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Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds ([personal profile] badinlatin) wrote2005-10-09 05:58 pm
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Mal-Simon with theft.

Mal hates sneaking around his own gorram boat. This particular hatred keeps circling around in his brain as he makes his way toward the infirmary.

The two potions Bar gave him were gone by Saturday morning. Saturday night wasn't a picnic. What makes things more interesting is Mal now gets to hear...things; if he ever knew at all who those things belonged to, he's long since forgotten.

In the infirmary, it doesn't take Mal long to find one of Simon's smoothers. For once, Mal mutters a small thank-you for having an anal-retentive medic on board that orders the cabinets with precision.

One vial in his pocket, and the rest go nice and neat back up in the cabinet. The cabinet door closes, and Mal hears someone walking toward the infirmary door.

simon_doctor: (apprehensive v2)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-09 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It's Simon, unsurprisingly enough.

"...Were you looking for me?"
simon_doctor: (apprehensive v1)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-09 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Why, what happened Saturday?"

Kaylee hasn't mentioned it to him.
simon_doctor: (sidelong)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-09 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh."

He steps past Mal, opens a supply cabinet -- not the same one Mal's been pilfering -- and replaces a few items from his pockets inside it.

Not quite looking directly at the captain, he says "She didn't mention it, but ... I think she's a little worried about you."
simon_doctor: (neutral)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-10 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Studiedly neutral: "Do they?"
simon_doctor: (sidelong)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-10 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ouch.

Still neutrally: "Would you like me to tell her so?"
simon_doctor: (mildly bitter)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-10 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I see."

Just a little thinly: "That must be frustrating."
simon_doctor: (direct)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-10 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
There is not, in fact, a bright yellow stuffed cat anywhere in the infirmary.

"All right, then. I won't mention it to her."

A pause.

Which becomes a longer pause.
simon_doctor: (businesslike doctor)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-10 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Dāngrán." Simon opens a drawer, shakes a couple of pills out of a vial, and hands them to Mal.

"You shouldn't take them on an empty stomach," he adds, carefully.
simon_doctor: (businesslike doctor)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm."

Simon's voice is the only part of him that doesn't actually say "Good."
simon_doctor: (direct)

[personal profile] simon_doctor 2005-10-10 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll take that as a promise."