Firefly Fic: The Origins of the Universe
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Title: The Origins of the Universe
Pairing/Characters: Mal, Wash, Mr. Universe
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Serenity
Summary: How Mr. Universe became part of the Firefly gang
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
It was a typical job.
Pick up and deliver a TY3300 satellite for an anonymous client. Mal didn't care as long as they got paid. The seller was en route and Mal figured they'd be airborne in about an hour.
Then the call came in.
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"Mal! Some kid with crazy hair is on the comm for you screaming about Reavers!"
"Gorram it!" Mal followed Wash back inside.
"This is the captain..."
"Listen! You have to get out of there! My satellites show Reavers closing in!"
"Look fella, I don't know who you are, but we've got a job to do..."
"Screw the TY3300!"
"Excuse me?"
"Leave it! I'm your client and I'll pay you anyway. Just get out of there now!" The young man ran a hand through his unruly curls. "If you don't believe me then look for yourself!"
The screen switched and within five seconds, Mal understood not just the scope of this man's communications abilities, but how close the Reavers were as well.
"Wash, get this boat in the air now!"
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"So, now that you've saved our hides do I at least get a name to call you by, friend?"
The young man grinned.
"It's Mr. Universe."
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Title: The Origins of the Universe
Pairing/Characters: Mal, Wash, Mr. Universe
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Serenity
Summary: How Mr. Universe became part of the Firefly gang
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
It was a typical job.
Pick up and deliver a TY3300 satellite for an anonymous client. Mal didn't care as long as they got paid. The seller was en route and Mal figured they'd be airborne in about an hour.
Then the call came in.
::
"Mal! Some kid with crazy hair is on the comm for you screaming about Reavers!"
"Gorram it!" Mal followed Wash back inside.
"This is the captain..."
"Listen! You have to get out of there! My satellites show Reavers closing in!"
"Look fella, I don't know who you are, but we've got a job to do..."
"Screw the TY3300!"
"Excuse me?"
"Leave it! I'm your client and I'll pay you anyway. Just get out of there now!" The young man ran a hand through his unruly curls. "If you don't believe me then look for yourself!"
The screen switched and within five seconds, Mal understood not just the scope of this man's communications abilities, but how close the Reavers were as well.
"Wash, get this boat in the air now!"
::
"So, now that you've saved our hides do I at least get a name to call you by, friend?"
The young man grinned.
"It's Mr. Universe."
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