Evil, evil badfic.
"Wild night?" Wash asks cheerily and nudges me good-naturedly with his shoulder. I don't know when or how it happened, but somehow, this easy-going man has become my closest friend on the ship. It's nice to have someone to talk to. As much as I love Jayne and am growing to love the Captain, neither of them have much use for what they consider idle chitchat.
I cover a huge yawn with a hand, nod, and say, "The Captain joined us last night."
"You know, you shouldn't let those two wear you out so much," he says with a little concern and a smile. "You're the only doc we've got and it just wouldn't do for you to drop dead from being over-fucked."
'Cause, ew.