Fic: Like a Charm (Firefly, Gen, PG)
Title: Like a Charm
Rating: PG
Words: 616
Characters/Pairing: Kaylee, Simon, Jayne, Inara - very minor Simon/Kaylee
Summary: There's something downright disturbing about watching Jayne save the day when he ain't even got a weapon in hand.
Notes: Courtesy once again of comment_fic, off the prompt Firefly, crew, "I ain't sayin' it's a bad idea. I'm just sayin' it's a damn stupid one." (Bonus if it's Jayne who says it.)
Like a Charm
“Yep, that's definitely her.” Turning to Simon, Kaylee gave his vest a good tug to smooth it out and brushed imaginary lint off his shoulders, cause this might be an emergency situation, but that weren't no excuse to let opportunity pass her by. “Think you're up to a little seducin' here?” she asked, checking over her shoulder once more to make sure that blonde at the bar was the same woman she'd seen with Badger earlier, not long 'fore that little rat of a man had managed to grab Cap'n and Zoe, stash 'em somewhere for who knew what nasty purpose.
“Well, I - yes. Of course.” Simon didn't look so sure, not really, but then, he had a way of looking like that anytime he didn't have some pointy thing to hand, diggin' round in somebody's insides.
“Ain't gonna work, you know,” Jayne drawled, toying with his beer.
“And you have a better idea, I suppose?” Inara asked from the shadows, where she was trying without much luck to stand out less in the kind of crowd that didn't often see Companions up close and personal like.
“I ain't sayin' it's a bad idea. I'm just sayin' it's a damn stupid one. Girl like that, she ain't gonna go for the doc.”
“Oh, and I suppose you'd rather make a frontal assault on Badger's offices, go in with guns blazing and get the Captain and Zoe killed,” Simon said, sarcasm pouring off his voice so thick even Jayne couldn't miss it. “Yes, that would be a fantastically brilliant plan.”
“Gee, now why didn't I think of that?” Jayne said, sneering. “Oh wait, I did, and nobody liked it. But if y'all are set on goin' with this plan to seduce info outta her, oughta send someone knows what they're doing, at least.”
“Who did you have in mind, Inara? I'm not certain you've noticed, but that doesn't appear to be the type of girl who prefers the company of women,” Simon pointed out, and since Badger's blonde looked to be putting all her assets on display for a big guy with more hair and tattoos than clear skin, that seemed a decent enough point.
“No, you dumbass. Like me. Just watch.”
None of them could catch him in time without making a scene, and it was the longest ten minutes Kaylee could recall sitting through, the three of them holding their breath, just waiting for Jayne to stick his boot in his mouth and bring a whole world of hurt down on them. But it weren't to be, cause soon enough he was on his way back, a little scrap of torn-off beer label in hand.
“Got an address,” he said, looking down at it. “Let's go.” When none of them made to move, just stood there gaping at him like he'd just quoted poetry, he looked sorta hurt, though it was always kinda hard to tell with him. “What are you morons starin' at? I got charms too, you know. And I know how to use 'em, which is more than the pretty doc here can say. Now get your gorram asses moving, we got us some heroics to perform.”
They moved, cause after all, it don't pay to argue with a man armed with both charm and a big gun.
“And you better tell Mal who it was did all the work, too,” he grumbled as they walked past the blonde, who winked and made a gesture so suggestive it gave even Kaylee a new idea or two. “I'm givin' up a mighty tasty piece for this.”
Rating: PG
Words: 616
Characters/Pairing: Kaylee, Simon, Jayne, Inara - very minor Simon/Kaylee
Summary: There's something downright disturbing about watching Jayne save the day when he ain't even got a weapon in hand.
Notes: Courtesy once again of comment_fic, off the prompt Firefly, crew, "I ain't sayin' it's a bad idea. I'm just sayin' it's a damn stupid one." (Bonus if it's Jayne who says it.)
Like a Charm
“Yep, that's definitely her.” Turning to Simon, Kaylee gave his vest a good tug to smooth it out and brushed imaginary lint off his shoulders, cause this might be an emergency situation, but that weren't no excuse to let opportunity pass her by. “Think you're up to a little seducin' here?” she asked, checking over her shoulder once more to make sure that blonde at the bar was the same woman she'd seen with Badger earlier, not long 'fore that little rat of a man had managed to grab Cap'n and Zoe, stash 'em somewhere for who knew what nasty purpose.
“Well, I - yes. Of course.” Simon didn't look so sure, not really, but then, he had a way of looking like that anytime he didn't have some pointy thing to hand, diggin' round in somebody's insides.
“Ain't gonna work, you know,” Jayne drawled, toying with his beer.
“And you have a better idea, I suppose?” Inara asked from the shadows, where she was trying without much luck to stand out less in the kind of crowd that didn't often see Companions up close and personal like.
“I ain't sayin' it's a bad idea. I'm just sayin' it's a damn stupid one. Girl like that, she ain't gonna go for the doc.”
“Oh, and I suppose you'd rather make a frontal assault on Badger's offices, go in with guns blazing and get the Captain and Zoe killed,” Simon said, sarcasm pouring off his voice so thick even Jayne couldn't miss it. “Yes, that would be a fantastically brilliant plan.”
“Gee, now why didn't I think of that?” Jayne said, sneering. “Oh wait, I did, and nobody liked it. But if y'all are set on goin' with this plan to seduce info outta her, oughta send someone knows what they're doing, at least.”
“Who did you have in mind, Inara? I'm not certain you've noticed, but that doesn't appear to be the type of girl who prefers the company of women,” Simon pointed out, and since Badger's blonde looked to be putting all her assets on display for a big guy with more hair and tattoos than clear skin, that seemed a decent enough point.
“No, you dumbass. Like me. Just watch.”
None of them could catch him in time without making a scene, and it was the longest ten minutes Kaylee could recall sitting through, the three of them holding their breath, just waiting for Jayne to stick his boot in his mouth and bring a whole world of hurt down on them. But it weren't to be, cause soon enough he was on his way back, a little scrap of torn-off beer label in hand.
“Got an address,” he said, looking down at it. “Let's go.” When none of them made to move, just stood there gaping at him like he'd just quoted poetry, he looked sorta hurt, though it was always kinda hard to tell with him. “What are you morons starin' at? I got charms too, you know. And I know how to use 'em, which is more than the pretty doc here can say. Now get your gorram asses moving, we got us some heroics to perform.”
They moved, cause after all, it don't pay to argue with a man armed with both charm and a big gun.
“And you better tell Mal who it was did all the work, too,” he grumbled as they walked past the blonde, who winked and made a gesture so suggestive it gave even Kaylee a new idea or two. “I'm givin' up a mighty tasty piece for this.”