Lost and found...
Title: Lost and found
Prompt: None, this now strays away from the Firefly 100
Characters/Pairings: River, Jayne, pre-rayne. Rating: U
Wordcount: 300
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, don't sue.
Notes: There is now a definite sequence Keep, Caught, and Dropping hints come first in that order. This time the fairy tale is "The Frog Prince." Not beta'd.
Lost and found
Jayne woke up and threw up.
Then he dragged himself up in search of painkillers.
River was there, peering into the brightly illuminated Infirmary. He found her presence more than usually irritating, something to do with feet and lots and lots of tiny Jaynes staring up him. He shook his head, wanting to get the crazy loose and regretted it.
He pushed past her, “Move it girl.”
She jumped back, hugging herself and trembling, a tear drizzling down her cheek. It made him pause.
“What’s got inta ya?”
“There is a hole in my pocket, Jack without Jill, all shall go ill.” She let go of her own arm long enough to dig in the pocket of her flowing dress, when she opened her palm it glistened with Jacks but there was no ball.
Jayne looked around and spotted it in a corner. “There, go get it.”
“Light is too bright, flows into all my orifices and illuminates the dark places, makes the shadows real.” Her shivering increased and she looked at him with begging eyes.
Jayne made an impatient noise, he swooped down and picked up the ball, clutching his head and cursing as he straightened. “Here,” he grabbed her hand and slapped the ball into her palm. “Go bug someone else.”
River smiled as if he was birthday and Christmas rolled into one. “I was wrong, you are not a Prince, you are a frog.” She stepped forward quickly and pecked him on the cheek.
“Hey!” Jayne swiped at his face, “whatcha do that for.”
She looked at him expectantly, then her face fell. “No change.” She frowned, “perhaps a different type of kiss.” She leaned towards him; before he could lean back she wrinkled her nose. “Please come and find me once you have cleaned your teeth.”
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Prompt: None, this now strays away from the Firefly 100
Characters/Pairings: River, Jayne, pre-rayne. Rating: U
Wordcount: 300
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, don't sue.
Notes: There is now a definite sequence Keep, Caught, and Dropping hints come first in that order. This time the fairy tale is "The Frog Prince." Not beta'd.
Lost and found
Jayne woke up and threw up.
Then he dragged himself up in search of painkillers.
River was there, peering into the brightly illuminated Infirmary. He found her presence more than usually irritating, something to do with feet and lots and lots of tiny Jaynes staring up him. He shook his head, wanting to get the crazy loose and regretted it.
He pushed past her, “Move it girl.”
She jumped back, hugging herself and trembling, a tear drizzling down her cheek. It made him pause.
“What’s got inta ya?”
“There is a hole in my pocket, Jack without Jill, all shall go ill.” She let go of her own arm long enough to dig in the pocket of her flowing dress, when she opened her palm it glistened with Jacks but there was no ball.
Jayne looked around and spotted it in a corner. “There, go get it.”
“Light is too bright, flows into all my orifices and illuminates the dark places, makes the shadows real.” Her shivering increased and she looked at him with begging eyes.
Jayne made an impatient noise, he swooped down and picked up the ball, clutching his head and cursing as he straightened. “Here,” he grabbed her hand and slapped the ball into her palm. “Go bug someone else.”
River smiled as if he was birthday and Christmas rolled into one. “I was wrong, you are not a Prince, you are a frog.” She stepped forward quickly and pecked him on the cheek.
“Hey!” Jayne swiped at his face, “whatcha do that for.”
She looked at him expectantly, then her face fell. “No change.” She frowned, “perhaps a different type of kiss.” She leaned towards him; before he could lean back she wrinkled her nose. “Please come and find me once you have cleaned your teeth.”
~*~