Double Drabble. Jayne/Simon-ish. R.
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Title: Birthday Presents
Claim: Various Adam Baldwin Characters
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing, etc: Jayne/Simon-ish
Prompt: #68 (Writer's Choice) "Spunk" (for smut_69)
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss is GOD and owns EVERYTHING, including my soul.
Author's Notes: Another submission for spunk_in_a_bag!
Simon is cleaning the infirmary when he notices the bag skillfully tucked between rolls of gauze. It’s plain and brown, like an old lunch sack, and is addressed to him in a childish scrawl he’d know anywhere. The smiley faced heart instantly puts him on guard.
Gently he lifts it between his thumb and forefinger, and examines the outside thoroughly. Turning it this way and that, he wonders what it could be. It doesn’t stink, and for that he’s grateful, but it’s light and he thinks it might be empty. Ever the scientist, Simon lifts it to his ear and, absent the tell-tale ticking of a bomb, he shakes it carefully, listening for any clue as to just what it might be. But it doesn’t make a sound, and now Simon can’t help but be curious.
He puts it on the table, takes a deep breath, and slowly rolls it open. Squinting, he looks inside.
What in the hell? he thinks, horrified. Is that...
“Happy Birthday, doc,” Jayne drawls as he leans on the doorframe, his legs and arms crossed idly and blue eyes twinkling with merriment.
“Gee thanks,” Simon replies curtly, rolling the bag closed. “You really shouldn’t have.”
*giggle*
Title: Birthday Presents
Claim: Various Adam Baldwin Characters
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing, etc: Jayne/Simon-ish
Prompt: #68 (Writer's Choice) "Spunk" (for smut_69)
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss is GOD and owns EVERYTHING, including my soul.
Author's Notes: Another submission for spunk_in_a_bag!
Simon is cleaning the infirmary when he notices the bag skillfully tucked between rolls of gauze. It’s plain and brown, like an old lunch sack, and is addressed to him in a childish scrawl he’d know anywhere. The smiley faced heart instantly puts him on guard.
Gently he lifts it between his thumb and forefinger, and examines the outside thoroughly. Turning it this way and that, he wonders what it could be. It doesn’t stink, and for that he’s grateful, but it’s light and he thinks it might be empty. Ever the scientist, Simon lifts it to his ear and, absent the tell-tale ticking of a bomb, he shakes it carefully, listening for any clue as to just what it might be. But it doesn’t make a sound, and now Simon can’t help but be curious.
He puts it on the table, takes a deep breath, and slowly rolls it open. Squinting, he looks inside.
What in the hell? he thinks, horrified. Is that...
“Happy Birthday, doc,” Jayne drawls as he leans on the doorframe, his legs and arms crossed idly and blue eyes twinkling with merriment.
“Gee thanks,” Simon replies curtly, rolling the bag closed. “You really shouldn’t have.”
*giggle*