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noelia_gTitle: A Place in Time
Pairing: Wesley/Mal
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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maleslashminis.
My first Mal fic, so no pitchforks. I could use some concrit, though.
There are many words one can hear when regaining consciousness, and Mal had heard them all.
‘Careful, it’s going to be fine’ was the most pleasant one. ‘He’s waking up, hit him again’ was quite probably the worst.
This was the first time, however, when the first word penetrating the haze and the darkness was “Idiot,” followed shortly by “Would you please just hold still?” All said in clipped, annoyed tones of someone who has better places to be and a strong desire to be there.
The words were followed by pressure on his side where, judging from the rapidly increasing pain, he got stabbed by whatever attacked him.
Mal groaned, and moved to look down at his side, ignoring the pain, or rather, trying to.
“Which part about holding still you didn’t understand?” the man asked, voice something between amused and irritated.
“The part where I got mauled by a talkin’ cow with fangs, walkin’ on two legs,” he muttered, twisting to look at the wound.
“Very well. Hold here,” the man told him, and proceeded to rip off a part of his shirt, staining it with blood from his hands. Mal had a moment to take a better look at him, and concluded that, of all the sights to wake up to after being run over by a mutated cow, this was rating pretty high on the scale.
“Come on, we need to get you out of here before they come back.”
Come back? The cows? Mal groaned again, as he was pulled up, and propped against the wall. “Can you walk?”
“Sure I can,” he muttered, deciding then and there that he could, even if he couldn’t. “But first things first. Who the hell are you?”
The man smirked again. “Wesley Wyndam Pryce. Pleased to meet you. Now, if you have no further objections, I’d like to get the hell away from here before the whole clan comes back.”
*
“Demonic cows,” Mal said again, getting another eyeroll from Wesley.
“Yes. Do I need to repeat the whole thing again?”
“Well, it keeps getting funnier each time.”
Wesley refilled the glasses with possibly the best scotch Mal had ever tasted. Considering he didn’t drink scotch all that much, that is. “And technically, they’re not cows. They are not even from our dimension, therefore there is little chance of even a distant relation... what?” he asked, catching Mal’s gaze.
“You always talkin’ like that?” he asked, and the answering shrug gave him the answer. “It’s a right wonder no one tried to kill you yet, then.”
The moment the words were out, he knew he had said something wrong. Wesley’s face clouded, and his hand unconsciously wandered up to touch his throat. Mal could see the faint bruise there.
Wesley smiled, and it almost didn’t seem forced. “Not for that reason,” he said softly.
“Right,” Mal muttered, wishing for a change in subject. “So, that happens to you often?” He hurried to explain. “The demon cows, spell-breaking, bringing home wounded strangers?”
Wesley gave him a look that Mal couldn’t identify, it would be a glare, only it wasn’t, and the honest smile was slowly coming back.
“Depends,” Wesley said, shifting on the couch, his body relaxing.
Mal grinned. “On the day? Your mood?”
“On how handsome the strangers are,” Wesley said, and just as Mal was laughing at the theatrically overdone tone and expression accompanying the words, Wesley shifted again, leaning in.
The kiss landed at the corner of Mal’s mouth, then, as Mal moved forward, Wesley’s tongue slid against his lips hesitantly. Before any of them could deepen the kiss, Mal groaned, as his movement resulted with a piercing pain at his side.
“Bad timing,” Wesley muttered, pulling away.
“The worse,” Mal agreed. “Stupid demonic cows.”
“They’re not...” the rest of his worth had been cut off by Mal’s finger on his lips.
“Just shut up.”
Pairing: Wesley/Mal
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for
wesleysgirl in Mal's round at maleslashminis.My first Mal fic, so no pitchforks. I could use some concrit, though.
There are many words one can hear when regaining consciousness, and Mal had heard them all.
‘Careful, it’s going to be fine’ was the most pleasant one. ‘He’s waking up, hit him again’ was quite probably the worst.
This was the first time, however, when the first word penetrating the haze and the darkness was “Idiot,” followed shortly by “Would you please just hold still?” All said in clipped, annoyed tones of someone who has better places to be and a strong desire to be there.
The words were followed by pressure on his side where, judging from the rapidly increasing pain, he got stabbed by whatever attacked him.
Mal groaned, and moved to look down at his side, ignoring the pain, or rather, trying to.
“Which part about holding still you didn’t understand?” the man asked, voice something between amused and irritated.
“The part where I got mauled by a talkin’ cow with fangs, walkin’ on two legs,” he muttered, twisting to look at the wound.
“Very well. Hold here,” the man told him, and proceeded to rip off a part of his shirt, staining it with blood from his hands. Mal had a moment to take a better look at him, and concluded that, of all the sights to wake up to after being run over by a mutated cow, this was rating pretty high on the scale.
“Come on, we need to get you out of here before they come back.”
Come back? The cows? Mal groaned again, as he was pulled up, and propped against the wall. “Can you walk?”
“Sure I can,” he muttered, deciding then and there that he could, even if he couldn’t. “But first things first. Who the hell are you?”
The man smirked again. “Wesley Wyndam Pryce. Pleased to meet you. Now, if you have no further objections, I’d like to get the hell away from here before the whole clan comes back.”
*
“Demonic cows,” Mal said again, getting another eyeroll from Wesley.
“Yes. Do I need to repeat the whole thing again?”
“Well, it keeps getting funnier each time.”
Wesley refilled the glasses with possibly the best scotch Mal had ever tasted. Considering he didn’t drink scotch all that much, that is. “And technically, they’re not cows. They are not even from our dimension, therefore there is little chance of even a distant relation... what?” he asked, catching Mal’s gaze.
“You always talkin’ like that?” he asked, and the answering shrug gave him the answer. “It’s a right wonder no one tried to kill you yet, then.”
The moment the words were out, he knew he had said something wrong. Wesley’s face clouded, and his hand unconsciously wandered up to touch his throat. Mal could see the faint bruise there.
Wesley smiled, and it almost didn’t seem forced. “Not for that reason,” he said softly.
“Right,” Mal muttered, wishing for a change in subject. “So, that happens to you often?” He hurried to explain. “The demon cows, spell-breaking, bringing home wounded strangers?”
Wesley gave him a look that Mal couldn’t identify, it would be a glare, only it wasn’t, and the honest smile was slowly coming back.
“Depends,” Wesley said, shifting on the couch, his body relaxing.
Mal grinned. “On the day? Your mood?”
“On how handsome the strangers are,” Wesley said, and just as Mal was laughing at the theatrically overdone tone and expression accompanying the words, Wesley shifted again, leaning in.
The kiss landed at the corner of Mal’s mouth, then, as Mal moved forward, Wesley’s tongue slid against his lips hesitantly. Before any of them could deepen the kiss, Mal groaned, as his movement resulted with a piercing pain at his side.
“Bad timing,” Wesley muttered, pulling away.
“The worse,” Mal agreed. “Stupid demonic cows.”
“They’re not...” the rest of his worth had been cut off by Mal’s finger on his lips.
“Just shut up.”
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Date: 2008-01-20 06:00 pm (UTC)"Yes. Do I need to repeat the whole thing again?"
"Well, it keeps getting funnier each time."
That was great! Your Mal was very good for the first time, you can feel the captainy exasperation. Nice job!
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 07:23 pm (UTC)They are not cowsErm. Thank you! :D
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Date: 2008-01-20 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 07:15 pm (UTC)To nie mój ship, ale oczywiście zawsze przyjemnie przeczytać coś z Wesleyem. No i Kapitan brzmiał in character.
Pozdrawiam.
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:21 pm (UTC)Krakow, powiadasz? Jeszcze bardziej genialnie. I bardzo sie ciesze ze fic sie podobal - pierwszy raz pisalam Kapitana, wiec... :D
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:29 pm (UTC)I yay! Ikonki Giles/Faith. Mój nowy chory ship... I
Czytujesz komiksy 8 sezon? Ja jestem nowym fanem, dopiero w 2007 poznałam Jossa...
Ależ tak, let's friend on. A w ogóle studiujesz w Krakowie? Ja filologia angielska ;)
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:32 pm (UTC)Giles/Faith, gods. Jestem obecnie na absolutnym cracku jezeli chodzi o ten ship. Total obsession.
Czytuje, czytuje. Metoda lekko nielegalna ;D Jestem zachwycona 'No future for you' i (sub)textem Giles/Faith...
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:38 pm (UTC)A ktoś czytuje legalną? Albo ogląda? XDDDD
No naprawdę...
::kiwa się::
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:44 pm (UTC)Nie UJ. Bylam na AP, ale mi sie znudzilo, przenioslam sie do college'u gama bell... planuje magisterke na UJ w przyszlym roku. Provided ze napisze wreszcie ten piekielny licencjat :D
Ale hey, bywa zabawniej. Swoja najlepsza przyjaciolke spotkalam na forum wirtualnego spin-offa Buffy, a potem okazalo sie ze chodzimy do rownoleglych klas w liceum :D
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:51 pm (UTC)Uff! Jakbyśmy chodziły razem na wykłady to chyba bym tego nie przeżyła...
Ja mam jeden sezon Buffy :D Szósty dokładnie.
Iiiik, równoległych klas? To rzeczywiście mocne. No ja poznaję czasem ludzi przez Internet, ale wiem wtedy z reguły, że są z Polski ;) a nie nagle okazuje się, że tak.
Yay filologia angielska...
(i widzę, że mamy naprawdę BARDZO DUŻO in common...)
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:57 pm (UTC)Tak duzo in common ze to zaczyna byc lekko przerazajace.
Szosty i czwarty sezon. No i wszystkie Angela, na ktore sie ostatnio szarpnelam w przyplywie desperacji po failure dysku twardego na ktorym mialam spiracone.
Seriously. Scary. Musimy sie kiedys umowic na kawe :)
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:03 pm (UTC)Musimy się umówić na kawę a Ty pokażesz mi jak wygląda ten Angel (box set?), którego pożąda moja dusza...
(Nie mam ikonki z Blair z Gossip Girl, jeszcze, więc użyję tej)
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:07 pm (UTC)Niestety nie box set. Znalazlam we Francji w komisie uzywane dvd, i caly zestaw wyniosl mnie niecale 60 Euro. Tylko troszke sfatygowane opakowania. Chetnie pozycze, jak tylko dowiem sie gdzie mieszkasz w ramach ubezpieczenie ;))
Nienawidz ile wlezie. Jestem przyzwyczajona. Geniusz jak moj jest zawsze niezrozumiany przez innych :D
Kawa. Po sesji, czy jestes jedna ze szczesliwych ktorzy nie maja wielu egzaminow?
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:16 pm (UTC)60 euro. ::płacze::
Ta ikonka z Blair jest śliczna.
A masz komentarze aktorów?! Podobno są przy 5 sezonie...
A mieszkam w Żaczku. (nie okaż się niebezpiecznym psychopatą, proszę!)
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:21 pm (UTC)Komentarze i owszem, sa. Najlepszy jest przy Hole in the World, Joss, Alexis i Amy.
Ja pracuje przez wiekszosc popoludni... jestem absolutnie wolna w poniedzialki przed 16, piatki po 15, srody miedzy 15 a 18... i niedziele. Na szczescie to juz ostatni tydzien meczarni, bo wyklady koncza sie w piatek, a przez nastepne dwa tygodnie nie pracuje bo szkoly maja ferie :D. Wiec wybierz termin, bo ja egzaminy mam dwa, i oba 28 :D.
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:28 pm (UTC)No to coś się na pewno da uzgodnić :D Bo w tym tygodniu jeszcze jestem bardzo zajęta, ale w przyszłym już niekoniecznie, zostają mi tylko egzaminy a zatem czas ;)
Przyszła niedziela? Lub poniedziałek? Gdzieś na mieście? Bo w tym mam zaliczenia jeszcze.
Świat jest przerażająco mały.
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:32 pm (UTC)Poniedzialek, moze? Juz nie pracuje, wiec caly dzien bede radosnie wolna (boze. wolna. WOLNA.)
Coffee Heaven na Karmelickiej? Ich kawa jest droga, przeslodzona i ochydna, ale jestem od niej uzalezniona. Pick the time :D
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:39 pm (UTC)Oj Alexis... ♥
Niech będzie Coffee Heaven.
:D
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:41 pm (UTC)And now, if you'll excuse me, musze sie niestety zbierac. Esej z psychologii BLAH.
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:53 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:59 pm (UTC)I wanted to make it much longer, but with BA draft due next week, and with psychology essay due... well, last week, I'm swamped. I might get back and expand... Definitely getting back to this world in one way or the other, since my femslash_minis assignment for this round is, coincidentally, Fred/Inara :D
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Date: 2008-01-21 12:43 am (UTC)This was lovely, thank you so much! I know it wasn't the easiest pairing -- Mal with another Firefly character would have been so much simpler -- but I'm a huge Wesley fan, as my LJ name indicates, and it was wonderful to see him with Mal. :-D
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Date: 2008-01-21 03:21 am (UTC)Thank you for taking part in the 'thon, sweetie! *squishes*
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Date: 2008-01-21 12:43 pm (UTC)Muuu-huuuu!!! Realy funny and very sweet story!
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Date: 2008-01-26 10:31 pm (UTC)I love your Mal, especially in "Well, it keeps getting funnier...", and the foot-in-mouth of "So, that happens to you often?"
Thanks so much for writing this!
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Date: 2009-02-06 05:18 pm (UTC)