets zipped through the air; ploughing through a carved wooden screen, destroying an overhead flower display, and ricocheting off a statue of the Buddha.

Wash lay on the floor behind the Buddha with his hands over his ears. One of Zoë's knees was jammed into his stomach as she braced her pistol on the Buddha's shoulder and fired at four large men and one long-legged woman, who had been sitting quietly at the back of the Collected Place of Worship until about two minutes ago when they'd pulled out a multitude of guns and opened fire.

Wash was pretty sure they hadn't been invited to the wedding.

Although the man with more facial piercings than an Eagle's engine had valves looked somewhat familiar.

Until a bullet in the gut from Zoë and a knife across the throat from Jayne made him look rather less familiar and rather more like a floppy child's doll made out of squashed tomatoes.

It seemed like the shouting, the shooting, and the swearing lasted forever, but Wash had been in a fire fight before and knew it couldn't have been more than five minutes before everything stopped. Then Zoë grabbed him by one arm and half-hauled him to his feet, her eyes searching for the Captain.

Inara emerged from an alcove that contained a wooden cross with a whispered prayer that sounded loud in the sudden quiet. Kaylee followed, clutching one of Inara's hands with both of hers.

"Think we killed them all," said Mal.

The long-legged woman lay at his feet with her black hair fanned out on the floor, a machine gun strapped to her body, and three bullet holes in her face. Another three corpses, included the pierced man, decorated the floor between him and Zoë.

Jayne prodded the fifth with the toe of his boot.

"Yeah, we got 'em all. Hwoon dhan. Make folks think twice about cheatin' us out of our money."

"Money?" Zoë strode over to Mal. "Tell me you didn't arrange for Lucien to hand over payment here," she said, coming to a halt in front of him with her feet a shoulder width apart and her arms folded.

Wash brushed flower petals and dust off his favourite Hawaiian shirt. He recalled 'Lucien' being the name of the pieced man and said pierced man hiring them for the stallion-rustling job they'd completed earlier that week, but he still didn't recall inviting him and his friends to the wedding.

Mal glanced at the body Jayne was standing over and then glared at Zoë's left ear. She glared back at him, with better aim, and neither of them said anything else.

Wash reached out and stroked a small scratch Zoë's pistol had left on the Buddha's shoulder. He opened his mouth, then closed it, and shook his head.

"Wh-what happened?" said Kaylee.

"Job went bad," said Zoë flatly.

"The job went fine. Getting paid went a little less than fine." Mal clicked his gun's safety catch back on and frowned. "Part where they shot at us was a ways past fine."

"I cannot believe," said Inara, "that you started a fight in a temple."

Mal holstered his gun.

"Collected Place of Worship. And I didn't start anythin'."

Wash looked around for the day's Worship Attendant and eventually spotted him sitting on the floor in an alcove, opposite the one Inara and Kaylee had hidden in, with his knees pulled up to his chest, his eyes closed, and a rather serene expression. Wash considered asking him how exactly he could be so calm when surrounded by flying bullets, but decided not to disturb him.

He could always ask Zoë later.

"Can't see any money on 'em," said Jayne. He crouched down to liberate a knife from an arm sheath on the corpse at his feet and shoved it in his belt before joining Zoë. "Mal, you get the money?"

"Lucien didn't come here to pay anyone," said Zoë. "He's more the kind that kills people and keeps the money. Which is why," she continued, narrowing her eyes, "the Captain agreed not to set the payment date until we had a plan for gettin' around that."

"We were getting married," said Wash, finally finding his voice.

The live people in the room turned to look at him.

"Well," said Mal. "Marriage. It's about taking the bad with the good, isn't it? Best to start as you mean t'go on."

"I would," Wash said, in the scarily calm voice he usually reserved only for when performing almost impossible feats of flying, "but I haven't, in point of fact, been married yet, on account of one of your schemes interrupting the wedding. Again."

Jayne frowned. "But where's the money?"

"They didn't bring any money, Jayne," said Zoë.

"What?"

"There is no money," said Wash, his calm breaking. "Our esteemed Captain invited a bunch of thugs to our wedding purely so they could shoot at us."

"Gorram it, Mal," said Jayne, one hand bunching into a fist, "you stupid- "

"Hey!" Mal protested.

"Yes," said Wash, "Mal is stupid. Mal is ee da tuo da bien!"

Inara's eyebrows shot up, Kaylee stared at him, and Jayne actually grinned. It was possibly the first time Jayne had ever grinned at him, but Wash decided not to take it personally.

"We were getting married! Just one day, we asked, without things going all to hell. Just one hour, so we could get married, but you couldn't do it. Do you hate the idea me being with Zoë that gorram much?"

He was thankful that he'd finally lost his calm voice. That kind of calm, which allowed him to invoke the best of his intelligence and skill, was for serious and scary situations, like flying through an asteroid belt or waiting for Zoë to return from a dangerous job, not for talking to Mal. He didn't want to find himself taking a person that seriously.

"Reckon I don't like the tone you're taking with me, pilot. Don’t hear Zoë complainin'."

"Actually," said Zoë dryly, "reckon I'd like to yell at you too, sir."

"Well." Mal looked from Wash to Zoë and back again. "Well. If that's what you think, when I've been nothin' but supportive of this here slack-brained plot for marital bliss… Didn't I arrange that chapel on Whitefall for you to get hitched in?"

"We had to stop because you were trying to bleed to death," said Wash.

"I'd been shot!"

"By a little old lady," Jayne muttered in the background.

"I had to answer 'if anyone knows any reason why this couple may not marry' with 'sorry, but my future wife needs to sew our Captain up whilst I fly the getaway ship'. And we barely made it back up the aisle before Patience came after the rest of us!"

"What about the soapbox Preacher on Firly Space Station? I had him praising marriage to everyone as was in hearin' range and ready to wed you on the spot."

"You made a public spectacle out of us for a diversion whilst you tried to steal a new Epsion Convertor!"

"Hey, we needed that Eppy-whatever-it-was! Kaylee said it was important and I'm inclined to trust her judgement when it comes to mechanical parts, even when it comes to parts we can't afford-"

"I said tried, as in 'failed', as in 'made more people want to shoot us'. Which, incidentally, put an end to that attempt at me and Zoë getting married as well. We didn't need more people shooting at us! Why is it your plans always end with people shooting at us?"

Mal tried out a few expressions and settled on a smirk.

"It's a talent."

Wash glared at him and walked out.

He didn't get very far, on account of having no money, no transport, and no real desire to leave anyway, since that would mean leaving Zoë, but he'd walked out of the building and he felt that made some sort of a point. Or at least he hoped it did.

The others came out not long after. Mal, leading the way, didn't look at him. Kaylee smiled shyly, Inara pursed her lips, Jayne grinned, and Zoë shot him a look that said, 'this is as far as you got?'

He shrugged. She shook her head, her lips quirking up into a smile, and he fell into step beside her.

Back at Serenity he leant against the bay wall, resting his head on the cool metal.

Zoë brushed against him as she started keying in the sequence to close the main doors on the control panel next to him. He wondered if she'd chosen to do that task now on purpose, to support him with her physical presence, or if she was just doing it now because it needed to be done.

Above his head Mal clattered up the stairs, yelling at Jayne to clear up the horse shit left over from their last job, and finally leaving the rest of them in peace. Except for Inara, who had already escaped earlier, gracefully disappearing to her shuttle as she was wont to do when Mal was in one of his moods.

Jayne grumbled to himself as he found a shovel and Kaylee hovered nearby uncertainly.

"On Earth-That-Was the Captain of a ship could perform marriages," said Wash conversationally. "Of course, they were everything else on a ship. Both judge and jury, which is a scary thought. And their idea of a ship was-"

"You want Mal to marry us?" Zoë cut him off in mid-flow and raised her eyebrows.

"I want to get married! I've tied the knot, literally," he said, remembering the night he'd carefully tied a new knot in the leather necklace Zoë wore, as a sign to the 'verse that she was married to him, "and now I want to stand up and be tied down in every way possible."

"Wash." She touched his arm gently. "I'm not going to change my mind."

"I know. Really, I know. Mostly." He sighed. "Maybe I just want to prove to Mal that I'm not going to change my mind, even if he does keep trying to get me shot on our wedding day."

"They weren't just shooting at you," said Zoë, amused.

"Please, like you were going to get shot." He turned his head to look at her. "You were amazing, you know. You are amazing."

Zoë ran a hand through his hair and grinned.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Jayne declared.

"Awww," said Kaylee, wrapping her arms around herself. "I think it's cute."

"And I think," said Zoë, tracing the shape of Wash's eyebrow with one finger, "that I've a solution."

"So have I," he said, placing his hands on her hips and drawing her closer. "People who live together on Newhall for seven years or more are registered as legally married."

"Landlocked for seven years? 'Sides, don't know if I could wait that long." She smiled, put her hands over his, lacing their fingers together, and stepped back. "Jayne, Kaylee. We're going out."

Jayne looked at her doubtfully.

"Is this gonna mean angerin' the Captain? Bad enough t'get fired, I mean."

"He says anythin' about this and I'll shoot him," said Zoë. "Not in a fatal manner, mind, but if there's going to be any shootin' this time 'round it'll be by me."

Jayne eyes drifted down to eye the gun holstered to her thigh then slid back up to her face.

"Right."

"Oh, the Captain wouldn't fire anyone for helpin' Zoë an' Wash get married," said Kaylee.

Zoë and Jayne turned to look at her with raised eyebrows.

"Well," said Wash contemplatively, "so far it has tended to end with Mal being shot rather than us."

Jayne eyed Zoë's gun again.

"Good. Can we keep it that way?"

Zoë opened the main doors and hurried them out before Mal could arrive to check why Serenity had been opened up without his say so.

After checking a public Cortex link for directions she led them to a small, non-descript building that turned out to be a Registry Office with peeling paint on the walls, a fishy smell, and a Registrar who looked like she'd rather be doing anything else but performing a marriage ceremony.

Wash didn't care. He looked into Zoë's face and told her he loved her and no one tried to shoot at them. It was perfect.

Kaylee cheerfully signed as their first witness, leaving her loopy mark on the electronic touch-screen with a digital pen. Jayne was rather more reluctant.

"You can sign your name, can't you?" said Wash. "Well, sign or she'll shoot you."

He indicated Zoë with a thumb over his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and kissed him on the back of the neck.

Kaylee sighed dreamily.

Jayne pulled a face, snatched the pen off the Registrar, and signed.

They posed by a wilting plant whilst the Registrar's assistant took a photograph of them and Wash handed over a goodly portion of his take from the last job for a copy, which Zoë told him off about but did so whilst smiling.

He loved it when she smiled.

He was therefore less than impressed when they found Mal waiting outside for them, if only because Zoë's smile faded.

The Captain's hair was a mess as if he'd run his hands through it repeatedly, his lips were pressed together in a tight line, and his stance was so stiff that for a moment Wash imagined that when he finally moved he would creak.

"Congratulations," he said to Zoë and offered her a hand to shake.

"Sir."

He nodded at her and her lips twitched, which wasn't a return to smiling but made Wash relax.

Then Mal turned to Wash, opening his mouth to speak, and Wash cut him off before he could start.

Mal could say whatever he wanted now and it wouldn't matter. He could invite as many people to shoot at them as he pleased and Wash wouldn't care. He'd just been married to the most amazing woman in the 'verse and he couldn't think of anything Mal could possibly say or do to burst his bubble of euphoria.

"I know, I know," said Wash, holding his hands up in surrender. "If I hurt her you'll kill me in interesting, unusual, and, above all, painful ways."

He grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"After Zoë has finished with me, of course."

"Which I won't be," said Zoe, coming to stand next to him with her shoulder and the length of her arm pressed against his. "Ever."

"Fine." Mal folded his arms and frowned. "Now could you conduct your marital bliss back onboard? We got a job lined up."

He turned around and walked away with his shoulders hunched up defensively. Jayne went after him, complaining about how he'd only been here because the alternative was to get shot, and Kaylee trotted along trying to keep up.

Wash thought about how Mal's crew always followed him. He hadn't really considered that all the shooting at their wedding attempts had been Mal's fault, but now he found himself wondering just how far Mal would go if he didn't want Zoë to get married and if maybe Mal thought that Zoë wouldn't follow him anymore if she was.

"Husband," said Zoë.

"Wife," said Wash, taking hold of her hand.

And they started walking back to Serenity.





Chinese, according to fireflychinese.kevinsullivansite.net is:
hwoon dahn = bastards
ee da tuo da bien = a big lump of crap
 
 
 
sugar_fey: FF- wash/zoe shindigsugar_fey on April 21st, 2009 02:51 am (UTC)
How Do I Love This Fic? Let Me Count The Ways...
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! *tackle glomps you hysterically* You are right now very much my favourite person!

Thankyou thankyou thankyou x infinity.

Everything about this is perfect... You really do know my fic tastes well. ;) I love that Zoe and Wash's wedding was consistently interrupted by gunfire, it's in keeping with canon and I could imagine it happening in the show.

"We were getting married! Just one day, we asked, without things going all to hell. Just one hour, so we could get married, but you couldn't do it. Do you hate the idea me being with Zoë that gorram much?"

Justifiably angry Wash! I love it. We don't see that side of him often in fic. It's great how despite the anger, Wash's voice is still recognisably Wash.

"Reckon I don't like the tone you're taking with me, pilot. Don’t hear Zoë complainin'."

"Actually," said Zoë dryly, "reckon I'd like to yell at you too, sir."


And Zoe standing up to Mal! *even more hugs*

I love the mentions of Zoe and Wash's other attempted weddings, especially since Mal was shot by Patience at one of them (how appropriate!)

And you know this is one of the few fics that makes me jump on the 'Aww, Kaylee is so adorable!' bandwagon? Normally I find her annoying and want her to go away and stop stealing other characters' limelight, but she's so charming here I can't help but like her.

And just so I sound like a broken record, I love how Mal wasn't at the actual wedding (because we know he wasn't in canon and I love fics that link directly to canon) and that the actual wedding was more of a last-minute registery affair that was over in five minutes. Sums up their life so well, doesn't it?

So in case you didn't guess, I love this and I will reread it as soon as I've posted this comment because it's so AWESOME.


inkvoices: F:wash wannafly?inkvoices on April 21st, 2009 09:58 pm (UTC)
Re: How Do I Love This Fic? Let Me Count The Ways...
Wooo! So very glad you like it :oD And many apologies that it's so blinkin' late.

It's great how despite the anger, Wash's voice is still recognisably Wash. Thanks. Basically, I just thought about what Wash would sound like if the events of War Stories were all Mal's fault (...oh, wait. *grins*).

I imagine that in the pilot episode when Zoe says to Mal, "but Patience shot you' with that amused look on her face she's thinking, 'how could I forget marriage attempt number one?' ;o)

Oh, wow, I made you like Kaylee? *twirls you*

I love getting canon details in there, so I'm pleased you liked that, and I'm all kinds of happy that you liked the story. Awesome. *happy sigh*
awfsomeawfsome on April 22nd, 2009 03:11 am (UTC)
awwm i;m adding this one to my favorites!
inkvoices: F:wash wannafly?inkvoices on April 24th, 2009 11:17 pm (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it!
sarahetc on April 22nd, 2009 11:43 am (UTC)
this here slack-brained plot for marital bliss
Wash was pretty sure they hadn't been invited to the wedding.

Hee!

Mal glanced at the body Jayne was standing over and then glared at Zoë's left ear. She glared back at him, with better aim, and neither of them said anything else.

Wash reached out and stroked a small scratch Zoë's pistol had left on the Buddha's shoulder. He opened his mouth, then closed it, and shook his head.


Love that moment. Or that juxtaposition of moments.

"Collected Place of Worship. And I didn't start anythin'."

Perfect Mal voice!

Wash considered asking him how exactly he could be so calm when surrounded by flying bullets, but decided not to disturb him.

He could always ask Zoë later.


Oh, burn! Do I smell toast?

"We were getting married," said Wash, finally finding his voice.

The live people in the room turned to look at him.

"Well," said Mal. "Marriage. It's about taking the bad with the good, isn't it? Best to start as you mean t'go on."


OMG. Seriously. OMG. What the hell, Mal!? WHOA.

It was possibly the first time Jayne had ever grinned at him, but Wash decided not to take it personally.

Hahahaha!

"You made a public spectacle out of us for a diversion whilst you tried to steal a new Epsion Convertor!"

"Hey, we needed that Eppy-whatever-it-was!


Ooh! Let's have that story next!

"I want to get married! I've tied the knot, literally," he said, remembering the night he'd carefully tied a new knot in the leather necklace Zoë wore, as a sign to the 'verse that she was married to him, "and now I want to stand up and be tied down in every way possible."

Oh my heart!!!

Wash didn't care. He looked into Zoë's face and told her he loved her and no one tried to shoot at them. It was perfect.

Aw!

I adore this! This is wonderful and perfectly episodic and so just right!
inkvoices: F:wash/zoe kissinkvoices on April 24th, 2009 11:23 pm (UTC)
Re: this here slack-brained plot for marital bliss
Wow, lovely long review :oD

Oh, burn! Do I smell toast?
Um, where? Wha'?

OMG. Seriously. OMG. What the hell, Mal!? WHOA.
There are some canon moments where I want to hit Mal. So I thought I'd write one. *grins* To be fair, although it's no excuse, I think he's really kind of upset and worked up by this point and not the biggest fan of Zoe/Wash.

Ooh! Let's have that story next!
*wards off your plot bunnies* Argh, no! The second installment in the Smuggling Job fic needs to be the next Firefly story I finish writing. (And not this or crazy crossovers that I have on the brain).

perfectly episodic is a fantastic compliment, thank you, and I'm really glad you enjoyed it!
arrogant_sage: zoe/washarrogant_sage on April 23rd, 2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
Brilliantly written. I could hear each character's voice perfectly. Thanks for sharing!
inkvoices: F:wash/zoe kissinkvoices on April 24th, 2009 11:24 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it :oD
printer's ink and blood: palin!squeejheti on April 24th, 2009 09:15 am (UTC)
Hi; I surfed in through the_cortex and just wanted to say this fic is awesome and was a really nice start to my day. Thanks for writing it. ^_^
inkvoices: F:wash wannafly?inkvoices on April 24th, 2009 11:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the lovely compliments. Happy to brighten your morning :o)
Fanartist in trainingkath_ballantyne on April 24th, 2009 11:48 am (UTC)
I love this!
You capture them all so well.
inkvoices: F:wash/zoe kissinkvoices on April 24th, 2009 11:26 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you! I'm happy you enjoyed it :oD
Karl Gallagherselenite on April 24th, 2009 03:55 pm (UTC)
This is great.
inkvoices: F:crewinkvoices on April 24th, 2009 11:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
M: Wash/Zoe = OTP of all OTPsmfirefly10 on November 29th, 2009 11:30 pm (UTC)
*chokes back a happy sob*

Absolutely perfect in every way:)
inkvoices: F:wash/zoe kissinkvoices on December 21st, 2009 12:18 am (UTC)
*hands you a tissue*

Wow, thank you! :oD