Crime and Amusement - 5/7 - Coffee and Donuts
Title: Crime and Amusement
Author/Artist: cptmalreynolds
Claim: Mal Reynolds/Kara Thrace, Firefly/BSG
Theme: Coffee and Donuts
Theme Set: Police Set 9
joss100 Prompt: 46 Writer's Choice - Soft 42/100
7 Crossovers Prompt Table and List
Rating: R
Warnings: It's going to be violent.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Mal and Kara. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 5/7
Coffee and Donuts
“Is he always this obsessed?” Kara dark eyes widened as she heard my plan to get back my precious gun. She looked at Zoë, but all the dark skinned woman who had my back in all things could do was shrug. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“If you must know,” Simon, piped in, since it was always his way to belittle me. “Mal considers himself a consummate master of crime and deception.”
“I do believe I’m bein’ mocked. River is your brother mockin’ me?” I teased with a grin as I bumped my shoulder against River’s. Since we’d been piloting Serenity together we’d formed quite a strong bond. I thought of her as a little sister of my own, but I was pretty sure Simon was more than a little jealous of our friendship. “While I know our greatest haul was due to your keen mind Doctor, I’m quite certain that I can handle conjurin’ up a plan to get my gun back from the magistrate.”
Drawing her heel up on the edge of her chair, Kara rested her arm across her knee and rubbed at her face. She’d taken advantage of our showers, and looked a damned sight better with her hair and face clean. “Have you forgotten Mal that they were gathering up prisoners for work somewhere else? It’s slavery. You’re not worried about getting caught again or helping those people?”
“Darlin’,” I said, wishing that I could play the hero and offer to do more. “I do hope that someone with power can help those poor folks, and it might be that we can get the word out ‘bout them. But there ain’t enough of us to do them no good. Just get ourselves caught, and then there won’t be nothin’ any of us can do. We go in. We get what’s mine, and then we get off this turd ball of a moon. Any questions?”
“Yeah where are we goin’ to get that many gorram donuts?” Jayne asked.
He just had to ask.
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“Don’t touch Jayne, unless you want to sleep for the next three days.” Zoë said as she slapped Jayne’s wrist when he reached for our gifts for the local constabulary.
It had taken us a while to find what passed as a bakery in the town. The donuts turned into bao, but that was shiny in the end. It was a hell of a lot easier to fill a bao with sleeping gel than it was to try to fill the donuts. Simon took his time injecting each of a dozen smooth white balls of dough with the drugs.
“This should be easy enough.” I finished dragging in the chest that Inara had left behind. I’d kept it in my cabin, just waiting for her to come back. It wasn’t locked. It had been once, but I’d picked it open long ago. “We’re just doin’ what so many great armies have done in the past, we’ll dress up our women and have y’all deliver our presents for the local constabulary. When they’re down, we’ll come in and take back what’s ours. Well mine. And we’ll take anythin’ else that ain’t tied down that we can make some profit on off world.”
Popping the trunk open, I began to pull out a rainbow of veils and dresses covered with spangles and jewels. I knew exactly what was in the trunk. I’d been through it enough times in the months since she’d gone. Each piece of fabric still smelled like her too. I tossed a midnight blue dress towards Kara who caught it and frowned. “Go on darlin’. I think the blue’ll look pretty with your blonde hair.”
“You want me to dress up like a whore?” the colonial officer glared daggers at me. “This is so not my idea of a good time Mal. I mean thanks tons for taking me out of that jail, but I am not going to do this.”
“If it’s good ‘nough for Zoë, it’s good enough for you.” I told her staring her right back into those dark eyes of hers. “This is the plan. Y’all were fine with it before. Maybe you’d prefer to wear some homespun dresses? We got those too, but I do think you two’ll fare a hell of a lot better lookin’ like Companions than settler’s wives.”
“Besides,” Jayne popped in. “Mal don’t like it when anyone else wears his pretty bonnet.”
Zoë ran her long fingered hands over a bright red and orange sarong. “It’ll be all right Captain,” she said as always going along with the plan. “Just so long as you’re not too far behind. I don’t think either Starbuck or I want to be entertainin’ them for long.”
“They should fall asleep fairly quickly,” Simon said to assure them. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about any inappropriate touching.”
“The first one who tries,” Kara said as she started peeling off her tank tops. She wasn’t looking at Simon when she said it either. She was looking right at me. “I’ll kill.”
Author/Artist: cptmalreynolds
Claim: Mal Reynolds/Kara Thrace, Firefly/BSG
Theme: Coffee and Donuts
Theme Set: Police Set 9
joss100 Prompt: 46 Writer's Choice - Soft 42/100
7 Crossovers Prompt Table and List
Rating: R
Warnings: It's going to be violent.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Mal and Kara. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 5/7
Coffee and Donuts
“Is he always this obsessed?” Kara dark eyes widened as she heard my plan to get back my precious gun. She looked at Zoë, but all the dark skinned woman who had my back in all things could do was shrug. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“If you must know,” Simon, piped in, since it was always his way to belittle me. “Mal considers himself a consummate master of crime and deception.”
“I do believe I’m bein’ mocked. River is your brother mockin’ me?” I teased with a grin as I bumped my shoulder against River’s. Since we’d been piloting Serenity together we’d formed quite a strong bond. I thought of her as a little sister of my own, but I was pretty sure Simon was more than a little jealous of our friendship. “While I know our greatest haul was due to your keen mind Doctor, I’m quite certain that I can handle conjurin’ up a plan to get my gun back from the magistrate.”
Drawing her heel up on the edge of her chair, Kara rested her arm across her knee and rubbed at her face. She’d taken advantage of our showers, and looked a damned sight better with her hair and face clean. “Have you forgotten Mal that they were gathering up prisoners for work somewhere else? It’s slavery. You’re not worried about getting caught again or helping those people?”
“Darlin’,” I said, wishing that I could play the hero and offer to do more. “I do hope that someone with power can help those poor folks, and it might be that we can get the word out ‘bout them. But there ain’t enough of us to do them no good. Just get ourselves caught, and then there won’t be nothin’ any of us can do. We go in. We get what’s mine, and then we get off this turd ball of a moon. Any questions?”
“Yeah where are we goin’ to get that many gorram donuts?” Jayne asked.
He just had to ask.
###
“Don’t touch Jayne, unless you want to sleep for the next three days.” Zoë said as she slapped Jayne’s wrist when he reached for our gifts for the local constabulary.
It had taken us a while to find what passed as a bakery in the town. The donuts turned into bao, but that was shiny in the end. It was a hell of a lot easier to fill a bao with sleeping gel than it was to try to fill the donuts. Simon took his time injecting each of a dozen smooth white balls of dough with the drugs.
“This should be easy enough.” I finished dragging in the chest that Inara had left behind. I’d kept it in my cabin, just waiting for her to come back. It wasn’t locked. It had been once, but I’d picked it open long ago. “We’re just doin’ what so many great armies have done in the past, we’ll dress up our women and have y’all deliver our presents for the local constabulary. When they’re down, we’ll come in and take back what’s ours. Well mine. And we’ll take anythin’ else that ain’t tied down that we can make some profit on off world.”
Popping the trunk open, I began to pull out a rainbow of veils and dresses covered with spangles and jewels. I knew exactly what was in the trunk. I’d been through it enough times in the months since she’d gone. Each piece of fabric still smelled like her too. I tossed a midnight blue dress towards Kara who caught it and frowned. “Go on darlin’. I think the blue’ll look pretty with your blonde hair.”
“You want me to dress up like a whore?” the colonial officer glared daggers at me. “This is so not my idea of a good time Mal. I mean thanks tons for taking me out of that jail, but I am not going to do this.”
“If it’s good ‘nough for Zoë, it’s good enough for you.” I told her staring her right back into those dark eyes of hers. “This is the plan. Y’all were fine with it before. Maybe you’d prefer to wear some homespun dresses? We got those too, but I do think you two’ll fare a hell of a lot better lookin’ like Companions than settler’s wives.”
“Besides,” Jayne popped in. “Mal don’t like it when anyone else wears his pretty bonnet.”
Zoë ran her long fingered hands over a bright red and orange sarong. “It’ll be all right Captain,” she said as always going along with the plan. “Just so long as you’re not too far behind. I don’t think either Starbuck or I want to be entertainin’ them for long.”
“They should fall asleep fairly quickly,” Simon said to assure them. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about any inappropriate touching.”
“The first one who tries,” Kara said as she started peeling off her tank tops. She wasn’t looking at Simon when she said it either. She was looking right at me. “I’ll kill.”