Fic: 9 Drabbles
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Title: 9 Drabbles
Author: Rinny
Ratings: G to R
Word Counts: 50ish-300ish
Notes: These are mostly by flist request...so a few of them you'll recognize, but I figured I'd start posting them all together.
Badger watched with barely restrained glee, as Malcolm Reynolds entered his office without his customary muscle. Instead, he had his usual right hand woman and a girl.
"Cap'n Reynolds, always good for a laugh."
The Captain and his first mate remained stoic faced, but the girl laughed too.
It was the last sound he heard.
~
Jayne's hand crept up along the smooth white thigh draped across his lap, his eyes focused on the abundant cleavage on display in front of him. He was tucked away in the corner of a bar on Hisanica, the girl in his lap having planted herself there some hours ago.
"You came in on that ship, din't ya?" She purred in his ear, parting her thighs just slightly to give him better access. "Always wanted t' go up in one of them."
"Sure did, sunshine." He growled, fingers creeping ever higher.
"Take me there." She whispered, "Closest I'll ever be to the stars."
He nipped at her throat and she jumped jerking away, "Hey! That hurt!"
Jayne grinned his hand on her thigh holding her in place where she would have jumped away. "Might be dumb, but I ain't stupid, Saffron."
~
"What about this--"
"No."
"Or--"
"No."
"But Cap'n--"
"No."
"It's perfect!"
"No."
"You know she'd--"
"No. I don't know any such thing and you best start restrainin' yourself or I'm sending you back to the ship."
Kaylee pouted, looking longingly at the gold Valentine's hearts on display, "I'm just sayin'... Inara'd like it."
~
"Where is that girl?" Mal grumbled, walking down the ramp into the field they were grounded in, having already searched the entire ship for River.
He stopped short, seeing her sitting amidst the wild flowers freshly blooming a few yards away. "What are you doing?"
"Springtime here." She smiled graciously, her fingers twisting the flowers around one another. "Haven't see colors like these since before."
Mal's ire began to recede and he smiled faintly. "All shades of gray, huh?"
"Verily," she nodded, giving him a genuine smile before returning to her task.
With one last twist, she connected the flowers into a crown and placed it on his head.
"Child, what are you doing?"
She fluttered around him once, admiring her work. "Creating a husband."
The blood drained from Mal's face. "Not again."
~
Bone weary and filthy, Mal watched what was left of his comrades-in-arms climb (or crawl or carried) into the rescue transport. Zoe was already safe inside, he made sure of that. Now there were only the stragglers left, those like him, that were still walking, making sure they weren't leaving any that couldn't behind.
Monty came up beside him, the big man seeming shrunken to him, all these many days later. "Bit of advice, kid." He sighed, climbing into the transport ship. "Don't look back."
Mal nodded, ensuring himself everyone was on board before climbing inside. He kept his eyes resolutely down for a few moments before looking up, taking in the vast carnage he was leaving behind.
He looked back and for the rest of his life it was all he saw.
~
Inara sat down at the elaborate table with natural grace, her hands resting serenely in her lap as she met the eyes of the woman in front of her. "If you expect me to be surprised, I'm not."
"I don't expect anything from you." Saffron should have looked out of place in the training house, but she didn't. The fact irritated Inara.
"Then to what do I owe this surprise visit, Saffron?"
"Call me Audrey, please."
Inara arched an eyebrow, "Fine."
The woman flicked a lock of strawberry blond hair over her shoulder and held Inara's gaze. "It's regarding Malcolm Reynolds."
"Oh? I'm afraid I haven't spoken with the Captain in some months time."
"He's in trouble."
"Oh. Well." She cleared her throat, "Why should I believe you?"
"Because," Saffron smiled faintly, a hint of sadness lurking her devilish eyes. "You love him too."
~
"Oh, that's just perfect!"
"He ain't even gonna notice."
"'Course he will."
"River, mei mei, put the knife down."
"It's all the thought that counts."
"A knife?! You let that girl get a hold of a knife?!"
"Ya sure this is his favorite?"
"I know my man, Captain."
"Ain't seen a man yet that liked flowers."
"They're pretty."
"Gorram it, River. Give that back."
Wash stopped in the doorway, watching the controlled chaos overtaking the mess. Kaylee and Jayne stood off in one corner, the bigger man holding her steady as she draped flowers and streamers around the room. Book and Zoe were working over some heavenly scent at the stove while Simon and the Captain set the table, and River fluttered around them, unsetting it.
He folded his arms across his chest and smiled, leaning against the doorway until Kaylee caught sight of him.
"Oh, Wash! You ruined your surprise!"
He entered the room with a haphazard shrug and a happy grin. "No, I really didn't."
~
River could feel them inside her now. Breathing in her skin. Wasn't like before, with the others. This hadn't happened with the men at the Skyplex or the people in the Maidenhead or the children on Haven or the fighters the sky above Mr. Universe's planet.
Wash and Book were hers. Her deaths. And they howled like wind through her veins. They laughed and they cried and they hurt. They filled her and loved her and made her a her instead of a thing. A weapon broken.
They lived in her and she belonged to them.
~
Kaylee sighed, coming to a stop so abruptly Jayne nearly ran into her. "I give up."
He rested his hand hands on her shoulders to steady himself and then yanked them back. "What?"
"We ain't never gonna find them." She gestured at the crowd surrounding them. "It's near midnight now."
"Ah hell, so what?"
"It's midnight, Jayne. On New Years Eve."
"So?"
She gave an exasperated huff, "You're supposed to kiss someone at the stroke o' midnight for goodluck and now Simon's off god knows where and gonna kiss who knows who." Her mouth tilted into a pout.
"Ain’t likely. He'd have to pull the--"
"Jayne!"
He shrugged, "It's true."
"Five...four.." The crowd began chanting.
"I've never even been kissed on New Years before," she narrowed her eyes up at Jayne. "If you hadn't spent so much time droolin' over those knives--"
"Three..."
"Me! You were the one playin' with all those engine parts earlier."
"Two... one!"
Kaylee glared up at Jayne for a moment and then hooked her hand behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. He resisted for a moment, his muscles tensing in surprise before he gave in to the softness of her mouth.
She broke away with a shining smile and a satisfied nod. "Happy New Year, Jayne."
Turning to resume her search, she left Jayne standing shell-shocked in the street.
Title: 9 Drabbles
Author: Rinny
Ratings: G to R
Word Counts: 50ish-300ish
Notes: These are mostly by flist request...so a few of them you'll recognize, but I figured I'd start posting them all together.
Badger watched with barely restrained glee, as Malcolm Reynolds entered his office without his customary muscle. Instead, he had his usual right hand woman and a girl.
"Cap'n Reynolds, always good for a laugh."
The Captain and his first mate remained stoic faced, but the girl laughed too.
It was the last sound he heard.
~
Jayne's hand crept up along the smooth white thigh draped across his lap, his eyes focused on the abundant cleavage on display in front of him. He was tucked away in the corner of a bar on Hisanica, the girl in his lap having planted herself there some hours ago.
"You came in on that ship, din't ya?" She purred in his ear, parting her thighs just slightly to give him better access. "Always wanted t' go up in one of them."
"Sure did, sunshine." He growled, fingers creeping ever higher.
"Take me there." She whispered, "Closest I'll ever be to the stars."
He nipped at her throat and she jumped jerking away, "Hey! That hurt!"
Jayne grinned his hand on her thigh holding her in place where she would have jumped away. "Might be dumb, but I ain't stupid, Saffron."
~
"What about this--"
"No."
"Or--"
"No."
"But Cap'n--"
"No."
"It's perfect!"
"No."
"You know she'd--"
"No. I don't know any such thing and you best start restrainin' yourself or I'm sending you back to the ship."
Kaylee pouted, looking longingly at the gold Valentine's hearts on display, "I'm just sayin'... Inara'd like it."
~
"Where is that girl?" Mal grumbled, walking down the ramp into the field they were grounded in, having already searched the entire ship for River.
He stopped short, seeing her sitting amidst the wild flowers freshly blooming a few yards away. "What are you doing?"
"Springtime here." She smiled graciously, her fingers twisting the flowers around one another. "Haven't see colors like these since before."
Mal's ire began to recede and he smiled faintly. "All shades of gray, huh?"
"Verily," she nodded, giving him a genuine smile before returning to her task.
With one last twist, she connected the flowers into a crown and placed it on his head.
"Child, what are you doing?"
She fluttered around him once, admiring her work. "Creating a husband."
The blood drained from Mal's face. "Not again."
~
Bone weary and filthy, Mal watched what was left of his comrades-in-arms climb (or crawl or carried) into the rescue transport. Zoe was already safe inside, he made sure of that. Now there were only the stragglers left, those like him, that were still walking, making sure they weren't leaving any that couldn't behind.
Monty came up beside him, the big man seeming shrunken to him, all these many days later. "Bit of advice, kid." He sighed, climbing into the transport ship. "Don't look back."
Mal nodded, ensuring himself everyone was on board before climbing inside. He kept his eyes resolutely down for a few moments before looking up, taking in the vast carnage he was leaving behind.
He looked back and for the rest of his life it was all he saw.
~
Inara sat down at the elaborate table with natural grace, her hands resting serenely in her lap as she met the eyes of the woman in front of her. "If you expect me to be surprised, I'm not."
"I don't expect anything from you." Saffron should have looked out of place in the training house, but she didn't. The fact irritated Inara.
"Then to what do I owe this surprise visit, Saffron?"
"Call me Audrey, please."
Inara arched an eyebrow, "Fine."
The woman flicked a lock of strawberry blond hair over her shoulder and held Inara's gaze. "It's regarding Malcolm Reynolds."
"Oh? I'm afraid I haven't spoken with the Captain in some months time."
"He's in trouble."
"Oh. Well." She cleared her throat, "Why should I believe you?"
"Because," Saffron smiled faintly, a hint of sadness lurking her devilish eyes. "You love him too."
~
"Oh, that's just perfect!"
"He ain't even gonna notice."
"'Course he will."
"River, mei mei, put the knife down."
"It's all the thought that counts."
"A knife?! You let that girl get a hold of a knife?!"
"Ya sure this is his favorite?"
"I know my man, Captain."
"Ain't seen a man yet that liked flowers."
"They're pretty."
"Gorram it, River. Give that back."
Wash stopped in the doorway, watching the controlled chaos overtaking the mess. Kaylee and Jayne stood off in one corner, the bigger man holding her steady as she draped flowers and streamers around the room. Book and Zoe were working over some heavenly scent at the stove while Simon and the Captain set the table, and River fluttered around them, unsetting it.
He folded his arms across his chest and smiled, leaning against the doorway until Kaylee caught sight of him.
"Oh, Wash! You ruined your surprise!"
He entered the room with a haphazard shrug and a happy grin. "No, I really didn't."
~
River could feel them inside her now. Breathing in her skin. Wasn't like before, with the others. This hadn't happened with the men at the Skyplex or the people in the Maidenhead or the children on Haven or the fighters the sky above Mr. Universe's planet.
Wash and Book were hers. Her deaths. And they howled like wind through her veins. They laughed and they cried and they hurt. They filled her and loved her and made her a her instead of a thing. A weapon broken.
They lived in her and she belonged to them.
~
Kaylee sighed, coming to a stop so abruptly Jayne nearly ran into her. "I give up."
He rested his hand hands on her shoulders to steady himself and then yanked them back. "What?"
"We ain't never gonna find them." She gestured at the crowd surrounding them. "It's near midnight now."
"Ah hell, so what?"
"It's midnight, Jayne. On New Years Eve."
"So?"
She gave an exasperated huff, "You're supposed to kiss someone at the stroke o' midnight for goodluck and now Simon's off god knows where and gonna kiss who knows who." Her mouth tilted into a pout.
"Ain’t likely. He'd have to pull the--"
"Jayne!"
He shrugged, "It's true."
"Five...four.." The crowd began chanting.
"I've never even been kissed on New Years before," she narrowed her eyes up at Jayne. "If you hadn't spent so much time droolin' over those knives--"
"Three..."
"Me! You were the one playin' with all those engine parts earlier."
"Two... one!"
Kaylee glared up at Jayne for a moment and then hooked her hand behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. He resisted for a moment, his muscles tensing in surprise before he gave in to the softness of her mouth.
She broke away with a shining smile and a satisfied nod. "Happy New Year, Jayne."
Turning to resume her search, she left Jayne standing shell-shocked in the street.