challenge #72
Title: Special
Author: Carnen (
wnnb_darklord)
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Firefly
Challenge: #72 remembered and forgotten
Notes: I don't anything and I'm not making any money. This was inspired by one of
jedibuttercup's short fics.
Jayne Cobb was a simple man. Not in the sense that he was stupid, but in the sense that if you gave him a place to sleep, food in his belly, people to shoot and money to spend (maybe a whore or two), he'd be content with his lot in life.
He felt no need to go traipsing around the 'verse on some noble quests - although with Mal as his captain it seemed like that was all he ever did - and Jayne didn't care overmuch about doing the right thing. Other than being a great shot, he was nothin' special.
But on some nights, when he wasn't dreaming of a warm body, smooth hands and silken hair, he dreamt of power. He dreamt of a howling wolf, a mighty ram and a fleet-footed hart.
In those half-remembered dreams of the past, which left him sweating and shaking with unease upon waking, Jayne was special. But it was the type of special that left him wanting to forget those gorram visions, talk to the Shepherd and maybe share a bit of his cut with the crew. After all, Jayne might have been a mercenary and thief, but he was no monster.
Title: Gifts
Author: Carnen (
wnnb_darklord)
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Firefly
Challenge: #72 remembered and forgotten
Notes: I don't anything and I'm not making any money.
"What are you doing?" Willow asked, watching Jayne struggle with what seemed to be a box and paper.
"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to wrap this hun dan piece of paper 'round the package!"
"Oh." She watched him for a few moments. "Do you want me to…?" She wiggled her fingers. Jayne glared at her.
"Jien tah-duh guay! You keep your magic gos se away from me, dong ma?"
"Fine, fine. Again with the Chinese," Willow rolled her eyes. "Who's it for, anyway?"
Jayne mumbled something.
"What?"
He sighed.
"It's for my little sister. Her birthday's soon an' I didn't want to forget to wrap her present."
"Aww, that's so sweet!"
"Hey, there ain't nothin' sweet about me!"
"Right, sorry," Willow grinned, "this is so very manly and butch of you."
"An' don't you go forgetting that," Jayne said with a decisive nod.
"So," Willow slid into a seat at the table in Serenity's dining room.
"How is it that you remember your sister's birthday, but forget something as simple as taking the trash out?" Willow grinned.
"What? I didn't forget to take no trash out," he grumbled.
"JAYNE!" Mal's voice thundered through the ship.
"Aw, crap."
Author: Carnen (
wnnb_darklord)
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Firefly
Challenge: #72 remembered and forgotten
Notes: I don't anything and I'm not making any money. This was inspired by one of
jedibuttercup's short fics.
Jayne Cobb was a simple man. Not in the sense that he was stupid, but in the sense that if you gave him a place to sleep, food in his belly, people to shoot and money to spend (maybe a whore or two), he'd be content with his lot in life.
He felt no need to go traipsing around the 'verse on some noble quests - although with Mal as his captain it seemed like that was all he ever did - and Jayne didn't care overmuch about doing the right thing. Other than being a great shot, he was nothin' special.
But on some nights, when he wasn't dreaming of a warm body, smooth hands and silken hair, he dreamt of power. He dreamt of a howling wolf, a mighty ram and a fleet-footed hart.
In those half-remembered dreams of the past, which left him sweating and shaking with unease upon waking, Jayne was special. But it was the type of special that left him wanting to forget those gorram visions, talk to the Shepherd and maybe share a bit of his cut with the crew. After all, Jayne might have been a mercenary and thief, but he was no monster.
Title: Gifts
Author: Carnen (
wnnb_darklord)
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Firefly
Challenge: #72 remembered and forgotten
Notes: I don't anything and I'm not making any money.
"What are you doing?" Willow asked, watching Jayne struggle with what seemed to be a box and paper.
"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to wrap this hun dan piece of paper 'round the package!"
"Oh." She watched him for a few moments. "Do you want me to…?" She wiggled her fingers. Jayne glared at her.
"Jien tah-duh guay! You keep your magic gos se away from me, dong ma?"
"Fine, fine. Again with the Chinese," Willow rolled her eyes. "Who's it for, anyway?"
Jayne mumbled something.
"What?"
He sighed.
"It's for my little sister. Her birthday's soon an' I didn't want to forget to wrap her present."
"Aww, that's so sweet!"
"Hey, there ain't nothin' sweet about me!"
"Right, sorry," Willow grinned, "this is so very manly and butch of you."
"An' don't you go forgetting that," Jayne said with a decisive nod.
"So," Willow slid into a seat at the table in Serenity's dining room.
"How is it that you remember your sister's birthday, but forget something as simple as taking the trash out?" Willow grinned.
"What? I didn't forget to take no trash out," he grumbled.
"JAYNE!" Mal's voice thundered through the ship.
"Aw, crap."