Rant, "String Theory", Etc. Etc.
RANT!
There is an irritating, electronic beeping. And it's coming from inside the house. I have no idea where it's coming from, but it is annoying me and keeping me from restful slumber and HANNAH WANT SMASH. Bah! It's driving me crazy! I've no idea where it's coming from - or what's even making the noise - so I can't stop it! And I want to stop it so bad... Le sigh. Le moan.
THERE IT WAS AGAIN! AAGH!
*seethes* And since I cannot stop this irritating little beep, I've just decided to post some bits of "String Theory" that have been sitting in my notebook for awhile. Three a think. Maybe four? I've been slacking on my Wednes-dates (Wednesday updates, see how I combined them there? yuk yuk), so I think I have a lot of "backed-up" stuff I need to get in here.
On a semi-related note, I really need to clean up the tags in here. But with freakin' 381 entries, I don't really want to undertake the task. Maybe one day when I'm bored. Very bored. Though speaking of that, I actually have to go out and be productive and responsible tomorrow instead of lounging about being hermit-like as I've done all weekend. (THERE IT WAS AGAIN! AAGH! BLASTED NOISE!) Poor, poor me... *laughs*
ANYWAY! As I'm sure my ranting is mostly pointless and boring-to-read, I shall now commence the story-tellin'. Oh yeah.
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Firefly lots of possible "String Theory" bits
eventual Rayne, canon pairings; feat. OCs Bonny and Mike
-written 28 November 2008
Bonny shook her head. "No, it's... It's complicated. I can't - "
"The truth. Ain't hard an' we got all the time in the world t'listen." Mal crossed his arms over his chest and stood there like a mountain, immoveable and unforgiving. "So you best start talkin'."
"We can't," Michael reiterated, looking at the floor. "I told you, cap'n, we jus'... can't. You wouldn't... You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
Michael sighed. "Do whatever you want. Say whatever you want. We... We can't tell you." He let out a long, labored sigh. "There's... there's more at stake here than you know."
xXx
-written 29 November 2008
Wash laughed again, a little manically. "Lambie-toes, that... That's you."
"I know, husband," Zoe said deliberately. "That's me."
Michael groaned. "No... Bonny, tell me I'm just seein' things."
"Nope. That's Jayne and Zoe. Right there. Again."
Mal stared at the two of them incredulously. "Do you two know somethin' about this? Does..." He looked at the crew, completely bewildered. "Does anyone know anything about this?"
"Don't worry about it, captain," the other Zoe said, stepping towards them. "We're just here to pick somethin' up. We'll get it an' be on our way."
"Wha... Um, Zoe?" Kaylee asked slowly, grabbing hold of Simon's arm. "Why're there two o' you?"
"Don't nobody care that there's two o' me?" Jayne groused. "That's pretty gorram weird to my thinkin'."
"It's those two," the other - apparently older - Zoe said, gesturing towards Mike and Bonny. "We came to get 'em."
Wash laughed. "Mike and Bonny? What..." He looked at his wife, then at her doppelganger. "These kids? Oh, I knew they had a history. What'd they do?"
"It's... It's a complicated situation," Mike said quickly. "So why don't we - "
"Hey," the older Jayne barked. "You jus' hush the ruttin' hell up, Michael-Simon. D'you even know how much trouble you're in? What did your Momma tell you 'bout time travel?"
"I... No, I didn't mean - "
"Ah!" Jayne stopped him, hefting Vera up and pointing her at the boy. "Don't you think for a gorram minute you're talkin' your way outta this. Not only did you go on 'bout twenty years back without tellin' anyone, but you take Bonny? Zoe was near ready to kick my ass for that."
"Can we, uh, put a pause on this a second," Mal said, raising a hand. "Are you... Mike, is Jayne your daddy? Jayne? I mean... If you're actually from the future an' all." He paused for a moment. "I... Jayne?!"
"This is bad," Bonny hissed. "I... Mike, we better go before they can ask more questions. Y'know, about... you. Especially."
"Yeah," Mal said loudly, interrupting them. "I think I got some questions."
Older Zoe sighed. "Captain... We ain't got time for this. Bonny, Michael-Simon, it's time to get outta here."
"Michael-Simon..." The doctor shook his head. "Wh-why is Jayne's son named after me?"
Older Jayne scowled. "Y'think I wanted to name him that? No. But weren't my choice. Your gorram sister just..." He paused. Then his scowl deepened. "Well nevermind. Wash ain't dead yet, so that means me an' crazy-girl ain't - "
"Dad!" Mike took a step towards him, looking worried. "Dad, maybe you just ought to - "
"I'm dead?" Wash gaped at them all. "Why am I dead?"
"And... and just what do you mean that you... you and the crazy-girl aren't?" Simon swallowed nervously, one hand raised, hovering near his ear. "Aren't what?"
The older Jayne crossed his arms and looked at Simon like the doctor was stupid. "Michael Simon an' both his sisters didn't jus' spring outta the gorram ground."
***
Won't appear in the actual story. I just used "Simon" for Mike's middle name so I could have a scene like this, but it's just indulgence for my own time-travel-lovin' tastes. (Too similar to the son in the "Songs from a Firefly" (I believe that's the proper title - I'm sure you know the stories I mean) series, and there are already similarities.)
xXx
-written 30 November 2008
Mal grinned. "I dunno, he ain't all that ugly. An' you do spend a lotta time together. Maybe our li'l witch has found herself a nice boy."
"Blech!" River stuck her tongue out in disgust, her face wrinkling up. "No! Friendship, familial affection only. I do not have other feelings - though clearly Captain Daddy has incestuous inclinations." She glared at Mal suspiciously. "I shall remember this."
xXx
-written 30 November 2008
Michael wiped his mouth and stood up, stepping across the pool of vomit.
"You are special," the thin man said, grinning cruelly. "We came here looking for the original subject and we find something so much better. Two for the price of one, hmm?"
The other man smiled. "Yes. I think this will bring out her full potential - this boy... The readings from him are extraordinary. And, if these temporal fluctuations are indeed what we suspect they are..."
"We won't come with you," Michael said, his face set like stone. "I won't let you hurt her - an' I'll kill myself before I'll ever let you take me."
"Oh don't worry," the thinner man told him, his voice oily and soft. "There won't be any need for gratuitous violence." He pointed with one blue-gloved hand toward Bonny. "I think it will be quite simple to persuade you to accompany us."
"No!" he cried. "Haven't you done enough? Don't you dare touch her!"
***
And there we have it! Huzzah. Lots of lovely "String Theory" bits. As you might have discerned, I'm trying to work a plot in there somewhere. Heh. I LOVE stories with time travel - especially where people might parents or children or neat stuff like that - so this is just so much fun for me. Heh. And I love Mike! He's awesome. His psychic abilities are more developed than River's, because his brain is intact and he's been dealing with it his whole life. And he and River have a really strong connection; lots of psychic-telepathy stuff while he was in the womb. I'm going to be as accurate-ish as I can with the time travel stuff (I have lots of books on the subject, and I've found a few articles, though the physics gets a little too deep for me), but I'm just going to make all the mind-reading stuff up. Heh.
Wow, long rant. Me love time-travel stories. Phwee.
THE NOISE IS OCCURING WITH GREATER FREQUENCY. THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL.
Um, right. That's all.
-ILB
***
There is an irritating, electronic beeping. And it's coming from inside the house. I have no idea where it's coming from, but it is annoying me and keeping me from restful slumber and HANNAH WANT SMASH. Bah! It's driving me crazy! I've no idea where it's coming from - or what's even making the noise - so I can't stop it! And I want to stop it so bad... Le sigh. Le moan.
THERE IT WAS AGAIN! AAGH!
*seethes* And since I cannot stop this irritating little beep, I've just decided to post some bits of "String Theory" that have been sitting in my notebook for awhile. Three a think. Maybe four? I've been slacking on my Wednes-dates (Wednesday updates, see how I combined them there? yuk yuk), so I think I have a lot of "backed-up" stuff I need to get in here.
On a semi-related note, I really need to clean up the tags in here. But with freakin' 381 entries, I don't really want to undertake the task. Maybe one day when I'm bored. Very bored. Though speaking of that, I actually have to go out and be productive and responsible tomorrow instead of lounging about being hermit-like as I've done all weekend. (THERE IT WAS AGAIN! AAGH! BLASTED NOISE!) Poor, poor me... *laughs*
ANYWAY! As I'm sure my ranting is mostly pointless and boring-to-read, I shall now commence the story-tellin'. Oh yeah.
***
Firefly lots of possible "String Theory" bits
eventual Rayne, canon pairings; feat. OCs Bonny and Mike
-written 28 November 2008
Bonny shook her head. "No, it's... It's complicated. I can't - "
"The truth. Ain't hard an' we got all the time in the world t'listen." Mal crossed his arms over his chest and stood there like a mountain, immoveable and unforgiving. "So you best start talkin'."
"We can't," Michael reiterated, looking at the floor. "I told you, cap'n, we jus'... can't. You wouldn't... You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
Michael sighed. "Do whatever you want. Say whatever you want. We... We can't tell you." He let out a long, labored sigh. "There's... there's more at stake here than you know."
xXx
-written 29 November 2008
Wash laughed again, a little manically. "Lambie-toes, that... That's you."
"I know, husband," Zoe said deliberately. "That's me."
Michael groaned. "No... Bonny, tell me I'm just seein' things."
"Nope. That's Jayne and Zoe. Right there. Again."
Mal stared at the two of them incredulously. "Do you two know somethin' about this? Does..." He looked at the crew, completely bewildered. "Does anyone know anything about this?"
"Don't worry about it, captain," the other Zoe said, stepping towards them. "We're just here to pick somethin' up. We'll get it an' be on our way."
"Wha... Um, Zoe?" Kaylee asked slowly, grabbing hold of Simon's arm. "Why're there two o' you?"
"Don't nobody care that there's two o' me?" Jayne groused. "That's pretty gorram weird to my thinkin'."
"It's those two," the other - apparently older - Zoe said, gesturing towards Mike and Bonny. "We came to get 'em."
Wash laughed. "Mike and Bonny? What..." He looked at his wife, then at her doppelganger. "These kids? Oh, I knew they had a history. What'd they do?"
"It's... It's a complicated situation," Mike said quickly. "So why don't we - "
"Hey," the older Jayne barked. "You jus' hush the ruttin' hell up, Michael-Simon. D'you even know how much trouble you're in? What did your Momma tell you 'bout time travel?"
"I... No, I didn't mean - "
"Ah!" Jayne stopped him, hefting Vera up and pointing her at the boy. "Don't you think for a gorram minute you're talkin' your way outta this. Not only did you go on 'bout twenty years back without tellin' anyone, but you take Bonny? Zoe was near ready to kick my ass for that."
"Can we, uh, put a pause on this a second," Mal said, raising a hand. "Are you... Mike, is Jayne your daddy? Jayne? I mean... If you're actually from the future an' all." He paused for a moment. "I... Jayne?!"
"This is bad," Bonny hissed. "I... Mike, we better go before they can ask more questions. Y'know, about... you. Especially."
"Yeah," Mal said loudly, interrupting them. "I think I got some questions."
Older Zoe sighed. "Captain... We ain't got time for this. Bonny, Michael-Simon, it's time to get outta here."
"Michael-Simon..." The doctor shook his head. "Wh-why is Jayne's son named after me?"
Older Jayne scowled. "Y'think I wanted to name him that? No. But weren't my choice. Your gorram sister just..." He paused. Then his scowl deepened. "Well nevermind. Wash ain't dead yet, so that means me an' crazy-girl ain't - "
"Dad!" Mike took a step towards him, looking worried. "Dad, maybe you just ought to - "
"I'm dead?" Wash gaped at them all. "Why am I dead?"
"And... and just what do you mean that you... you and the crazy-girl aren't?" Simon swallowed nervously, one hand raised, hovering near his ear. "Aren't what?"
The older Jayne crossed his arms and looked at Simon like the doctor was stupid. "Michael Simon an' both his sisters didn't jus' spring outta the gorram ground."
***
Won't appear in the actual story. I just used "Simon" for Mike's middle name so I could have a scene like this, but it's just indulgence for my own time-travel-lovin' tastes. (Too similar to the son in the "Songs from a Firefly" (I believe that's the proper title - I'm sure you know the stories I mean) series, and there are already similarities.)
xXx
-written 30 November 2008
Mal grinned. "I dunno, he ain't all that ugly. An' you do spend a lotta time together. Maybe our li'l witch has found herself a nice boy."
"Blech!" River stuck her tongue out in disgust, her face wrinkling up. "No! Friendship, familial affection only. I do not have other feelings - though clearly Captain Daddy has incestuous inclinations." She glared at Mal suspiciously. "I shall remember this."
xXx
-written 30 November 2008
Michael wiped his mouth and stood up, stepping across the pool of vomit.
"You are special," the thin man said, grinning cruelly. "We came here looking for the original subject and we find something so much better. Two for the price of one, hmm?"
The other man smiled. "Yes. I think this will bring out her full potential - this boy... The readings from him are extraordinary. And, if these temporal fluctuations are indeed what we suspect they are..."
"We won't come with you," Michael said, his face set like stone. "I won't let you hurt her - an' I'll kill myself before I'll ever let you take me."
"Oh don't worry," the thinner man told him, his voice oily and soft. "There won't be any need for gratuitous violence." He pointed with one blue-gloved hand toward Bonny. "I think it will be quite simple to persuade you to accompany us."
"No!" he cried. "Haven't you done enough? Don't you dare touch her!"
***
And there we have it! Huzzah. Lots of lovely "String Theory" bits. As you might have discerned, I'm trying to work a plot in there somewhere. Heh. I LOVE stories with time travel - especially where people might parents or children or neat stuff like that - so this is just so much fun for me. Heh. And I love Mike! He's awesome. His psychic abilities are more developed than River's, because his brain is intact and he's been dealing with it his whole life. And he and River have a really strong connection; lots of psychic-telepathy stuff while he was in the womb. I'm going to be as accurate-ish as I can with the time travel stuff (I have lots of books on the subject, and I've found a few articles, though the physics gets a little too deep for me), but I'm just going to make all the mind-reading stuff up. Heh.
Wow, long rant. Me love time-travel stories. Phwee.
THE NOISE IS OCCURING WITH GREATER FREQUENCY. THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL.
Um, right. That's all.
-ILB
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