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Summary: 20 ficlets and Drabbles done in the Firefly verse

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Firefly > Non-BtVS/AtS StoriesJmariaFR182571011,16728 Nov 0528 Nov 05No

Joy To the World

Title: Joy to the World
Series: Firefly Fanmix 1/20
author: Jmaria
rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None, set pre series
Disclaimer: Joss owns Firefly and he can do whatever he wants to them I just intervene and give the happy sighs. Fanmix idea - all walkswithheros
Dedicated: to Van Donovan - for Wash/Zoe courtesy of jilli v. 2.0
Summary: Drunken pity party of one.
A/N: how fitting that this randomly showed up on a Firefly fanmix? ‘Specially since Alan was in 28 Days - and this song was repeatedly played.



Joy to the World

If I were the king of the world
Tell you what I'd do
I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the war
Make sweet love to you



Wash tossed back another shot. He wasn’t one to take liberties with the Hooch Kaylee made in the engine room, but if any occasion called for it - this was certainly the time for it. He’d tried buying flowers, leaving trinkets, saving her the best protein and she still didn’t like him. It was disheartening. So now he was drunk in the infirmary - or what would be the infirmary. He was drowning his sorrows in another drink when she walked in.


Zoe stiffened a bit at the smell of Kaylee’s Hooch, but more at the sight of the Captain’s prize pilot slouched over the bottle. Something about him made her skin crawl. Could be the fact that he reminded her of every pilot her parents had worked with when she was growing up. Calm and cocky. Surest way to get everybody killed, trusting a guy like him behind the helm. She frowned. What was it he was muttering?



“If I were the King of the ‘verse, I’d junk it all, and I make sweet love to Zoe. ‘Course, she’d just knock me flat down again. What would a guy like that see in a girl like me?” Wash sighed. “My beloved Zoe, my autumn flower. If I had the poetry I’d write you the words.”



Zoe’s frown deepened. Was this all an act? She stepped out of the doorway and watched as his head bobbed up drunkenly. He scrambled to hide the bottle, but only succeeded in knocking it over. Zoe caught the bottle before it rolled off the table.



“Zoe, um, care for a drink?” Wash chuckled nervously.


“Not if you’re after knocking it over. Kaylee’s hooch is a rare commodity, pilot.”


“Better when shared?”


“I think you’ve had your share, but I think I‘ll take you up on that offer.” Zoe gave him a tiny smile that sent him reeling. “Don’t mean I trust you.”


“No, no, never,” Wash replied, a huge grin on his face.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Mathematic Equations of Pie" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 28 Nov 05.

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