A World Without Shrimp
Title: A World Without Shrimp
Fandom: Buffy/Firefly
Pairing: Willow, Anya, Jayne
Wordcount: 489
Rating: PG
Notes: Written in the third round of joss_las. Challenge was to write 100-500 words based around this picture.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, no harm
The sun was beating down and Jayne began to sweat the moment he stepped out onto the street. He was tempted to turn around and walk back into the bar, but Mal had said they would be leavin' in an hour, and he wouldn't put it past that hun dan to leave him on this desert rock.
He was about half way back to Serenity when a blinding flash of light caused him to stumble and cover his eyes. He scrambled back to his feet and had a gun out before his vision cleared.
"Ta ma de!"
Standing in front of Jayne were two girls fighting over a blue leather bound book. They stopped at the sound of his voice, dropping the book and stepping back at the sight of his gun.
"Where the hell did you two come from?" Jayne demanded.
The girls looked at each other.
"We... um. We were just..." the redhead stammered as she bent slowly to retrieve the book. Jayne kept his gun trained on her, but figured a book couldn't hurt him none.
The other girl dropped her hands.
"Do you like shrimp?"
"Huh?"
"Shrimp? Do you like it?"
"Don't reckon I've ever had it."
"See, Willow. I told you. A world without shrimp." Anya gestured around them. She looked at Jayne. "It seems rather dirty. Who knew a lack of shrimp would cause people to be unwashed."
"I doubt that's the reason, Anya." The girl called Willow smiled at Jayne. "You can put your gun down. Please?"
"Are you a witch?" His gun stayed where it was.
"She is."
"Anya!"
"Well you are! Although not a very good one since you managed to bring us to this reality where they don't even have shrimp. Just large unwashed men." She looked at Jayne and tilted her head. She took a few steps until she was standing right next to him. Jayne looked down at her as she reached out for his arm.
“Large, capable looking. Willow, can I keep him?”
“No, Anya.” She didn’t look up as she flipped through the pages of the book.
“Damn.” She looked up at Jayne. “I think your parts would interlock with mine. Willow, do we have time to interlock?”
Jayne looked down at the girl, who was wriggling closer to him. Felt nice, but even as pretty as she was, both of these girls worried him some. Made River seem down right sane, and that couldn't be a good thing.
Just as he was considering a grapple with one, or hell both of 'em, Willow came and dragged Anya away from him.
“We’re sorry. We’ll just be going now.”
Jayne opened his mouth to ask where when she muttered some strange sounding words and there was another flash of light. When he looked again, they were gone.
Jayne turned back towards town. Mal might leave him on this rock, but he needed another drink.
Fandom: Buffy/Firefly
Pairing: Willow, Anya, Jayne
Wordcount: 489
Rating: PG
Notes: Written in the third round of joss_las. Challenge was to write 100-500 words based around this picture.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, no harm
The sun was beating down and Jayne began to sweat the moment he stepped out onto the street. He was tempted to turn around and walk back into the bar, but Mal had said they would be leavin' in an hour, and he wouldn't put it past that hun dan to leave him on this desert rock.
He was about half way back to Serenity when a blinding flash of light caused him to stumble and cover his eyes. He scrambled back to his feet and had a gun out before his vision cleared.
"Ta ma de!"
Standing in front of Jayne were two girls fighting over a blue leather bound book. They stopped at the sound of his voice, dropping the book and stepping back at the sight of his gun.
"Where the hell did you two come from?" Jayne demanded.
The girls looked at each other.
"We... um. We were just..." the redhead stammered as she bent slowly to retrieve the book. Jayne kept his gun trained on her, but figured a book couldn't hurt him none.
The other girl dropped her hands.
"Do you like shrimp?"
"Huh?"
"Shrimp? Do you like it?"
"Don't reckon I've ever had it."
"See, Willow. I told you. A world without shrimp." Anya gestured around them. She looked at Jayne. "It seems rather dirty. Who knew a lack of shrimp would cause people to be unwashed."
"I doubt that's the reason, Anya." The girl called Willow smiled at Jayne. "You can put your gun down. Please?"
"Are you a witch?" His gun stayed where it was.
"She is."
"Anya!"
"Well you are! Although not a very good one since you managed to bring us to this reality where they don't even have shrimp. Just large unwashed men." She looked at Jayne and tilted her head. She took a few steps until she was standing right next to him. Jayne looked down at her as she reached out for his arm.
“Large, capable looking. Willow, can I keep him?”
“No, Anya.” She didn’t look up as she flipped through the pages of the book.
“Damn.” She looked up at Jayne. “I think your parts would interlock with mine. Willow, do we have time to interlock?”
Jayne looked down at the girl, who was wriggling closer to him. Felt nice, but even as pretty as she was, both of these girls worried him some. Made River seem down right sane, and that couldn't be a good thing.
Just as he was considering a grapple with one, or hell both of 'em, Willow came and dragged Anya away from him.
“We’re sorry. We’ll just be going now.”
Jayne opened his mouth to ask where when she muttered some strange sounding words and there was another flash of light. When he looked again, they were gone.
Jayne turned back towards town. Mal might leave him on this rock, but he needed another drink.