Firefly fic: New Rule
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meridian_roseTitle: New Rule
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG-13
Characters: All
Wordcount: 336
Prompt: A "comment fic" originally written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whedonland, prompt : new
Summary: This sort of thing has to stop. Time for a new rule.
[set post "Our Mrs Reynolds"]
After Kaylee had used a blowtorch to free Jayne from the cuffs that were keeping him chained to his bed, and Inara had made a soothing pot of tea, Simon had to explain that he and Book hadn't been able to find Vera anywhere.
He was stunned by the look of hurt on Jayne's face. Anyone would think he'd killed the man's pet bunny (though in Simon's opinion, if Jayne had ever been given a pet bunny it would have ended up as stew before the end of the week).
River, who had been doing pirouettes and plies throughout all of the fuss, occasionally using Wash as a balance beam (when he wasn't shaking too much with laughter) finally paused in her ballet performance.
"Mal will bring her home."
This set in stone statement made, she continued to dance.
A few minutes later, Mal and Zoë returned to the ship, and Mal threw an item at Jayne that the mercenary clutched to him gratefully.
"Vera!"
Zoë nodded. "She was about to sold for a pittance of her worth," she said.
"You know what?" Mal said, taking the opportunity while the whole crew was together, "New rule. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool Jayne, well, not entirely unexpected…where was I?"
"New rule, sir," Zoë said helpfully.
"Right. New rule. No-one else comes on board without some sort of ID. They're always, well, fugitives, or Alliance agents, or, increasingly, women who profess to romantic attractions and obligations, only to turn out to be thieves!"
Simon, one of the aforementioned fugitives, looked briefly at the floor.
"Thieves on a pirate boat," Wash said to break the sudden silence. "Imagine."
Mal began an angry diatribe about the difference between his dubious morals and those of a pirate.
Jayne just held Vera tightly and thought that this time Mal was right. He resolved to abide by the new rule, and to see some sort of ID before he let strange yet beautiful young women chain him to the bed again.
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG-13
Characters: All
Wordcount: 336
Prompt: A "comment fic" originally written for
whedonland, prompt : newSummary: This sort of thing has to stop. Time for a new rule.
[set post "Our Mrs Reynolds"]
After Kaylee had used a blowtorch to free Jayne from the cuffs that were keeping him chained to his bed, and Inara had made a soothing pot of tea, Simon had to explain that he and Book hadn't been able to find Vera anywhere.
He was stunned by the look of hurt on Jayne's face. Anyone would think he'd killed the man's pet bunny (though in Simon's opinion, if Jayne had ever been given a pet bunny it would have ended up as stew before the end of the week).
River, who had been doing pirouettes and plies throughout all of the fuss, occasionally using Wash as a balance beam (when he wasn't shaking too much with laughter) finally paused in her ballet performance.
"Mal will bring her home."
This set in stone statement made, she continued to dance.
A few minutes later, Mal and Zoë returned to the ship, and Mal threw an item at Jayne that the mercenary clutched to him gratefully.
"Vera!"
Zoë nodded. "She was about to sold for a pittance of her worth," she said.
"You know what?" Mal said, taking the opportunity while the whole crew was together, "New rule. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool Jayne, well, not entirely unexpected…where was I?"
"New rule, sir," Zoë said helpfully.
"Right. New rule. No-one else comes on board without some sort of ID. They're always, well, fugitives, or Alliance agents, or, increasingly, women who profess to romantic attractions and obligations, only to turn out to be thieves!"
Simon, one of the aforementioned fugitives, looked briefly at the floor.
"Thieves on a pirate boat," Wash said to break the sudden silence. "Imagine."
Mal began an angry diatribe about the difference between his dubious morals and those of a pirate.
Jayne just held Vera tightly and thought that this time Mal was right. He resolved to abide by the new rule, and to see some sort of ID before he let strange yet beautiful young women chain him to the bed again.
