Firefly Fic Dump
I found a bunch of fic I never finished and probably will never finish, so for your enjoyment...
Learning to Lie, Part three
No one here liked him.
And that was all well and good cause he didn’t like none of them neither. The girls were all prissy and dumb and the other boys too. Well, ‘ceptin’ for L’ien and Derrick. They weren’t so bad. Even if they kept pokin’ fun at his accent.
But they liked it here and Jayne just couldn’t abide by that. He didn’t like his fancy teachers or his fancy lessons or the fancy food or the fancy beds. Were a whole lot of fancy in the training house an’ Jayne didn’t like it one bit. They were always tellin’ him to sit up straight an’ rubbin’ dirt off his cheeks and makin’ him say ‘isn’t’ instead of ‘ain’t’ like he didn’t know the difference.
Most of all, Jayne didn’t like the eyes on him.
Growin’ up, he got used to blendin’ in. Even got good at it, so’s to get himself out of one scrape or ‘nother without gettin’ cought. But there weren’t no blending in here. He was taller the most everyone already.
Untitled Jaylee
Jayne was sitting on the catwalk above the cargo bay, his legs hanging down over the sides and staring out across the empty space. Directly across the bay, River sat mirroring him right down to the set of his shoulder, recently forced back into place by Simon earlier that evening. He sent a nasty scowl toward the girl and she only returned it.
Better just to ignore her, then.
He felt when Kaylee moved up behind him. She had a unique cadence to her step, almost as sweet and bubbly as she was. Even as despondent as he knew she was, her step was still buoyant.
“Cap’n…” her voice was shaky and Jayne shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t do well with feelin’s and the like. “Cap’n said you almost died.”
“Weren’t but a dislocated shoulder, Kaylee.” He grumbled. “Doc fixed it aright.”
“Cap’s says you woulda died if you hadn’t a wrenched that fella back. Cap’n says you made ‘im take the bullet meant for you.”
“’Cap’n says.’” Jayne could hear the cruelty in the words, and regretted it immediately.
“Cap’n says.” River parroted solemnly across the cargo bay. They both ignored her.
“Mal tell ya that fella got shot was holdin’ me still so his buddy could ex’cute me? Or he leave that bit out?”
“No, he said,” she murmured quietly. “But don’t you…you came back all soaked in blood an’ I…”
He turned his head, squinting up a her, “And you what?”
“C ap’n said-“
“Too zai si, Kaylee,” Jayne cursed, “I don’t ruttin’ care what Mal thinks!”
“Inara-“
“Or ‘Nara!”
Silent after that, Kaylee lowered herself to the cat walk next to him and they both watched River watching them. Normally, they’d have taken care not to let her overhear them, but weren’t much point anymore. They’d all gotten well used to the fact River knew everything. Besides, weren’t no one left on Serenity didn’t know he and Kaylee’d been bunkin’ together after today.
“You could die,” Kaylee finally said.
“Expect I will,” he agreed. “So?”
“I don’t want you to.”
Jayne furrowed his brows, clearly confused. “Everybody dies.”
“I know that,” she huffed and Jayne figured he’d said something wrong again. “But if we’re gonna…if we kept on…”
“Aww, hell,” he groaned. “I already got an earful from the Cap’n and Zoe. Wash too, but that don’t mean nothing. They already warned me off you and had a handful of good reasons for it too. “
“So you agree then?”
“With their reasons? Dui, but-“
“It’s better that way,” she exhaled shakily and she sounded awful close to tears. “Then it’s over.”
Jayne wondered when it had started and couldn’t remember. He’d certainly remember when it ended though. “Yeah, ‘lil Kaylee. I guess it is.”
The Emotional Education of Mad Mal, The Dread Pirate Love and Captain Jack Sparrow
It was the sound of cannon fire that drew the sloop Serenity out from the bay off Eleuthera and out to deeper waters.
They made the voyage against the will of the rest of his crew. The first mate of the ship stood at his side, feet braced against the roll of the ship over rough waters, her disapproval silent and palpable. Zoe had been with him since the end of War of the Spanish Succession where they’d spent three years together imprisoned on Nassau. They’d narrowly escaped the gallows, thanks to him, and she hadn’t left his side since.
Only now, he was rather certain she was considering it.
“Ain’t wise, sir.” She muttered quiet enough so the rest of the crew couldn’t hear, though the wind carried her voice out to see. “In fact, your brain ain’t exactly been rife with the wise lately.”
Captain Mal Reynolds, better known throughout the Caribbean as Mad Mal, narrowed his eyes to the distance, “Weren’t askin’ your opinion.”
It all started with the girl. He’d plucked her up off some deserted island near Jamaica near a fortnight ago. A strange little creature with big brown eyes and a peculiar way of speaking that left his head feeling muddled and foggy from trying to understand.
And he wanted to understand. That’s the bit that had his crew getting ready to mutinize. Already they were strapped for food, gone too long without proper plunder and his Master Gunner was beginning to get that bloodthirsty glint in his eyes that signaled no good for anyone but their overly cheerful Carpenter.
But even Kaylee’d begun to frown at the latest evidence of their Captain’s instability. “Why’re we chasin’ after a ship already been takin’ down by the sound of it?”
Mal wish he had answer.
He still hadn’t come up for an explanation for taking on another mouth to feed in River. A nice mouth, well and true, accompanied by a pretty voice that seemed to reverberate in the air whenever she spoke, but still another mouth to feed when he had plenty enough as it were.
Setting sight on her on that sandy beach, her tattered dress blowing in the wind, he’d followed instinct and brought her aboard with no better explanation to his crew other than he wanted to.
“I want to,” he growled.
It hadn’t exactly gone over well then, either.
The voices of his crew rose up in protest and he ignored them, focusing on the faint stirring in the water as they were nearing. Bits of wreckage floated on the waves and Mal scanned the water for survivors.
“A good choice,” he nearly jumped at the whimsical whisper that carried from the girl hanging agile from the forestay, an impish smile curving her mouth. “Must be done.”
“Aye,” he muttered, looking away. “It must.”
The waters churned with the wreckage as they arrived where the battle or, as he was beginning to think, the massacre must have taken place. “Wash, slow us down,” he commanded his pilot and navigator.
There wasn’t much of substance left in the water, foam and shards of wood floated like bracken in the waves. The murmur of the crew behind him dimmed as the registered the complete destruction.
“What happened here?” Zoe breathed.
“He came.”
River’s reply was quiet, but her voice carried out over the boat, to the rest of the twenty man crew.
“Who came, little bird?” Mal’s gaze swerved the girl.
She gave him an exasperated look, “A man. One wasn’t enough. Came to take but she was already took.”
“Gibberish,” The master gunner growled, “Let’s leave this mess to the gulls and get to maurading like we’s supposed to.”
“Shut it, Jayne,” Mal studied River. “What else, River?”
“There are only three.” She smiled, “He’ll want the other. Two is stronger than one.”
“What’s that mean?” Zoe asked gently, despite her unease with the Captain’s decision to take her aboard, she found herself genuinely liking the girl.
“Keep looking.” She swung up from the rigging and within seconds was perched high above in the foremast.
Simon stepped warily forward. He was the ship’s surgeon, recruited when Serenity had overcome a small warship. He still hadn’t become accustomed to the life of a pirate. “It appears unlikely that there would be survivors, Captain. Sir.”
“But not impossible,” he found himself saying.
And thus began the next great adventure.
Jayne's a Whore Remix
Kaylee’d always known Jayne.
The moment he’d stepped aboard Serenity, she’d known him through and through. They were the same he and her. Rough ‘round the edges, easy to please and grounded-grounded into the very earth itself.
She didn’t always like him. He was greedy and contrary and mean too. And maybe those were things she didn’t like so much about herself.
And that were it, really, that he and she were the same more than they weren’t. And sometimes, she didn’t like it.
But mostly she did. Sometimes she craved the raw feeling of being in Jayne’s arms, feeling muscles ripple and sweat slick skin under her finger tips.
Need and desire and throbbing, bone deep satisfaction.
The thrum in his veins matched the beat through hers and Kaylee knew Jayne.
And Jayne knew her.
And deep in space, the earth would move.
. . .
Mal liked the battle. The challenge. The down and dirty fight.
He liked goading the bigger man, working him up into a frenzy and then letting Jayne crash right on into him.
Amidst the biting and cursing and occasional punch thrown in just for the hell of it, there was something else too.
Respect.
. . .
Learning to Lie, Part three
No one here liked him.
And that was all well and good cause he didn’t like none of them neither. The girls were all prissy and dumb and the other boys too. Well, ‘ceptin’ for L’ien and Derrick. They weren’t so bad. Even if they kept pokin’ fun at his accent.
But they liked it here and Jayne just couldn’t abide by that. He didn’t like his fancy teachers or his fancy lessons or the fancy food or the fancy beds. Were a whole lot of fancy in the training house an’ Jayne didn’t like it one bit. They were always tellin’ him to sit up straight an’ rubbin’ dirt off his cheeks and makin’ him say ‘isn’t’ instead of ‘ain’t’ like he didn’t know the difference.
Most of all, Jayne didn’t like the eyes on him.
Growin’ up, he got used to blendin’ in. Even got good at it, so’s to get himself out of one scrape or ‘nother without gettin’ cought. But there weren’t no blending in here. He was taller the most everyone already.
Untitled Jaylee
Jayne was sitting on the catwalk above the cargo bay, his legs hanging down over the sides and staring out across the empty space. Directly across the bay, River sat mirroring him right down to the set of his shoulder, recently forced back into place by Simon earlier that evening. He sent a nasty scowl toward the girl and she only returned it.
Better just to ignore her, then.
He felt when Kaylee moved up behind him. She had a unique cadence to her step, almost as sweet and bubbly as she was. Even as despondent as he knew she was, her step was still buoyant.
“Cap’n…” her voice was shaky and Jayne shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t do well with feelin’s and the like. “Cap’n said you almost died.”
“Weren’t but a dislocated shoulder, Kaylee.” He grumbled. “Doc fixed it aright.”
“Cap’s says you woulda died if you hadn’t a wrenched that fella back. Cap’n says you made ‘im take the bullet meant for you.”
“’Cap’n says.’” Jayne could hear the cruelty in the words, and regretted it immediately.
“Cap’n says.” River parroted solemnly across the cargo bay. They both ignored her.
“Mal tell ya that fella got shot was holdin’ me still so his buddy could ex’cute me? Or he leave that bit out?”
“No, he said,” she murmured quietly. “But don’t you…you came back all soaked in blood an’ I…”
He turned his head, squinting up a her, “And you what?”
“C ap’n said-“
“Too zai si, Kaylee,” Jayne cursed, “I don’t ruttin’ care what Mal thinks!”
“Inara-“
“Or ‘Nara!”
Silent after that, Kaylee lowered herself to the cat walk next to him and they both watched River watching them. Normally, they’d have taken care not to let her overhear them, but weren’t much point anymore. They’d all gotten well used to the fact River knew everything. Besides, weren’t no one left on Serenity didn’t know he and Kaylee’d been bunkin’ together after today.
“You could die,” Kaylee finally said.
“Expect I will,” he agreed. “So?”
“I don’t want you to.”
Jayne furrowed his brows, clearly confused. “Everybody dies.”
“I know that,” she huffed and Jayne figured he’d said something wrong again. “But if we’re gonna…if we kept on…”
“Aww, hell,” he groaned. “I already got an earful from the Cap’n and Zoe. Wash too, but that don’t mean nothing. They already warned me off you and had a handful of good reasons for it too. “
“So you agree then?”
“With their reasons? Dui, but-“
“It’s better that way,” she exhaled shakily and she sounded awful close to tears. “Then it’s over.”
Jayne wondered when it had started and couldn’t remember. He’d certainly remember when it ended though. “Yeah, ‘lil Kaylee. I guess it is.”
The Emotional Education of Mad Mal, The Dread Pirate Love and Captain Jack Sparrow
It was the sound of cannon fire that drew the sloop Serenity out from the bay off Eleuthera and out to deeper waters.
They made the voyage against the will of the rest of his crew. The first mate of the ship stood at his side, feet braced against the roll of the ship over rough waters, her disapproval silent and palpable. Zoe had been with him since the end of War of the Spanish Succession where they’d spent three years together imprisoned on Nassau. They’d narrowly escaped the gallows, thanks to him, and she hadn’t left his side since.
Only now, he was rather certain she was considering it.
“Ain’t wise, sir.” She muttered quiet enough so the rest of the crew couldn’t hear, though the wind carried her voice out to see. “In fact, your brain ain’t exactly been rife with the wise lately.”
Captain Mal Reynolds, better known throughout the Caribbean as Mad Mal, narrowed his eyes to the distance, “Weren’t askin’ your opinion.”
It all started with the girl. He’d plucked her up off some deserted island near Jamaica near a fortnight ago. A strange little creature with big brown eyes and a peculiar way of speaking that left his head feeling muddled and foggy from trying to understand.
And he wanted to understand. That’s the bit that had his crew getting ready to mutinize. Already they were strapped for food, gone too long without proper plunder and his Master Gunner was beginning to get that bloodthirsty glint in his eyes that signaled no good for anyone but their overly cheerful Carpenter.
But even Kaylee’d begun to frown at the latest evidence of their Captain’s instability. “Why’re we chasin’ after a ship already been takin’ down by the sound of it?”
Mal wish he had answer.
He still hadn’t come up for an explanation for taking on another mouth to feed in River. A nice mouth, well and true, accompanied by a pretty voice that seemed to reverberate in the air whenever she spoke, but still another mouth to feed when he had plenty enough as it were.
Setting sight on her on that sandy beach, her tattered dress blowing in the wind, he’d followed instinct and brought her aboard with no better explanation to his crew other than he wanted to.
“I want to,” he growled.
It hadn’t exactly gone over well then, either.
The voices of his crew rose up in protest and he ignored them, focusing on the faint stirring in the water as they were nearing. Bits of wreckage floated on the waves and Mal scanned the water for survivors.
“A good choice,” he nearly jumped at the whimsical whisper that carried from the girl hanging agile from the forestay, an impish smile curving her mouth. “Must be done.”
“Aye,” he muttered, looking away. “It must.”
The waters churned with the wreckage as they arrived where the battle or, as he was beginning to think, the massacre must have taken place. “Wash, slow us down,” he commanded his pilot and navigator.
There wasn’t much of substance left in the water, foam and shards of wood floated like bracken in the waves. The murmur of the crew behind him dimmed as the registered the complete destruction.
“What happened here?” Zoe breathed.
“He came.”
River’s reply was quiet, but her voice carried out over the boat, to the rest of the twenty man crew.
“Who came, little bird?” Mal’s gaze swerved the girl.
She gave him an exasperated look, “A man. One wasn’t enough. Came to take but she was already took.”
“Gibberish,” The master gunner growled, “Let’s leave this mess to the gulls and get to maurading like we’s supposed to.”
“Shut it, Jayne,” Mal studied River. “What else, River?”
“There are only three.” She smiled, “He’ll want the other. Two is stronger than one.”
“What’s that mean?” Zoe asked gently, despite her unease with the Captain’s decision to take her aboard, she found herself genuinely liking the girl.
“Keep looking.” She swung up from the rigging and within seconds was perched high above in the foremast.
Simon stepped warily forward. He was the ship’s surgeon, recruited when Serenity had overcome a small warship. He still hadn’t become accustomed to the life of a pirate. “It appears unlikely that there would be survivors, Captain. Sir.”
“But not impossible,” he found himself saying.
And thus began the next great adventure.
Jayne's a Whore Remix
Kaylee’d always known Jayne.
The moment he’d stepped aboard Serenity, she’d known him through and through. They were the same he and her. Rough ‘round the edges, easy to please and grounded-grounded into the very earth itself.
She didn’t always like him. He was greedy and contrary and mean too. And maybe those were things she didn’t like so much about herself.
And that were it, really, that he and she were the same more than they weren’t. And sometimes, she didn’t like it.
But mostly she did. Sometimes she craved the raw feeling of being in Jayne’s arms, feeling muscles ripple and sweat slick skin under her finger tips.
Need and desire and throbbing, bone deep satisfaction.
The thrum in his veins matched the beat through hers and Kaylee knew Jayne.
And Jayne knew her.
And deep in space, the earth would move.
. . .
Mal liked the battle. The challenge. The down and dirty fight.
He liked goading the bigger man, working him up into a frenzy and then letting Jayne crash right on into him.
Amidst the biting and cursing and occasional punch thrown in just for the hell of it, there was something else too.
Respect.
. . .