Captains Crossing - Firefly and TW Crossover - Part One
Character: Captain Jack Harkness, Malcolm Reynolds, and Saffron
Shared Fic: Written w/ cptmalreynolds
Fandom: Torchwood and Firefly
Spoilers: if you haven't seen Firefly yet, what's wrong with you? No spoilers for TW.
Rating: Work Safe
Word Count: 457
Prompt: I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!... Captain Renault aka Louis for scifi_muses
The Game -
At least the terraforming on Bellerophon had come out nice. It was a vast improvement to when he’d been conned into playing cards on Haven. What a mess that had been, and Captain Jack Harkness was still embarrassed that he’d gone along with it. How mankind had come to this new ‘Verse would have been beyond him if he hadn’t lived through it. Five hundred years, an exodus to a new solar system, and it was still a dog eat dog world where the rich got rich and the poor suffered for not being rich. Jack might have tried to tread on the straight and narrow during the 21st century, but this was the 26th it was a whole new ball game.
He leaned back in his seat, and fingered the stack of Alliance coins in front of him. They weren’t bothering with chips. There was no reason too. It was a good dishonest game of poker between men of means. Using chips would have been old hat. It was better to see the real money on the table.
The game was late getting started. Jack didn’t like it when things started late. It meant something had gone wrong somewhere, and usually that meant there was a target on his back. He hoped not. He liked the blue suit he was wearing. It went well with his long blue coat. It wasn’t his original World War One coat of course, that had long ago rotted away with most of the conscience the Doctor had instilled in him.
“So where is this guy?” Jack asked after tossing back the last of his third drink. “I’ve got a game to run here.”
“He’ll be here,” his partner said, as she settled down across his lap. Her red hair was curled in finger waves that reminded him of the flappers he’d played with during the Roaring Twenties. She was a dishonest as his life was long, but Jack liked Bridget just fine. Or Yolanda. Or Saffron, or whatever her name was. She was using Juliet now. “I’m glad you’re going to help me with this, Jack. I owe Malcolm Reynolds. I want to take away everything he cares about.”
“One of these days, princess,” he said, kissing her lips soundly. “You’re going to have to tell me why you hate the man so much.”
“Someday I might tell you, but until then we’ve got a ship to steal. A niou-se to humiliate in the process. This is going to be so much fun.”
“Remind me not to get on your bad side.” Jack picked her up and set her on feet. “Best get out of sight. If he sees you, this whole game will be over before it even starts.”
Shared Fic: Written w/ cptmalreynolds
Fandom: Torchwood and Firefly
Spoilers: if you haven't seen Firefly yet, what's wrong with you? No spoilers for TW.
Rating: Work Safe
Word Count: 457
Prompt: I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!... Captain Renault aka Louis for scifi_muses
The Game -
At least the terraforming on Bellerophon had come out nice. It was a vast improvement to when he’d been conned into playing cards on Haven. What a mess that had been, and Captain Jack Harkness was still embarrassed that he’d gone along with it. How mankind had come to this new ‘Verse would have been beyond him if he hadn’t lived through it. Five hundred years, an exodus to a new solar system, and it was still a dog eat dog world where the rich got rich and the poor suffered for not being rich. Jack might have tried to tread on the straight and narrow during the 21st century, but this was the 26th it was a whole new ball game.
He leaned back in his seat, and fingered the stack of Alliance coins in front of him. They weren’t bothering with chips. There was no reason too. It was a good dishonest game of poker between men of means. Using chips would have been old hat. It was better to see the real money on the table.
The game was late getting started. Jack didn’t like it when things started late. It meant something had gone wrong somewhere, and usually that meant there was a target on his back. He hoped not. He liked the blue suit he was wearing. It went well with his long blue coat. It wasn’t his original World War One coat of course, that had long ago rotted away with most of the conscience the Doctor had instilled in him.
“So where is this guy?” Jack asked after tossing back the last of his third drink. “I’ve got a game to run here.”
“He’ll be here,” his partner said, as she settled down across his lap. Her red hair was curled in finger waves that reminded him of the flappers he’d played with during the Roaring Twenties. She was a dishonest as his life was long, but Jack liked Bridget just fine. Or Yolanda. Or Saffron, or whatever her name was. She was using Juliet now. “I’m glad you’re going to help me with this, Jack. I owe Malcolm Reynolds. I want to take away everything he cares about.”
“One of these days, princess,” he said, kissing her lips soundly. “You’re going to have to tell me why you hate the man so much.”
“Someday I might tell you, but until then we’ve got a ship to steal. A niou-se to humiliate in the process. This is going to be so much fun.”
“Remind me not to get on your bad side.” Jack picked her up and set her on feet. “Best get out of sight. If he sees you, this whole game will be over before it even starts.”