Photo Prompt Fic: Firefly!
Written for this photo prompt.
Name: catko
Team: clubs
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: G
Word count: 301
Note: From a headcanon I’ve touched on before….
“Hey, hey, not that way! No! Gorramit, grab her!” Mal yelled as Aura clattered across the catwalk with a squeal. “I got it,” called out Kaylee, running up the other stairs and rounding the corner. “Whoof, wait, no I don’t!” she laughed as the little girl ducked under the railing and headed crossways.
“This ain’t funny, Kaylee!” Mal growled. “Head her off at the pass!” The two of them waved their arms as they zig-zagged along the metal walkways until they finally converged on the chubby toddler.
“Ya wouldn’t think a baby could run so fast or so smart,” panted Kaylee as she swung the girl into a hug. “You are smart, aren’t you, baby? So smart.”
“Now don’t go praising her, and she’s no baby. She’s old enough to outsmart us, not smart enough to stay out of harm’s way. She’s a Terrible Two, just like my ma woulda said.” Mal shook his finger and gave a mock glare, only making the girl peal with laughter.
“Aura Linn Alleyne Washburn!” At the sound of the voice come thundering up from the cargo hold, followed by thundering steps, the little girl looked from crewmate to crewmate with an abashed grin. Kaylee gave her one last squeeze and lowered her to the ground. “Time to face the Wrath of Mom!” she said sweetly, urging the girl forward. But when Zoe was toe to toe with her daughter, the face that looked up at hers was so sweet, and impish, and apologetic-so like her Daddy’s, that she had to relent. She bent down and nuzzled the little girl, whispering something that made Aura nuzzle back.
Kaylee and Mal exchanged looks and shrugs with the air of those who’d see it all before, and wandered off to leave mother and daughter to their communing.
Name: catko
Team: clubs
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: G
Word count: 301
Note: From a headcanon I’ve touched on before….
“Hey, hey, not that way! No! Gorramit, grab her!” Mal yelled as Aura clattered across the catwalk with a squeal. “I got it,” called out Kaylee, running up the other stairs and rounding the corner. “Whoof, wait, no I don’t!” she laughed as the little girl ducked under the railing and headed crossways.
“This ain’t funny, Kaylee!” Mal growled. “Head her off at the pass!” The two of them waved their arms as they zig-zagged along the metal walkways until they finally converged on the chubby toddler.
“Ya wouldn’t think a baby could run so fast or so smart,” panted Kaylee as she swung the girl into a hug. “You are smart, aren’t you, baby? So smart.”
“Now don’t go praising her, and she’s no baby. She’s old enough to outsmart us, not smart enough to stay out of harm’s way. She’s a Terrible Two, just like my ma woulda said.” Mal shook his finger and gave a mock glare, only making the girl peal with laughter.
“Aura Linn Alleyne Washburn!” At the sound of the voice come thundering up from the cargo hold, followed by thundering steps, the little girl looked from crewmate to crewmate with an abashed grin. Kaylee gave her one last squeeze and lowered her to the ground. “Time to face the Wrath of Mom!” she said sweetly, urging the girl forward. But when Zoe was toe to toe with her daughter, the face that looked up at hers was so sweet, and impish, and apologetic-so like her Daddy’s, that she had to relent. She bent down and nuzzled the little girl, whispering something that made Aura nuzzle back.
Kaylee and Mal exchanged looks and shrugs with the air of those who’d see it all before, and wandered off to leave mother and daughter to their communing.