Spite
Title: Spite
Prompt: #19 Handkerchief
Rating: G
Word Count: 241
Title: Spite
Prompt: #19 Handkerchief
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: G
Word Count: 241
River watched from her hiding place behind a spiky, dried up shrub as Jayne sighted his sniper rifle down into the valley below them. What use was it to let her come out on jobs with the crew if she was never allowed to do anything, she grumped, chewing on her fingernail in boredom. Sit here, stay out of the way, don’t let anyone see you, they’d say.
She knew how to shoot, she could fight just as well as the others could, yet she was behind a bush while the lives of her crew mates rested in the hands of the ape-man who could barely form whole sentences. He was rude and mean and smelled bad. That last part she knew to be untrue as he mostly smelled like cigars and gun oil, neither of which she found particularly unpleasant, but spite was getting the best of her and insulting him made her feel better.
It wasn’t fair, she huffed, sending wisps of red dust into the air around her to tickle her nose.
AACHOO!
Within seconds Jayne was fishing around in his pockets and handing her the crisp white handkerchief he pulled out.
River scowled at his offering, but reluctantly took it from his hand. She blew her nose noisily, being sure to get as much mucus as she could on the soft cotton and reveled in the disgusted look her gave her when she handed the handkerchief back.
Prompt: #19 Handkerchief
Rating: G
Word Count: 241
Title: Spite
Prompt: #19 Handkerchief
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: G
Word Count: 241
River watched from her hiding place behind a spiky, dried up shrub as Jayne sighted his sniper rifle down into the valley below them. What use was it to let her come out on jobs with the crew if she was never allowed to do anything, she grumped, chewing on her fingernail in boredom. Sit here, stay out of the way, don’t let anyone see you, they’d say.
She knew how to shoot, she could fight just as well as the others could, yet she was behind a bush while the lives of her crew mates rested in the hands of the ape-man who could barely form whole sentences. He was rude and mean and smelled bad. That last part she knew to be untrue as he mostly smelled like cigars and gun oil, neither of which she found particularly unpleasant, but spite was getting the best of her and insulting him made her feel better.
It wasn’t fair, she huffed, sending wisps of red dust into the air around her to tickle her nose.
AACHOO!
Within seconds Jayne was fishing around in his pockets and handing her the crisp white handkerchief he pulled out.
River scowled at his offering, but reluctantly took it from his hand. She blew her nose noisily, being sure to get as much mucus as she could on the soft cotton and reveled in the disgusted look her gave her when she handed the handkerchief back.