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Title: Chicken Soup Brings out the Demon in Us All
Author: squish
Prompt: demon
Characters: Mal, Jayne, Kaylee
Word Count: 342
Rating: G
Summary: I’m still sick. The prompt made me giggle though, so here’s a sequel to Chicken Soup is Good for the Soul. You probably need to read it for this to make much sense.
Translations in mouse-over.
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This was gonna be his death-bed. All the bullets he’d dodged and battles he’d lived through an’ he was gonna die on a tiny little cot on his own ship.
Of a cold.
While sharin’ a room with a hun dan like Jayne.
If his head didn’t hurt so bad, he’d get up and find his gun and use it to put a bullet through it-relieve some of that pressure.
After he ended Jayne that is.
The door slid open with a tiny squeak and there was Kaylee. His little mei mei. He guessed what that old general once said to him was true: traitors came in all shapes and sizes.
“Hey, Cap’n. Good to see you awake.” He hadn’t figured on traitors soundin’ all sweet and innocent though. Got him every time.
“Hey, Kaylee.” He spied something in her hand and his hopes rose. “Whatcha got there? ‘s’that soup?” He tried to hide his longing, while at the same time attempting to paste something akin to helplessness on his face. Might have come off lookin’ a little like a sick heffer.
“Brought you some more tea, Cap’n.”
She must have seen the crestfallen look that he tried to cover up.
“Didn’t you get that soup I left for you earlier?” It only took a second for Kaylee to catch on and follow his gaze over to his bunk mate.
“Jayne! Did you eat the captain’s soup?”
Mal watched as the yao mo tried to put on a helpless face of his own. Really did make him look a sick heffer.
“Maybe?”
Kaylee gave him her most disapproving look, the one that made you question all that sweetness, and turned back toward Mal.
“Don’t you worry none, Cap’n, I’ll bring you another bowl.” She sat his new mug of tea down beside his bed and patted his shoulder.
“Kaylee? Would you please find the doctor?” Mal smiled at Jayne. “Tell him to bring his thermometer, I think Jayne here is spikin’ a fever.”
“Oh, hey now, Mal, that ain’t fair!”
Author: squish
Prompt: demon
Characters: Mal, Jayne, Kaylee
Word Count: 342
Rating: G
Summary: I’m still sick. The prompt made me giggle though, so here’s a sequel to Chicken Soup is Good for the Soul. You probably need to read it for this to make much sense.
Translations in mouse-over.
*****
This was gonna be his death-bed. All the bullets he’d dodged and battles he’d lived through an’ he was gonna die on a tiny little cot on his own ship.
Of a cold.
While sharin’ a room with a hun dan like Jayne.
If his head didn’t hurt so bad, he’d get up and find his gun and use it to put a bullet through it-relieve some of that pressure.
After he ended Jayne that is.
The door slid open with a tiny squeak and there was Kaylee. His little mei mei. He guessed what that old general once said to him was true: traitors came in all shapes and sizes.
“Hey, Cap’n. Good to see you awake.” He hadn’t figured on traitors soundin’ all sweet and innocent though. Got him every time.
“Hey, Kaylee.” He spied something in her hand and his hopes rose. “Whatcha got there? ‘s’that soup?” He tried to hide his longing, while at the same time attempting to paste something akin to helplessness on his face. Might have come off lookin’ a little like a sick heffer.
“Brought you some more tea, Cap’n.”
She must have seen the crestfallen look that he tried to cover up.
“Didn’t you get that soup I left for you earlier?” It only took a second for Kaylee to catch on and follow his gaze over to his bunk mate.
“Jayne! Did you eat the captain’s soup?”
Mal watched as the yao mo tried to put on a helpless face of his own. Really did make him look a sick heffer.
“Maybe?”
Kaylee gave him her most disapproving look, the one that made you question all that sweetness, and turned back toward Mal.
“Don’t you worry none, Cap’n, I’ll bring you another bowl.” She sat his new mug of tea down beside his bed and patted his shoulder.
“Kaylee? Would you please find the doctor?” Mal smiled at Jayne. “Tell him to bring his thermometer, I think Jayne here is spikin’ a fever.”
“Oh, hey now, Mal, that ain’t fair!”