Juliet's Romeo
Title: Juliet's Romeo
Author: Majesta Moniet
Prompt: Shock
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly or profit from the use of its content.
Note- I actually wrote a story that doesn't involve Kaylee or Mal. *Gasp!*
Jayne sat at the table downing a bowl of protein, when River silently entered the kitchen and fell into the chair beside him. Decidedly ignoring her, he continued with his meal, not bothering to look up.
Of course that didn’t bother River any as she continued to stare intensely at the mercenary, waiting for him to…
“Girl, you got somethin’ better to do than sit their gawking at me like I’m a caged Reaver on display?” He swallowed and shifted his shoulders, muttering, “I’m sure you’re brother’s just wait’n for those new drugs to kick in, make ya sleepy and less annoying n’ all. Hell, I know I am.”
“Probably.” She remained impassive, but leaned in closer towards his ear. “We’re lovers you know.”
The seductive lure of her voice sent milky protein sputtering past his lips, and it sprayed the table, causing River to make a face. Jayne looked startled at the girl, his nose crinkled in disgust. “You and yer brother are what?”
Arms crossed, River leaned back, her nose upturned. “It’s why he insists on me acting like I’m dead. He wants me all to himself. Sees how much you want me. Afraid, naturally.”
Jayne stared for several seconds, slowly making sense of her words. “Nah, now that ain’t right! What d’ya mean I want-”
“Of course it isn’t,” she scoffed. “Can’t keep apart two people who love each other. Can’t argue with the director though.”
“Now wait just a gorram minute!”
Her features softened as she raised a hand to touch his perplexed face. “O, wherefore art thou Romeo?”
Completely bewildered, Jayne could only stare back at River and her hopeful expression. He imagined it was the most normal she’d ever looked. That irked him.
Finally her hand dropped, and her face turned sour. “Don’t even know your line,” she muttered. She stood so suddenly and with so much force that Jayne nearly fell out of his chair. “Your performance was unsatisfactory,” she proclaimed and headed towards the door.
Jayne sat glued to his seat, so that he hadn’t moved when she whipped back around. “I’m not really going to be dead. The poison just puts me to sleep.” She gave him a threatening look. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
His mouth opened and promptly closed.
“Dramatic irony is overrated.”
She left with a flourish, and a confounded Jayne was left murmuring to himself, “Who’s Romero?”
Author: Majesta Moniet
Prompt: Shock
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly or profit from the use of its content.
Note- I actually wrote a story that doesn't involve Kaylee or Mal. *Gasp!*
Jayne sat at the table downing a bowl of protein, when River silently entered the kitchen and fell into the chair beside him. Decidedly ignoring her, he continued with his meal, not bothering to look up.
Of course that didn’t bother River any as she continued to stare intensely at the mercenary, waiting for him to…
“Girl, you got somethin’ better to do than sit their gawking at me like I’m a caged Reaver on display?” He swallowed and shifted his shoulders, muttering, “I’m sure you’re brother’s just wait’n for those new drugs to kick in, make ya sleepy and less annoying n’ all. Hell, I know I am.”
“Probably.” She remained impassive, but leaned in closer towards his ear. “We’re lovers you know.”
The seductive lure of her voice sent milky protein sputtering past his lips, and it sprayed the table, causing River to make a face. Jayne looked startled at the girl, his nose crinkled in disgust. “You and yer brother are what?”
Arms crossed, River leaned back, her nose upturned. “It’s why he insists on me acting like I’m dead. He wants me all to himself. Sees how much you want me. Afraid, naturally.”
Jayne stared for several seconds, slowly making sense of her words. “Nah, now that ain’t right! What d’ya mean I want-”
“Of course it isn’t,” she scoffed. “Can’t keep apart two people who love each other. Can’t argue with the director though.”
“Now wait just a gorram minute!”
Her features softened as she raised a hand to touch his perplexed face. “O, wherefore art thou Romeo?”
Completely bewildered, Jayne could only stare back at River and her hopeful expression. He imagined it was the most normal she’d ever looked. That irked him.
Finally her hand dropped, and her face turned sour. “Don’t even know your line,” she muttered. She stood so suddenly and with so much force that Jayne nearly fell out of his chair. “Your performance was unsatisfactory,” she proclaimed and headed towards the door.
Jayne sat glued to his seat, so that he hadn’t moved when she whipped back around. “I’m not really going to be dead. The poison just puts me to sleep.” She gave him a threatening look. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
His mouth opened and promptly closed.
“Dramatic irony is overrated.”
She left with a flourish, and a confounded Jayne was left murmuring to himself, “Who’s Romero?”