Crime and Amusement - 7/7 - Bleed Blue
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: 35 Fog 44/100
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: 7/7
Bleed Blue
The magistrate would have screamed bloody murder as I let a set of his wheels go over the edge, but Kara had gagged him too tightly for that. Tears streamed down his face. “Look, it’s easy. Just tell me where it is, and we’ll all be out of here. None of your men are hurt. We won’t come back to your little moon again, and it can all be shiny.”
“Sir, I’d take his frantic nodding as a yes,” Zoe said was besides me. She had that wrinkle she gets between her eyes when I was doing something she really didn’t approve of. Conjure threatening to throw a helpless man down a flight of steps over my pistol was a bit extreme. But it was effective.
Kara pulled on one arm of the chair while I pulled the other, and we got the magistrate back on solid ground all in one piece. She tugged the gag out of his mouth, grimacing a bit as the soggy fabric clung to her fingers. “So where is his frakking gun?”
“It’s in the safe.” The man’s lips were trembling as he sputtered. No wonder the gag was slobbery. Man was a bit of a drooler. “There’s a collector. He likes old Alliance weapons like your gun. He’s coming to get it tomorrow. The safe is under my desk in the floor.”
“See now,” I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Ain’t it easy when you’re bein’ reasonable. Now why don’t you tell us the combination, and we’ll be on our merry.”
“I got it Mal.” Jayne shoved the magistrate’s desk over with a thud that shook the floor. We all knew it wasn’t necessary, including Jayne, but it did make him smile so simple creature that he was. He hunkered down and shoved some more debris off of the flat panel of the safe.
“Does he always use your real name when you’re in the middle of criminal activities?” Kara asked with a look of disgust on her face that I knew mirrored my own.
“Sometimes I conjure he remembers my name ‘fore his own.” I crouched down besides Jayne, and quickly punched the safe’s combination in. Slowly the lights on the display shifted to a bright blue and a computerized voice said that it was open in English and Chinese.
“What he got inside?” Jayne peered over my shoulder close enough I could smell his cigar on his breath.
“Hopefully some breath mints.” Kara said from across the narrow space. It scared me how she seemed to read my mind.
“Funny ha ha,” Jayne backed off and yanked open a canvas sack for loot. “Well fill ‘er up. We need to haul ass out of here soon.”
“Ain’t no need to rush Jayne. Simon said they’d be asleep for at least an hour. We haven’t been here that long.” I reached into the safe, none too carefully pulling out a tray filled with Alliance credits that I shoved into Jayne’s hands. Under another layer that included some pretty sparkly jewelry that might have been evidence for some case or another, I finally found my gun wrapped in a piece of oil cloth.
Don’t know where the shot came from, but I know where it went. The slug tore into my thigh sending me back against the overturned desk while hot blood soaked my pants. I brought up my gun, the cloth falling away, but the bastard had unloaded it. Kara, Jayne and Zoe’s guns were not so afflicted however, and they plugged the man who had woken up enough to shoot me. I watched as he fought to raise his gun for one more shot before the life went from his eyes.
They grabbed me and the loot, and we rushed out to the mule. I tried to walk, but couldn’t put no weight on my leg at all. “Think its broken Zoe. Hurts like a son of a bitch.”
“Mal,” Kara said as she climbed into the driver’s seat. “Shut up and hang on.”
Now I ain’t saying that I’m the best driver on the dirt, and we all know I ain’t the best pilot, but Starbuck was like watching an angel take wing. She slid the mule through spaces between buildings that no machine should have been able to fit, and got us into the cargo bay going full throttle stopping with plenty of time before we hit the wall.
“Shut her up. Kaylee, we are leavin’ now!” I shouted a bit louder than I should have because of the pain.
“Mal? Bring him to the infirmary,” Simon told Jayne as he lifted me out of the mule.
“No, got to take off. We need to break atmo.”
“I can do it Mal. I’m a pilot remember?” Kara’s face wasn’t filled with anger anymore. She was smiling. I knew that look. She needed to be in the Black just like I did. “I’ll get us out of here. River can help me if I need it. Let Simon take care of you.”
Would have liked to agree with her, although likely I’d have argued a might, but Simon shoved a needle into my arm, and it all went black. Weren’t the first time I’ve woken up in the med bay with a needle in my arm, bandaged up and weak. I knew for sure it wouldn’t be the last time neither.
“We safe? Serenity safe?” I asked Kara when she came in to see me.
“Wouldn’t be here with you if we weren’t.” She sat down against the edge of the bed careful not to jostle my leg. “Doc said it snapped the bone clean through, and you’re going to be down for a couple of days. But that you’ll walk again. Now let’s talk about how much you’re going to pay me to fly your boat.”
Author/Artist: cptmalreynolds
Claim: Mal Reynolds/Kara Thrace, Firefly/BSG
Theme: Coffee and Donuts
Theme Set: Police Set 9
joss100 Prompt: 35 Fog 44/100
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: 7/7
Bleed Blue
The magistrate would have screamed bloody murder as I let a set of his wheels go over the edge, but Kara had gagged him too tightly for that. Tears streamed down his face. “Look, it’s easy. Just tell me where it is, and we’ll all be out of here. None of your men are hurt. We won’t come back to your little moon again, and it can all be shiny.”
“Sir, I’d take his frantic nodding as a yes,” Zoe said was besides me. She had that wrinkle she gets between her eyes when I was doing something she really didn’t approve of. Conjure threatening to throw a helpless man down a flight of steps over my pistol was a bit extreme. But it was effective.
Kara pulled on one arm of the chair while I pulled the other, and we got the magistrate back on solid ground all in one piece. She tugged the gag out of his mouth, grimacing a bit as the soggy fabric clung to her fingers. “So where is his frakking gun?”
“It’s in the safe.” The man’s lips were trembling as he sputtered. No wonder the gag was slobbery. Man was a bit of a drooler. “There’s a collector. He likes old Alliance weapons like your gun. He’s coming to get it tomorrow. The safe is under my desk in the floor.”
“See now,” I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Ain’t it easy when you’re bein’ reasonable. Now why don’t you tell us the combination, and we’ll be on our merry.”
“I got it Mal.” Jayne shoved the magistrate’s desk over with a thud that shook the floor. We all knew it wasn’t necessary, including Jayne, but it did make him smile so simple creature that he was. He hunkered down and shoved some more debris off of the flat panel of the safe.
“Does he always use your real name when you’re in the middle of criminal activities?” Kara asked with a look of disgust on her face that I knew mirrored my own.
“Sometimes I conjure he remembers my name ‘fore his own.” I crouched down besides Jayne, and quickly punched the safe’s combination in. Slowly the lights on the display shifted to a bright blue and a computerized voice said that it was open in English and Chinese.
“What he got inside?” Jayne peered over my shoulder close enough I could smell his cigar on his breath.
“Hopefully some breath mints.” Kara said from across the narrow space. It scared me how she seemed to read my mind.
“Funny ha ha,” Jayne backed off and yanked open a canvas sack for loot. “Well fill ‘er up. We need to haul ass out of here soon.”
“Ain’t no need to rush Jayne. Simon said they’d be asleep for at least an hour. We haven’t been here that long.” I reached into the safe, none too carefully pulling out a tray filled with Alliance credits that I shoved into Jayne’s hands. Under another layer that included some pretty sparkly jewelry that might have been evidence for some case or another, I finally found my gun wrapped in a piece of oil cloth.
Don’t know where the shot came from, but I know where it went. The slug tore into my thigh sending me back against the overturned desk while hot blood soaked my pants. I brought up my gun, the cloth falling away, but the bastard had unloaded it. Kara, Jayne and Zoe’s guns were not so afflicted however, and they plugged the man who had woken up enough to shoot me. I watched as he fought to raise his gun for one more shot before the life went from his eyes.
They grabbed me and the loot, and we rushed out to the mule. I tried to walk, but couldn’t put no weight on my leg at all. “Think its broken Zoe. Hurts like a son of a bitch.”
“Mal,” Kara said as she climbed into the driver’s seat. “Shut up and hang on.”
Now I ain’t saying that I’m the best driver on the dirt, and we all know I ain’t the best pilot, but Starbuck was like watching an angel take wing. She slid the mule through spaces between buildings that no machine should have been able to fit, and got us into the cargo bay going full throttle stopping with plenty of time before we hit the wall.
“Shut her up. Kaylee, we are leavin’ now!” I shouted a bit louder than I should have because of the pain.
“Mal? Bring him to the infirmary,” Simon told Jayne as he lifted me out of the mule.
“No, got to take off. We need to break atmo.”
“I can do it Mal. I’m a pilot remember?” Kara’s face wasn’t filled with anger anymore. She was smiling. I knew that look. She needed to be in the Black just like I did. “I’ll get us out of here. River can help me if I need it. Let Simon take care of you.”
Would have liked to agree with her, although likely I’d have argued a might, but Simon shoved a needle into my arm, and it all went black. Weren’t the first time I’ve woken up in the med bay with a needle in my arm, bandaged up and weak. I knew for sure it wouldn’t be the last time neither.
“We safe? Serenity safe?” I asked Kara when she came in to see me.
“Wouldn’t be here with you if we weren’t.” She sat down against the edge of the bed careful not to jostle my leg. “Doc said it snapped the bone clean through, and you’re going to be down for a couple of days. But that you’ll walk again. Now let’s talk about how much you’re going to pay me to fly your boat.”