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This? This I can do.
Taken from minnow1212 : Give me two characters from two different fandoms with which I am familiar, and I will invent a relationship for them. And if I'm not familiar with them, I will make something up. It's good timing, too, because generally I don't need any prompting, but physics has seemingly shoved all other source material out of ( Read more... )
Taken from minnow1212 : Give me two characters from two different fandoms with which I am familiar, and I will invent a relationship for them. And if I'm not familiar with them, I will make something up. It's good timing, too, because generally I don't need any prompting, but physics has seemingly shoved all other source material out of ( Read more... )
The thing is, Mal would already be disturbed by the whole losing his ship and crew business even without his generous host climbing into his damned bed uninvited.
He doesn't really shriek like a little girl. He... expresses some understandable surprise and distress. Not distress. Some annoyance. That's it.
Okay, so he shrieks a little.
"Are you out of your gorram mind?!" He's not entirely sure how he ended up sitting buck naked on the floor -- instead of lying buck naked in his happy warm bed, blessedly alone -- and it's entirely too disturbing to reach for your weapon and remember it's some hundreds of thousands of years... *that* way.
Captain Jack smiles cheerfully from where he's reclining on Mal's bed. Or, well, technically -- technically *someone's* bed, as the good captain's as good as admitted the ship was not his own, and if there's any crime in the book Mal's likely to take some issue with, at least in his heart, it's taking a ship away from her rightful owner. But what with his somewhat delicate situation in the world these days, he's not all that likely to make a fuss.
"I was bored," Jack says. "It really is amazingly boring here with just two people. I don't know how they managed."
Mal doesn't ask.
"And among your folk, it's considered rightful conduct to come into another man's bed without asking by reason of boredom?" He says, carefully almost polite.
Jack looks bemused. "That *is* asking."
It's a wonder to Mal how this man ever survived space travel, really.
"Well," he says, "most folk I've come across would consider it decent to ask before the clothes come off."
Jack cocks his head. "Not really up to it, then?"
"No!"
"Ah." He considers, shrugs, gets up. Mal doesn't avert his eyes, because he's not a fourteen year old maiden. "It's worth considering, though, that you're probably going to be stuck here for a bit -- like I said, I'm not much of an expert on this kind of anomality. Until we find the Doctor -- anyway, I don't have any objections to making a stop or two, but unless something unexpected happens, company's not going to be all that varied."
Mal thinks longingly of his ship, where company's always far more varied than his liking.
"I'll take my chances," he says, stiffly, "thank you."
Jack shrugs again. "Suit yourself," he says, turning to the door. "London in the morning. 2004."
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No, that is so what they'd do! Heeeee!
YAY CRACK!
Do more. With, with, kittens!
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Yes, yes, this is not the way to do this meme yadayadacakes.
*pokes anyway*
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