Fic: Push The Button (Jayne, Wash)
Title: Push The Button
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Wash
Prompt: #004 Trust/Distrust & #000 Shy, Jayne
Word Count: 273
Rating: T+
Summary: Jayne wants to do something very badly, but Wash isn't sure he can trust him with it.
Notes: Written for 10_per_genre (hurt/comfort) and songandsilence. 20/08/08.
"Why should I trust you?" Wash asks, fixing Jayne with a scrutinising look. He crosses his arms over his chest.
Jayne shrugs carelessly. "Why shouldn't ya?"
"Well, we all know how you can get," Wash drawls, "backstabbing for a bit of coin or killing or the like." He watches Jayne thoughtfully for a moment, considering all the other bad things Jayne had done. "You know, if I were evil, I'd certainly be impressed by you. You're very...talented. When it comes to the bad, I mean."
An almost shy grin forms on Jayne's face. "Yeah? You really think so?" He stops. "Wait. Did you just insult me?"
Ignoring the last question, Wash nods. "I really think. You are one very fine guy for a bad guy. Very."
"Well, uh," Jayne says, flushed, "I do try my best."
"I'd say you do at that."
"So, back to the thing. Can I - " Jayne nods at the control console of Serenity.
"Hmmm," Wash pretends to ponder over it. "I guess you can. But be careful! Real careful. We don't want to be hitting the wrong thing and sending us all hurtling to our deaths." He moves aside and watches Jayne eagerly lean over the console. "The hurtling to our deaths thing would be bad," he adds with a sharp nod.
Jayne lowers his finger until it hovers over the button and then looks up to Wash for confirmation that he can really push it.
"Go ahead," Wash tells him.
Jayne presses down excitedly, once, twice. His boyish grin fades into a scowl. "Well that weren't half as fun as I thought it'd be."
Wash grins.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Wash
Prompt: #004 Trust/Distrust & #000 Shy, Jayne
Word Count: 273
Rating: T+
Summary: Jayne wants to do something very badly, but Wash isn't sure he can trust him with it.
Notes: Written for 10_per_genre (hurt/comfort) and songandsilence. 20/08/08.
"Why should I trust you?" Wash asks, fixing Jayne with a scrutinising look. He crosses his arms over his chest.
Jayne shrugs carelessly. "Why shouldn't ya?"
"Well, we all know how you can get," Wash drawls, "backstabbing for a bit of coin or killing or the like." He watches Jayne thoughtfully for a moment, considering all the other bad things Jayne had done. "You know, if I were evil, I'd certainly be impressed by you. You're very...talented. When it comes to the bad, I mean."
An almost shy grin forms on Jayne's face. "Yeah? You really think so?" He stops. "Wait. Did you just insult me?"
Ignoring the last question, Wash nods. "I really think. You are one very fine guy for a bad guy. Very."
"Well, uh," Jayne says, flushed, "I do try my best."
"I'd say you do at that."
"So, back to the thing. Can I - " Jayne nods at the control console of Serenity.
"Hmmm," Wash pretends to ponder over it. "I guess you can. But be careful! Real careful. We don't want to be hitting the wrong thing and sending us all hurtling to our deaths." He moves aside and watches Jayne eagerly lean over the console. "The hurtling to our deaths thing would be bad," he adds with a sharp nod.
Jayne lowers his finger until it hovers over the button and then looks up to Wash for confirmation that he can really push it.
"Go ahead," Wash tells him.
Jayne presses down excitedly, once, twice. His boyish grin fades into a scowl. "Well that weren't half as fun as I thought it'd be."
Wash grins.