They sit there together, at the table, in silence. Everyone else is off doing whatever it is they do, but being alone now offers me a lot of time to watch. I know they know I'm there, but like most times since…since Wash, they leave me to my own mind. I wonder if they even realize how they've changed. Since Miranda everything has changed, but these two are the most unexpected.
In the beginning, neither was completely whole. He was one lost hundun with an eye for three things: money, whorin', and violence. She was a lost, tortured, little girl with so much intelligence and strength and no way to control either. There was no friendship among them, just as much angst as any one person could imagine.
I never thought I'd see a day when things were different, but then Time enjoys messing with all of us I suppose. Now whether either of them fully realizes it or not, they're an integral part of the crew. So while he can still be the biggest pain in the pigu and she's still not completely not crazy, they're part of the family. They're watched over.
So as I lean here, lost in my own thoughts, I see how they fit together. She's there teaching herself how to knit a pair of socks, because his ma's hands ain't what they used to be. He's there flipping through magazines, trying to find her the perfect gun, after her last one got tossed over a cliff this past job. They sit close enough to feel each other's body heat, but still far enough away Mal wont say anything if he walks by. The only thing that can be heard is breathing, and that just barely. No pages turning. No needles clicking. If I didn't see them moving, I'd almost think they were frozen in time; the perfect picture of contentment.
Life is too short and precious to be wasting it. I normally don't find meddling in other folk's lives appealing, but I can't help it. They could be so good together. They already are. All those two need is a little nudge in the right direction. As I take a deep breath and head towards the bridge to do a bit of stargazing, they both look up at me. Nodding at both of them, I continue on, but not before seeing them smile shyly at each other. Maybe they wouldn't need that nudge after all. Maybe I'll just hold Mal back and watch their story grow.