A Prompt! A Prompt!
Title: Dolls and Kangaroos
Time: Very, very Post-BDM
Disclaimer: Firefly owns me, I own words
Notes: I got a cute prompt from terimaru and at lunch today I got the story out of my muse! A quick one shot of Jayne and Simon, a doll, a kangaroo and an irritating question
Concrit is love and nourishment.
Dolls and Kangaroos
Jayne peeked in the door of the infirmary, hoping to find no one there. Specifically the no one being Simon not being there. A doll was cradled gently to his chest, which in and of itself would raise skeptical eyebrows. Closer examination would show an arm half torn off, with brightly colored stuffing beginning to leak out. Shiny button eyes and a wide, red, stitched smile made the doll look eerily oblivious to her serious injury. Water still dampened her dress, courtesy of an unintended visit with Sushi and Sashimi. Jayne had waited until the deepest part of night to engage in his covert operation.
He searched the infirmary with quiet efficiency for suture thread and a needle. His normally brutish behavior and over-large movements were absent with no one to observe them. Only the doll peered trustingly up at him, a small red stain across her cheek.
Sitting on a stool, Jayne placed the doll softly on his lap, needle at the ready. Brow furrowed in concentration, the big mercenary's hands sewed the tiny doll’s arm back on, pushing the stuffing that threatened to fall gaily to the floor back in as he went.
“What are you doing?” Jayne nearly leapt off the stool at the abrupt interruption.
“Wang ba dan, Doc! Don’t go sneaking up on a body like that!” Jayne barked back.
Simon was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt with a picture of a psychotically happy kangaroo on it; hair disheveled from sleep.
“What are you doing?” He repeated, gesturing sleepily at the doll Jayne was holding in one hand, the other hand he had to his mouth, sucking his thumb where Simon’s impromptu appearance had made him stab himself with the needle.
“Fixin it, ya oughta be able to see that ya fay hwa hun dan,” he growled past the bleeding puncture.
“I see that, but what are you doing in my infirmary?” Simon continued with irritation.
“Needed thread and needle…”
“Yes as a doll is the same as a human; you could have asked Inara or Kaylee for thread instead of using expensive suture thread.” Simon started to move towards Jayne, reaching for the doll. Jayne stood up and pulled the doll behind his back out of Simon’s reach, knocking a tray of instruments to the floor in a loud clatter of metal and glass.
“Don’t be needin' yer help Doc.” Jayne stood back, with the doll still behind himself.
“Suit yourself, was going to offer to help with the stitches.” Simon shrugged, kangaroo on his shirt looking like it hopped up when he did.
“Why don’t you take yourself back to whatever place you go to sleep these days Doc?” Jayne leered at Simon. They both knew Jayne was ribbing Simon for his on again, off again sleeping arrangement with Kaylee.
Simon flushed bright red, eyes going wide, then narrowing.
“What’re ya doing up this hour anyway? Thought you Core folk needed yer beauty sleep.” Jayne pressed his advantage when he had it.
“You…I…How dare…” Simon sputtered.
“What in the sphincter of hell are you two up about this hour o’ the night?” Mal’s voice cut through the infirmary. “I got folk on this boat who need to be sleeping, and you two being at each other right now ain’t conducive to that activity.”
Simon and Jayne both opened their mouths to reply, but Mal put up both hands stopping them.
“No, no… I just want this over, dong ma?” He looked from one man to the other, eyes finally spying the doll with the needle and thread still hanging from her arm. Mal’s eyebrows rose, lips quirked into a sideways smile, “Well now don’t that just beat all.” Chuckling to himself, he turned to leave, tossing back over his shoulder, “This night goes quiet, now.”
Simon turned back to Jayne, “What are you doing?” as Jayne sat down to finish the job.
“You gone asked me the same yu bun duh question three times now Doc. If I’d a wanted to answer it, I would a hosted a gorramn press conference.”
With that, Jayne turned away from Simon and proceeded to finish his operation to repair the doll’s arm. Simon turned to leave, muttering, scratching his fingers through his hair. The kangaroo and the doll kept smiling gamely.
Anyone want the Chinese translations, just ask! Pretty common ones though. Te-he...love terimaru! yes I do!
Time: Very, very Post-BDM
Disclaimer: Firefly owns me, I own words
Notes: I got a cute prompt from terimaru and at lunch today I got the story out of my muse! A quick one shot of Jayne and Simon, a doll, a kangaroo and an irritating question
Concrit is love and nourishment.
Dolls and Kangaroos
Jayne peeked in the door of the infirmary, hoping to find no one there. Specifically the no one being Simon not being there. A doll was cradled gently to his chest, which in and of itself would raise skeptical eyebrows. Closer examination would show an arm half torn off, with brightly colored stuffing beginning to leak out. Shiny button eyes and a wide, red, stitched smile made the doll look eerily oblivious to her serious injury. Water still dampened her dress, courtesy of an unintended visit with Sushi and Sashimi. Jayne had waited until the deepest part of night to engage in his covert operation.
He searched the infirmary with quiet efficiency for suture thread and a needle. His normally brutish behavior and over-large movements were absent with no one to observe them. Only the doll peered trustingly up at him, a small red stain across her cheek.
Sitting on a stool, Jayne placed the doll softly on his lap, needle at the ready. Brow furrowed in concentration, the big mercenary's hands sewed the tiny doll’s arm back on, pushing the stuffing that threatened to fall gaily to the floor back in as he went.
“What are you doing?” Jayne nearly leapt off the stool at the abrupt interruption.
“Wang ba dan, Doc! Don’t go sneaking up on a body like that!” Jayne barked back.
Simon was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt with a picture of a psychotically happy kangaroo on it; hair disheveled from sleep.
“What are you doing?” He repeated, gesturing sleepily at the doll Jayne was holding in one hand, the other hand he had to his mouth, sucking his thumb where Simon’s impromptu appearance had made him stab himself with the needle.
“Fixin it, ya oughta be able to see that ya fay hwa hun dan,” he growled past the bleeding puncture.
“I see that, but what are you doing in my infirmary?” Simon continued with irritation.
“Needed thread and needle…”
“Yes as a doll is the same as a human; you could have asked Inara or Kaylee for thread instead of using expensive suture thread.” Simon started to move towards Jayne, reaching for the doll. Jayne stood up and pulled the doll behind his back out of Simon’s reach, knocking a tray of instruments to the floor in a loud clatter of metal and glass.
“Don’t be needin' yer help Doc.” Jayne stood back, with the doll still behind himself.
“Suit yourself, was going to offer to help with the stitches.” Simon shrugged, kangaroo on his shirt looking like it hopped up when he did.
“Why don’t you take yourself back to whatever place you go to sleep these days Doc?” Jayne leered at Simon. They both knew Jayne was ribbing Simon for his on again, off again sleeping arrangement with Kaylee.
Simon flushed bright red, eyes going wide, then narrowing.
“What’re ya doing up this hour anyway? Thought you Core folk needed yer beauty sleep.” Jayne pressed his advantage when he had it.
“You…I…How dare…” Simon sputtered.
“What in the sphincter of hell are you two up about this hour o’ the night?” Mal’s voice cut through the infirmary. “I got folk on this boat who need to be sleeping, and you two being at each other right now ain’t conducive to that activity.”
Simon and Jayne both opened their mouths to reply, but Mal put up both hands stopping them.
“No, no… I just want this over, dong ma?” He looked from one man to the other, eyes finally spying the doll with the needle and thread still hanging from her arm. Mal’s eyebrows rose, lips quirked into a sideways smile, “Well now don’t that just beat all.” Chuckling to himself, he turned to leave, tossing back over his shoulder, “This night goes quiet, now.”
Simon turned back to Jayne, “What are you doing?” as Jayne sat down to finish the job.
“You gone asked me the same yu bun duh question three times now Doc. If I’d a wanted to answer it, I would a hosted a gorramn press conference.”
With that, Jayne turned away from Simon and proceeded to finish his operation to repair the doll’s arm. Simon turned to leave, muttering, scratching his fingers through his hair. The kangaroo and the doll kept smiling gamely.
Anyone want the Chinese translations, just ask! Pretty common ones though. Te-he...love terimaru! yes I do!