Fic: Delivery
Title: Delivery
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Jayne/Simon
Summary: When the Captain insists they all go in together...
Word Count: 955
Warnings/Rating: Gen
Notes: Written for anorienparker 's prompt over at comment_fic; “ Firefly, Jayne & Simon, their first kiss ”
The stop on Serb's second moon Gahl was a fairly typical one, save for the fact that Captain had arranged a special medical pick up for Serenity per Simon's request last month. Despite how annoyed Mal had pretended to be, Simon knew that he respected the doctor's talents and valued his opinions - in medical quandaries at least. Simon had learned to keep his mouth shut when it came to battle tactics or bartering. His role came afterward. Always.
River was following Kaylee around the loading dock, and Simon was watching from the catwalks above. A smile tugged at his lips when the girls waved from below before heading out to do some shopping at the market.
“Come on, Medicine Man,” Jayne snapped, grabbing hold of his upper arm.
He tensed and pulled his arm back. “Go where?”
Jayne sighed, clearly exasperated. “Captain says you coming with us. I don't rightly know why, but he said.” He nodded to himself before concluding, “So you come with.”
“I'm not sure about this,” Simon said, furrowing his brow and staring down at the gun strapped to Jayne's hip. “I think I should probably wait here.”
The Captain chose that moment to walk by, carrying a large and suspicious looking crate. Upon seeing them, his face nearly cracked at the big grin that broke out across it. “Good work, Jayne. Thanks for letting the doc know he's coming with us. Ready to go?”
Behind Mal's back, Jayne shot him a look of such conceited superiority that Simon had to put quite a lot of effort into not kicking him in the shin.
The crate was packed full of something that smelled a lot like Simon's dorm room during school, but the medical supplies they received in return were incredible.
“Straight from an Alliance ship,” a woman with rotting teeth and a dagger in her belt had told them.
“Right,” Mal had said with a nod that didn't give any sense that there was anything unusual about what was going on at all. “We'll transfer the stock ourselves, Bridge. Thanks for this.”
“Always pleasure doing business, Mal.” She squinted at Jayne, then at Simon. “I see you picked yourself up a pretty one. He yours?”
Mal shook his head and laughed. “Not mine.”
Her frown deepened as she looked between the other two men, then she gasped in disbelief. “Certainly this brute can't get one this pretty?”
Simon tried to correct her, but she had turned away. “A damn shame. Even the pretty sly have slim pickings.” She turned back. “You ever think about getting someone more your caliber, I know come fine strapping lads with some more to offer.” She winked, “Unless he's giving you all you can handle.”
“Hey!”
He stepped on Jayne's foot. “Not just now, Jayne.” He smiled at her. “Do you have any new lines that I can use for tubing?”
*
“I ain't slim pickings,” Jayne mumbled, walking in with the last box.
“Be careful with that!”
He glared at the label. It was just a jumble of letters and numbers - not even proper words. Jayne could read words gorramitt! “The hell is it?”
“This is your box,” Simon said with a faint trace of pride. “I asked for a box to be specifically stocked just for you.”
Jayne was surprised at the warm feeling that spread through his chest. It felt like when he drank hot chocolate with vodka. Sweet and hot.
“Oh.”
“I have one for Mal, too,” he frowned, “but it was a lot smaller. I brought it in. Couldn't carry this one on my own.”
He cleared his throat. Simon looked at him curiously.
“Where should I put it? It's kind of heavy for me to be standing here to the end of time holding it up.”
“Right!” He seemed embarrassed and looked around. “Under the counter. Here.”
He bent down and felt Simon's eyes on him. For a moment, he thought he heard a soft whimper.
“So.”
“Yes?”
“What's in it anyway?”
“It's a fairly typical gun and knife wounds, burns - chemical and natural - blunt trauma and field surgical kit.” He squinted. “You tend to get a lot of different wounds all at once, so I needed something on hand that would suit you. Everyone else usually gets one thing at a time.”
“People gonna think you fancy me now, Doc.”
If Simon had laughed, Jayne would have clapped him on the back and let it alone, but Simon didn't. He stood there and stared at the box, resolutely not looking at the mercenary next to him.
“Would it make you uncomfortable?”
“Would what?”
“For heaven's sake!” He threw his hands up and cupped the other man's face. “You unbelievable ignorant, naïve, narcissistic - hmph!”
Jayne kissed him. It was rough and forceful, knocking the wind out of Simon, and he likely would have fallen if Jayne hadn't scooped him up easily. His legs dangled, so he wrapped them around Jayne's body. The muscles were just as hard and comforting as Simon thought they would be.
“No, Sir. Doc, I don't think that would make me uncomfortable at all,” he said when he pulled away. A small grin graced Jayne's mouth, satisfied that he got one over on the educated doctor in his arms.
Simon, on the other hand, could only gape and gasp for breath. He struggled to be angry, but he smiled and shook his head instead, leaning in for more.
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Jayne/Simon
Summary: When the Captain insists they all go in together...
Word Count: 955
Warnings/Rating: Gen
Notes: Written for anorienparker 's prompt over at comment_fic; “ Firefly, Jayne & Simon, their first kiss ”
The stop on Serb's second moon Gahl was a fairly typical one, save for the fact that Captain had arranged a special medical pick up for Serenity per Simon's request last month. Despite how annoyed Mal had pretended to be, Simon knew that he respected the doctor's talents and valued his opinions - in medical quandaries at least. Simon had learned to keep his mouth shut when it came to battle tactics or bartering. His role came afterward. Always.
River was following Kaylee around the loading dock, and Simon was watching from the catwalks above. A smile tugged at his lips when the girls waved from below before heading out to do some shopping at the market.
“Come on, Medicine Man,” Jayne snapped, grabbing hold of his upper arm.
He tensed and pulled his arm back. “Go where?”
Jayne sighed, clearly exasperated. “Captain says you coming with us. I don't rightly know why, but he said.” He nodded to himself before concluding, “So you come with.”
“I'm not sure about this,” Simon said, furrowing his brow and staring down at the gun strapped to Jayne's hip. “I think I should probably wait here.”
The Captain chose that moment to walk by, carrying a large and suspicious looking crate. Upon seeing them, his face nearly cracked at the big grin that broke out across it. “Good work, Jayne. Thanks for letting the doc know he's coming with us. Ready to go?”
Behind Mal's back, Jayne shot him a look of such conceited superiority that Simon had to put quite a lot of effort into not kicking him in the shin.
The crate was packed full of something that smelled a lot like Simon's dorm room during school, but the medical supplies they received in return were incredible.
“Straight from an Alliance ship,” a woman with rotting teeth and a dagger in her belt had told them.
“Right,” Mal had said with a nod that didn't give any sense that there was anything unusual about what was going on at all. “We'll transfer the stock ourselves, Bridge. Thanks for this.”
“Always pleasure doing business, Mal.” She squinted at Jayne, then at Simon. “I see you picked yourself up a pretty one. He yours?”
Mal shook his head and laughed. “Not mine.”
Her frown deepened as she looked between the other two men, then she gasped in disbelief. “Certainly this brute can't get one this pretty?”
Simon tried to correct her, but she had turned away. “A damn shame. Even the pretty sly have slim pickings.” She turned back. “You ever think about getting someone more your caliber, I know come fine strapping lads with some more to offer.” She winked, “Unless he's giving you all you can handle.”
“Hey!”
He stepped on Jayne's foot. “Not just now, Jayne.” He smiled at her. “Do you have any new lines that I can use for tubing?”
*
“I ain't slim pickings,” Jayne mumbled, walking in with the last box.
“Be careful with that!”
He glared at the label. It was just a jumble of letters and numbers - not even proper words. Jayne could read words gorramitt! “The hell is it?”
“This is your box,” Simon said with a faint trace of pride. “I asked for a box to be specifically stocked just for you.”
Jayne was surprised at the warm feeling that spread through his chest. It felt like when he drank hot chocolate with vodka. Sweet and hot.
“Oh.”
“I have one for Mal, too,” he frowned, “but it was a lot smaller. I brought it in. Couldn't carry this one on my own.”
He cleared his throat. Simon looked at him curiously.
“Where should I put it? It's kind of heavy for me to be standing here to the end of time holding it up.”
“Right!” He seemed embarrassed and looked around. “Under the counter. Here.”
He bent down and felt Simon's eyes on him. For a moment, he thought he heard a soft whimper.
“So.”
“Yes?”
“What's in it anyway?”
“It's a fairly typical gun and knife wounds, burns - chemical and natural - blunt trauma and field surgical kit.” He squinted. “You tend to get a lot of different wounds all at once, so I needed something on hand that would suit you. Everyone else usually gets one thing at a time.”
“People gonna think you fancy me now, Doc.”
If Simon had laughed, Jayne would have clapped him on the back and let it alone, but Simon didn't. He stood there and stared at the box, resolutely not looking at the mercenary next to him.
“Would it make you uncomfortable?”
“Would what?”
“For heaven's sake!” He threw his hands up and cupped the other man's face. “You unbelievable ignorant, naïve, narcissistic - hmph!”
Jayne kissed him. It was rough and forceful, knocking the wind out of Simon, and he likely would have fallen if Jayne hadn't scooped him up easily. His legs dangled, so he wrapped them around Jayne's body. The muscles were just as hard and comforting as Simon thought they would be.
“No, Sir. Doc, I don't think that would make me uncomfortable at all,” he said when he pulled away. A small grin graced Jayne's mouth, satisfied that he got one over on the educated doctor in his arms.
Simon, on the other hand, could only gape and gasp for breath. He struggled to be angry, but he smiled and shook his head instead, leaning in for more.