SS: Pre-war intelligence came from a Magic 8 ball
Title: Pre-war Intelligence
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG- mild language at end
Summary: River discusses pre-war intelligence with her Captain.
Author’s (OOC) Note: Sorry for the long time no fic thing. Promise will be better. Comments are love.
"I figured it out."
Mal turned in the pilot's seat to face River as her bare-feet carried her gracefully onto the bridge. Her hands behind her back, so he couldn't see what she was holding. If she was holding anything.
Mal raised his eyebrow. "What ya figure out, little one?"
"Pre-war intelligence came from a Magic 8 ball." she says tilting her head. "It's the only way Simon could come up with such a fanatical conclusion."
Huh face from the Captain.
River gives a small frustrated sigh and shifts a bit closer to her Captain. Hands still carefully behind her back. "Asked the 8 ball for an answer and it said yes. Asked it again and it said no. Contradictory. Not right. Fanatical conclusion."
"I got no idea what you're talkin' about, Lit'Albatross." states the Captain with a shake of his head. "You an' Simon still havin' that "who can drown th'other first with a glass of water" battle that ya started at dinner?"
"Nope. I won. Pre-war intelligence came from Kaylee."
A smile. "So, th' gorram water fight is over?" he asks with a chuckle. "You ain't chasin' him no more?"
River gives a giggle and nods. "Yep. Got reliable source. No Magic 8 ball."
Mal nods with a chuckle. "Good girl."
River is still trying not to giggle.
Nervous chuckle from the Captain. "What?"
The reader steps closer and with a speed only River could master brought her hands around and droused Mal with a cup of cold water. "You're turn!" she cries with a giggle and runs off the bridge.
Mal blinks a couple a times before he chuckles with a shake of his head. Shoulda saw that comin'.
"THIS MEANS WAR!" he cries jumping to his feet to dry off and than go find Kaylee because he'll be damned if he didn't have a reliable source.
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG- mild language at end
Summary: River discusses pre-war intelligence with her Captain.
Author’s (OOC) Note: Sorry for the long time no fic thing. Promise will be better. Comments are love.
"I figured it out."
Mal turned in the pilot's seat to face River as her bare-feet carried her gracefully onto the bridge. Her hands behind her back, so he couldn't see what she was holding. If she was holding anything.
Mal raised his eyebrow. "What ya figure out, little one?"
"Pre-war intelligence came from a Magic 8 ball." she says tilting her head. "It's the only way Simon could come up with such a fanatical conclusion."
Huh face from the Captain.
River gives a small frustrated sigh and shifts a bit closer to her Captain. Hands still carefully behind her back. "Asked the 8 ball for an answer and it said yes. Asked it again and it said no. Contradictory. Not right. Fanatical conclusion."
"I got no idea what you're talkin' about, Lit'Albatross." states the Captain with a shake of his head. "You an' Simon still havin' that "who can drown th'other first with a glass of water" battle that ya started at dinner?"
"Nope. I won. Pre-war intelligence came from Kaylee."
A smile. "So, th' gorram water fight is over?" he asks with a chuckle. "You ain't chasin' him no more?"
River gives a giggle and nods. "Yep. Got reliable source. No Magic 8 ball."
Mal nods with a chuckle. "Good girl."
River is still trying not to giggle.
Nervous chuckle from the Captain. "What?"
The reader steps closer and with a speed only River could master brought her hands around and droused Mal with a cup of cold water. "You're turn!" she cries with a giggle and runs off the bridge.
Mal blinks a couple a times before he chuckles with a shake of his head. Shoulda saw that comin'.
"THIS MEANS WAR!" he cries jumping to his feet to dry off and than go find Kaylee because he'll be damned if he didn't have a reliable source.