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Time to Say Good-bye

Mal was on the bridge after checking on Sadie and rebandaging his newly reopened wound. He lets out a groan and a whince as he sits in the pilot's seat to think.

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Mal just stares at his pilot.

"You know? I'd think you'd make up a better excuse, hue die." he states softly and slowly after a considerable pause. "I mean, geesh, we've got River an' Reavers an' Hell even Jayne! an' you think you're different?"

He shakes his head. "Fine. You wanna leave? Leave."

He was only a bit miffed. And hurt. Ok, maybe, very hurt and just a bit miffed.
"Excuse!?" Her voice broke, and then she lowered her face to the pants as her tears got away from her.
Mal's face softens a bit and he gives a sigh. "Aw, come on now. Why ya cryin'!?"
"Because I'm tellin' the truth, 'n y' don't believe me, 'n I don' even wanna haveta say goodbye!" she said without lifting her head.
He frowns and moves to stand up. Slowly and grimcing with pain in moves over to her and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Hue die? If you're tellin' me ya gotta leave cause ya don' belong than I don' believe ya cause ya do belong here. You're on my crew. But, if ya tellin' me that ya gotta leave cause where ya goin' feels more like home t' ya an' it's safe an' all, than I guess I got no choice but t'believe ya." he says softly and calmly.
"I'd..." Her sobs got harder. "I'd stay in a heartbeat. But iffin I stay I'll die...."

-'N maybe take Serenity with me.-
"What ya mean, hue die?" he asks softly.

Damn it, she needs to stop crying! He hates it when his girls cry.
"J... jus' fa... fall apart. St... stop be... bein'. Like my reality." She hugged the pants and tried to look up at him, smelling his sadness.
Mal frown deepens a bit and gives her shoulder a tight squeeze.

"Sadie? I ain't gonna pretend I know what ya mean, but I understand ya need t'leave." A pause as he looks over at Sam and than back to Sadie. "Still have my pants, huh?" he asks mentioning to them with a small smile.
"Y... yeah," she manages, holding them out to him.
He declines them with a shake of his head. "Nah, hue die. You hold on t'em for me. Just encase ya need 'em." he explains with a soft smile.

September 2007

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