wash & ct fic, s9/s7. [ fic by buttercup ] →
Since she won’t get a tumblr herself and I like this too much to let it go unread. c: Full thing’s on the link.
“You don’t have to do this.”
She doesn’t answer. She just keeps packing, shoving things angrily into her bag without looking at him. There’s not much to put in there; they all came here with nothing at all.
He steps closer.
“Connie, you don’t have to do this. We’re in this together, remember? We’ll figure it out.” He puts his hand on her shoulder. “Hey.”
She jerks away, angrily, whipping her head around to glare at him and pushing past him.
“Don’t touch me!”
Wash drops his hand, turning with a sigh to watch her as she moves to the closet and yanks it open.
“Just listen, okay? Please. I can help you. We can get through this, Connie.”
“No we can’t.”
She doesn’t stop, pulling out her single set of civilian clothes and just looking at it a moment before balling it up and sticking it into the bag with everything else. She looks up at Wash, and he knows, just from looking, that he’s not going to convince her to stay.
What she says manages to surprise him anyway.
“Come with me.”
