Ficlet/Drabble: Interesting time + Unforgettable- Firefly/Red Dwarf
Title: Unforgettable
Author: Ann
Rating: G
Fandoms: Firefly/Red Dwarf
Characters/Pairings: Mal and Ace Rimmer
Summary: Some people just rub him up the wrong way…slash hints
Warning: Humour
Disclaimer: Neither fandom belongs to me, much as I love them both
Author's Note: Written for firefly_plus challenge-two Characters Walk into a Bar...
“Bit of a mess, ay old chum?”
Mal stares at the man in from of him, setting the broken wooden chair carefully to one side. It teeters haphazardly for a moment then falls amidst the wreckage of what had, half an hour before, been a quiet local bar.
Local for the planet they were on anyway and quiet if you took away the memory of what day it was-Unification day. A day Mal’s not likely to forget, not after the War and the last battle at Serenity Valley. Alliance has never held more of a bitterness for him since then.
“Say what?”
The words come out unintentionally, Mal unable to look away as the man smiles confidently, almost arrogantly and flicks his hair from his eyes, right before surprising the Captain and punching a staggering drunkard back down to his knees.
“Bit of a mess, barney, shindig, you know.”
The man smiles again and Mal can’t help staring at his teeth, at how white and polished they are. Shiny and smooth like the rest of him. Like the Alliance, like the Core. Except this particular man seems more a cross between pilot and gigolo, Alliance and Tien-knew-what. All fancied up in a gold jumpsuit that Mal would swear was made out of the same stuff Blue Sun foods packaged with.
He’s still staring, still half convinced Jayne’s spiked his drink with something from one of the doc’s cupboards, something surely meant to keep him calm and docile, unwilling to fight despite the auspicious day-not seeing visions that could drive a man crazy.
“Yeah, well-” Mal pauses for a moment, glancing around at the disarray before looking back at the man, who keeps flicking at his hair making Mal’s hand itch to find a pair of scissors. “Pleasure meetin’ you, shiny and the like but I best be going. Jobs to be had, ships to be run.”
“Ah say no more.” Offering him a wide grin and catching Mal’s hand in an unexpectedly firm shake, Mal’s half tempted to pull away, half convinced the man’s insane perhaps even meddled with.
Must’ve been alone in the black gorram long to be spoutin’ such feihua, ain’t heard nothing like it in a good while. Still man‘s a fair hand at brawling just a tad showy for my likin‘
“Anyway old pal, I’m guessing that given your damn fine and manly appearance you’ve likely got someone waiting back up for you.” The man claps him in the back with his free hand, squeezing Mal’s palm with the other and stroking it lightly. “Damn shame. Was I not on the mighty and perilous mission to rescue the Princess Bonjela, I’d be sure to pencil you in for some fun and tickles.”
Eyes widening, alarm obvious, Mal’s hand is already on the holster of his gun when Ace Rimmer pulls him forward by his collar, mouth pressed tightly against the Captain’s his tongue sweeping away every comeback Mal can think of. Heady and off kilter, he stumbles back against the bar and the man once more flicks his hair from his face and smiles confidently, his words hanging in the air as he strides from the room.
“Smoke me a kipper, I’ll be back for breakfast.”
Title: Interesting times.
Author: Ann
Rating: G
Fandoms: Firefly/Red Dwarf
Characters/Pairings: Simon and Lister
Summary: Sometimes the truth is much more interesting and unbelievable than a lie.
Warning: Humour
Disclaimer: Neither fandom belongs to me, much as I love them both
Author's Note: Written for firefly_plus challenge-two Characters Walk into a Bar...
Obviously aghast, eyes rooted to the proffered limb in front of him, Simon manages to repress the shudder as his hand goes to his nose. Indelicately covering it for a moment as he fights the desire to heave, his eyes watering at the stench.
Wo de ma.
Even as student, working upon limbs long atrophied and preserved mid-decay, he’s never smelt anything quite so noxious. The sight itself is quite ordinary, tinea pedis a fungal infection in basic terms, and the man sporting it and a slight grin also embodies the description. But the smell…
Simon wrinkles his nose, wondering when a quiet drink of Sake and a moment alone to muse, became open surgery night.
“It’s miles better than it was, me socks haven’t had burn marks through them for the last few weeks, I just figured since you’re a doc an’ all you wouldn’t mind taking a look.”
The man seems so earnest that Simon stops mentally cursing Jayne for his lack of sense, for using both Simon’s name and his title when the Alliance still has warrants out on him and River. He can’t quite bring himself to touch the foot, but gingerly nudges it off the table and away from his drink.
“Not at all, but I think you should put your shoes back on now.” Simon hesitates watching as the man bends down, perpetually cheerful grin disturbingly enough reminding him of Kaylee, before he pulls the rubber sneaker back on. “I’m afraid I don’t have my bag on me, but it shouldn’t be too difficult to pick up an anti-fungal cream in town. Just wash your feet-” Tzao goa, please do the ‘Verse that favor,“Dry them well and wear cotton socks, sandals too if you can.”
“Sandles?” Now it was the man’s turn to shudder, “Been half way across the galaxy not to mention time and I still have yet to find a decent pair of those.” He grabbed Simon’s hand for a moment then waved over a barmaid indicating they needed more drinks, “Sorry Dave Lister, er…space bum.”
Despite the words and the man’s manners, the oafish behaviour making even Jayne seem well-bred , Simon couldn’t help but warm to him. A feeling that only increases, however odd Lister’s tales are. Preposterous and confusing, not to mention crazy, Simon has no doubt the man is a story teller of some kind. What he suggests is just too quirky, closer to fantasy than reality.
Though the alcohol certainly helps the mood along, Lister’s tales have Simon laughing harder than he has in months, letting him relax with a man who expects and anticipates nothing from him but to listen-asking no questions in return.
“So let me see if I can get this straight,” There is a flush to Simon’s cheeks, partially caused by alcohol but mostly by the sheer effort to stop the laughter bubbling out. “You’ve been in alternate realities, fought future echoes and genetically modified creatures, been resurrected three million years from now and given birth to twins.”
Lister nods, a sigh coming to his lips as he adds, “And still failed to find a half decent pot noodle.”
Author: Ann
Rating: G
Fandoms: Firefly/Red Dwarf
Characters/Pairings: Mal and Ace Rimmer
Summary: Some people just rub him up the wrong way…slash hints
Warning: Humour
Disclaimer: Neither fandom belongs to me, much as I love them both
Author's Note: Written for firefly_plus challenge-two Characters Walk into a Bar...
“Bit of a mess, ay old chum?”
Mal stares at the man in from of him, setting the broken wooden chair carefully to one side. It teeters haphazardly for a moment then falls amidst the wreckage of what had, half an hour before, been a quiet local bar.
Local for the planet they were on anyway and quiet if you took away the memory of what day it was-Unification day. A day Mal’s not likely to forget, not after the War and the last battle at Serenity Valley. Alliance has never held more of a bitterness for him since then.
“Say what?”
The words come out unintentionally, Mal unable to look away as the man smiles confidently, almost arrogantly and flicks his hair from his eyes, right before surprising the Captain and punching a staggering drunkard back down to his knees.
“Bit of a mess, barney, shindig, you know.”
The man smiles again and Mal can’t help staring at his teeth, at how white and polished they are. Shiny and smooth like the rest of him. Like the Alliance, like the Core. Except this particular man seems more a cross between pilot and gigolo, Alliance and Tien-knew-what. All fancied up in a gold jumpsuit that Mal would swear was made out of the same stuff Blue Sun foods packaged with.
He’s still staring, still half convinced Jayne’s spiked his drink with something from one of the doc’s cupboards, something surely meant to keep him calm and docile, unwilling to fight despite the auspicious day-not seeing visions that could drive a man crazy.
“Yeah, well-” Mal pauses for a moment, glancing around at the disarray before looking back at the man, who keeps flicking at his hair making Mal’s hand itch to find a pair of scissors. “Pleasure meetin’ you, shiny and the like but I best be going. Jobs to be had, ships to be run.”
“Ah say no more.” Offering him a wide grin and catching Mal’s hand in an unexpectedly firm shake, Mal’s half tempted to pull away, half convinced the man’s insane perhaps even meddled with.
Must’ve been alone in the black gorram long to be spoutin’ such feihua, ain’t heard nothing like it in a good while. Still man‘s a fair hand at brawling just a tad showy for my likin‘
“Anyway old pal, I’m guessing that given your damn fine and manly appearance you’ve likely got someone waiting back up for you.” The man claps him in the back with his free hand, squeezing Mal’s palm with the other and stroking it lightly. “Damn shame. Was I not on the mighty and perilous mission to rescue the Princess Bonjela, I’d be sure to pencil you in for some fun and tickles.”
Eyes widening, alarm obvious, Mal’s hand is already on the holster of his gun when Ace Rimmer pulls him forward by his collar, mouth pressed tightly against the Captain’s his tongue sweeping away every comeback Mal can think of. Heady and off kilter, he stumbles back against the bar and the man once more flicks his hair from his face and smiles confidently, his words hanging in the air as he strides from the room.
“Smoke me a kipper, I’ll be back for breakfast.”
Title: Interesting times.
Author: Ann
Rating: G
Fandoms: Firefly/Red Dwarf
Characters/Pairings: Simon and Lister
Summary: Sometimes the truth is much more interesting and unbelievable than a lie.
Warning: Humour
Disclaimer: Neither fandom belongs to me, much as I love them both
Author's Note: Written for firefly_plus challenge-two Characters Walk into a Bar...
Obviously aghast, eyes rooted to the proffered limb in front of him, Simon manages to repress the shudder as his hand goes to his nose. Indelicately covering it for a moment as he fights the desire to heave, his eyes watering at the stench.
Wo de ma.
Even as student, working upon limbs long atrophied and preserved mid-decay, he’s never smelt anything quite so noxious. The sight itself is quite ordinary, tinea pedis a fungal infection in basic terms, and the man sporting it and a slight grin also embodies the description. But the smell…
Simon wrinkles his nose, wondering when a quiet drink of Sake and a moment alone to muse, became open surgery night.
“It’s miles better than it was, me socks haven’t had burn marks through them for the last few weeks, I just figured since you’re a doc an’ all you wouldn’t mind taking a look.”
The man seems so earnest that Simon stops mentally cursing Jayne for his lack of sense, for using both Simon’s name and his title when the Alliance still has warrants out on him and River. He can’t quite bring himself to touch the foot, but gingerly nudges it off the table and away from his drink.
“Not at all, but I think you should put your shoes back on now.” Simon hesitates watching as the man bends down, perpetually cheerful grin disturbingly enough reminding him of Kaylee, before he pulls the rubber sneaker back on. “I’m afraid I don’t have my bag on me, but it shouldn’t be too difficult to pick up an anti-fungal cream in town. Just wash your feet-” Tzao goa, please do the ‘Verse that favor,“Dry them well and wear cotton socks, sandals too if you can.”
“Sandles?” Now it was the man’s turn to shudder, “Been half way across the galaxy not to mention time and I still have yet to find a decent pair of those.” He grabbed Simon’s hand for a moment then waved over a barmaid indicating they needed more drinks, “Sorry Dave Lister, er…space bum.”
Despite the words and the man’s manners, the oafish behaviour making even Jayne seem well-bred , Simon couldn’t help but warm to him. A feeling that only increases, however odd Lister’s tales are. Preposterous and confusing, not to mention crazy, Simon has no doubt the man is a story teller of some kind. What he suggests is just too quirky, closer to fantasy than reality.
Though the alcohol certainly helps the mood along, Lister’s tales have Simon laughing harder than he has in months, letting him relax with a man who expects and anticipates nothing from him but to listen-asking no questions in return.
“So let me see if I can get this straight,” There is a flush to Simon’s cheeks, partially caused by alcohol but mostly by the sheer effort to stop the laughter bubbling out. “You’ve been in alternate realities, fought future echoes and genetically modified creatures, been resurrected three million years from now and given birth to twins.”
Lister nods, a sigh coming to his lips as he adds, “And still failed to find a half decent pot noodle.”