Fic: Patterns, Watching and Gone
Three Firefly drabbles all gen, all PG
Title: Patterns
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'lunch'
The surface was a conflict of different wave patterns, hard to fully observe and even harder to predict. There was an inherent sinister flavour to the way the fractal patterns changed every time River blinked.
She thought there was, perhaps, more beneath the surface. It looked complete, but this was nothing more than an illusion, flimsy and temporary, only veiling its true form, not hiding it. There were pieces missing from the puzzle.
The whole thing was both impossibly interesting and very disturbing.
Until her brother carefully slid a spoon into her hand.
"River," Simon said patiently. "Eat your soup."
Title: Watching
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'sight'
Mal finds River sprawled over the controls, long pale hands stretched out over the buttons, laying over them in a way that's almost protective.
"River, what'cha doing?"
"I'm watching them." She points out at the stars, finger drifting back and forth, as if following patterns of her own devising.
"Oh yeah, and how're you doing that?" Her head tilts until she can look at him from under her goggles.
"They only need to be observed every forty nine point seven seconds." Mal leans far enough to see if she's smiling.
It's hard to tell.
"Well ok then." He settles on.
Title: Gone
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'he'
"Have you had a look at Jayne yet?" Simon looked up from where he'd been poking about at the long slice down Mal's forearm
"I haven't seen him," he said simply
"Last time I saw him he was missing a considerable quantity of the important red stuff," Mal told him.
"Maybe he's taking care of it himself again.” Simon suggested. “Stitching it up with...oh I don't know shoelaces and a sharp bone."
Mal made a noise that didn’t bode well for the inherent joking quality of that statement though.
"Kaylee, best go make sure he's not bleeding to death somewhere.”
Title: Patterns
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'lunch'
The surface was a conflict of different wave patterns, hard to fully observe and even harder to predict. There was an inherent sinister flavour to the way the fractal patterns changed every time River blinked.
She thought there was, perhaps, more beneath the surface. It looked complete, but this was nothing more than an illusion, flimsy and temporary, only veiling its true form, not hiding it. There were pieces missing from the puzzle.
The whole thing was both impossibly interesting and very disturbing.
Until her brother carefully slid a spoon into her hand.
"River," Simon said patiently. "Eat your soup."
Title: Watching
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'sight'
Mal finds River sprawled over the controls, long pale hands stretched out over the buttons, laying over them in a way that's almost protective.
"River, what'cha doing?"
"I'm watching them." She points out at the stars, finger drifting back and forth, as if following patterns of her own devising.
"Oh yeah, and how're you doing that?" Her head tilts until she can look at him from under her goggles.
"They only need to be observed every forty nine point seven seconds." Mal leans far enough to see if she's smiling.
It's hard to tell.
"Well ok then." He settles on.
Title: Gone
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'he'
"Have you had a look at Jayne yet?" Simon looked up from where he'd been poking about at the long slice down Mal's forearm
"I haven't seen him," he said simply
"Last time I saw him he was missing a considerable quantity of the important red stuff," Mal told him.
"Maybe he's taking care of it himself again.” Simon suggested. “Stitching it up with...oh I don't know shoelaces and a sharp bone."
Mal made a noise that didn’t bode well for the inherent joking quality of that statement though.
"Kaylee, best go make sure he's not bleeding to death somewhere.”