New Fic: Crackers Don't Matter
Crackers Don’t Matter
Fandom: Firefly
Rated: PG
Category: Gen. River POV. Mal focus.
Setting: Between the series and the BDM.
Spoilers: None. Though Inara has made good on her decision from “Heart of Gold.”
Summary: River knows a lot more than most give her credit for.
Word Count: 357
Note: Written for the 2011 Ancient Obsessions December 14 Advent Prompt: Christmas Crackers. Oh, and thanks to Farscape for the title, which gave me the idea.
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I know a lot of things.
But this just doesn’t make sense. How are we still doing this?
After all, everyone knows that all but two of the old nation-states of Earth-That-Was had fallen by the wayside before we left that place, and old England wasn’t one of those two.
So how Kaylee and I are breaking that country’s “Christmas Crackers” is quite the conundrum.
I have no idea how that happened, but I really don’t care. These things are fun, so I’m all for it, however it happened. Same thing applies to how Wash got them. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m just going to dwell on the fact that this is fun.
Or at least it was until he came in late for some leftovers.
He tries to play off his tardiness by saying he had ship’s business to attend to, but we all know he’s just pretending he was busy so he can pretend he doesn’t miss Inara.
He pretends a lot of things, you know.
Right now, he pretends we aren’t bothering him, but I see the tiny flinch at the corners of his eyes every time Kaylee and I pop one of these things open. If I asked him about that, he’d say he had a headache and for us to knock off this infernal noise, but that would be more pretend.
Because I know he hates the sound of gunfire. More make-believe covers that up, but it’s true. Not so deep down, it scares him half to death.
Kaylee grabs another cracker and holds out the free end to me, silently asking me to pull it.
I look it over, then slowly shake my head no.
“Maybe later,” I say. “Headache.”
Kaylee nods sympathetically and sets the cracker down.
“Ok, sweetie,” she says. “I understand. We can do the rest later.”
I nod my thanks to her and make my way down to my room.
We will do the rest later, I know. But I’ll make sure he’s not around.
Because he pretends enough.
He shouldn’t have to ignore this, too.
Besides, compared to the captain, crackers don’t matter.
Fandom: Firefly
Rated: PG
Category: Gen. River POV. Mal focus.
Setting: Between the series and the BDM.
Spoilers: None. Though Inara has made good on her decision from “Heart of Gold.”
Summary: River knows a lot more than most give her credit for.
Word Count: 357
Note: Written for the 2011 Ancient Obsessions December 14 Advent Prompt: Christmas Crackers. Oh, and thanks to Farscape for the title, which gave me the idea.
xxx
I know a lot of things.
But this just doesn’t make sense. How are we still doing this?
After all, everyone knows that all but two of the old nation-states of Earth-That-Was had fallen by the wayside before we left that place, and old England wasn’t one of those two.
So how Kaylee and I are breaking that country’s “Christmas Crackers” is quite the conundrum.
I have no idea how that happened, but I really don’t care. These things are fun, so I’m all for it, however it happened. Same thing applies to how Wash got them. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m just going to dwell on the fact that this is fun.
Or at least it was until he came in late for some leftovers.
He tries to play off his tardiness by saying he had ship’s business to attend to, but we all know he’s just pretending he was busy so he can pretend he doesn’t miss Inara.
He pretends a lot of things, you know.
Right now, he pretends we aren’t bothering him, but I see the tiny flinch at the corners of his eyes every time Kaylee and I pop one of these things open. If I asked him about that, he’d say he had a headache and for us to knock off this infernal noise, but that would be more pretend.
Because I know he hates the sound of gunfire. More make-believe covers that up, but it’s true. Not so deep down, it scares him half to death.
Kaylee grabs another cracker and holds out the free end to me, silently asking me to pull it.
I look it over, then slowly shake my head no.
“Maybe later,” I say. “Headache.”
Kaylee nods sympathetically and sets the cracker down.
“Ok, sweetie,” she says. “I understand. We can do the rest later.”
I nod my thanks to her and make my way down to my room.
We will do the rest later, I know. But I’ll make sure he’s not around.
Because he pretends enough.
He shouldn’t have to ignore this, too.
Besides, compared to the captain, crackers don’t matter.