Serenity: Chapter 2
Serenity
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Chapter 2: Passengers
~*~*~*~*~*~*~Five Years Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Scotty?”
“Yea Captain?” came the disembodied voice from somewhere in the engine room.
“How long till my girl’s fixed up?”
“It should only be a couple o’hours, sir,” replied Scotty, popping up from behind the engine to look at Jim.
“Can you give me a number for said hours?”
“Um… a few?” said the kilt wearing Scott.
“Alright, you keep working on that.”
“Aye sir”
“Booones!” Jim called, voice echoing throughout the ship Serenity.
“What?” snapped the doctor, voice sounding from the medbay.
“Doctor, haven’t you heard you catch more flies with honey then vinegar?”
“I don’t know how that has anything to do with this here conversation. I already caught you. We are married,” said McCoy, as he walks towards Jim.
Jim smiles goofily, as happy people madly in love often do. Then remembers what he was talking about.
“We need passengers. You with your Southern charm can persuade them onto this ship.”
“Ain’t happenin’, Jim.”
“But Boooones, we need money! You’re the one that recommended taking on passengers.”
“You’ve got boyish charm. Tricked me into marryin’ you some how. You get the damn passengers.”
“Bones, I didn’t trick you into marrying me. Admittedly I asked you to marry me when I was dying, so you might have felt compelled, wait, Bones, you did want to marry me, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did, Jim. Woulda killed you for our lady here before now if that wasn’t the case.”
“But you don’t even like space! You deal with the black for me.”
“Jim, what were you sayin’ about passengers?”
“Oh right, Bones, I’m the Captain. I can’t let passengers think that I have no crew listening to me.”
“I’m your husband. Full proof excuse to not listen to you.”
“Bones”
“Don’t “Bones” me, kid. If you get the passengers they’ll think that you are a carin’ Captain. Like you said, you catch more flies with honey.”
“God Bones, with your Southern drawl you sound so sexy saying the word “honey.” I’ll send Spock to get passengers while you and I take care of more pressing issues…”
“Nuh-uh,” said McCoy, “Spock’ll scare anybody off with his detachment and Vulcan-ness.”
“Fine, I’ll send Sulu then.”
“You already sent the pilot to run your errands.”
“Umm… Scotty-”
“Is fixin’ the ship.”
“New rule, Captain’s orders of course. Bones, otherwise known as Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy, is not to say the word “honey” less he intends to have sex with said Captain immediately after,” declared Jim.
“Unless it’s breakfast,” added Bones.
“No.”
“What if I wanted honey on my toast? And I ask ‘could you to pass the honey?’”
“Then we finish eating and go back to our quarters.”
“You’re a ridiculous infant. Go get us passengers.”
“We can do it together!”
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“You’re going to come with us!” declared Jim the moment he set eyes on the gorgeous lady.
The woman flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder, gave him an amused look and said, “What in the world makes you think that, little boy?”
“Because you aren’t looking at the destinations but the ships. And my ship’s the best.”
“She is a beauty.”
“As are you.”
The woman all but snorted at him, gave him a disbelieving side look and says, “Has that pick up line ever worked for you?”
Jim shrugged, smiled sheepishly and said, “If you come with me it will have.”
The woman chuckled and said, “What type of ship is this?”
“It is a Firefly class. Her name’s Serenity.”
The woman smiled and asked, “What are you on the ship?”
Jim straightened out his brown coat, adjusted his golden shirt, and said, “I’m the Captain.”
The woman chuckled, and asked, “What are you, eighteen?”
“No, I’m twenty-one,” Jim said, indignantly.
“And you’re the Captain?”
“But I am the youngest member, so all the other old folks make up for my youth, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“How old are the other crew members?”
“Well, Sulu is only like twenty-three. But Spock is like… at least twenty-seven. Scotty is thirty something. And Bones is thirty-three.”
“Spock, is that a Vulcan name?”
“Yeah, my first mate is Vulcan.”
“Can he speak Vulcan?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll go with you,” replied the woman, immediately.
“I’m Captain Kirk. What’s your name?”
“Uhura”
“What’s your last name?”
“Uhura is my last name.”
“Oh, they don’t have first names on the planet you come from?”
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Sulu came back from running errands, bringing food and the like back in packages.
Spock was having what Jim knew had to be a ‘fascinating’ discussion with the lovely Miss Uhura.
Bones had gone off to pick up a passenger with the mule.
Jim was unsuccessful to get any other passenger.
He watched as Bones came back, riding the mule, with some boy sitting right behind him, which did not make Jim feel jealous. Cause it just didn’t.
Bones jumped off the mule, looking more like a soldier then he usually does, and helps the boy down.
Stupid boy with his pretty, golden red curls, and big blue eyes.
The boy’s luggage, which there was a lot of, was in the back of the mule.
“Jim, this is Chekov, Chekov, this is Captain James T. Kirk.”
The boy, who was dressed in a way solely indicative of the wealthy, core world, smiled at him, a soft, sad sort of smile.
“Hello Keptin, it es nice to have your acquaintance,” said the, apparently Russian, kid.
“Sure kid, nice to meet you,” said Jim.
McCoy walked into Serenity and Chekov followed after, only a step behind him. Chekov’s eyes glanced back to the mule, looking at his stuff.
Jim glared at him.