Destiny - Part 2
Part of the http://zannes.livejournal.com/5304.html John/Illyria 'verse
Rating: R (overall)
Genre: Gen, Het, Supernatural/Angel/Firefly crossover
Pairing: John/Illyria
Characters: Firefly crew
Summary: John and Illyria finally have to deal with the Demon that destroyed his family. Will they be able to save John's descendants from the Demon's wrath? (bad language/sexual situations)
Author's Notes: Thanks to hakirby and lyonie17 for their continued beta-ing prowess. Hakirby is entirely responsible for all the added porn and lyonie17 is responsible for turning my modern-day English into Fireflyese. The Chinese translations are up for grabs. I trusted various websites to get those. Kripke owns the Winchesters and Whedon owns both Illyria and Firefly. The lovely icon belongs to lyonie17.
Part 2...
Later that evening, John and Fred made their way to the dining area, pausing in the doorway as the sea of faces turned as one in their direction.
“Mr. Winchester!” Kaylee called out gaily, adding as a subdued afterthought, “…and Mrs. Winchester.” She turned to the rest of the table, explaining, “These here are the folks that signed up for transport on Persephone.”
Mal smirked in John’s general direction. “Came by for payment a bit earlier, but you folks were a might…busy.” Jayne guffawed loosely, shoveling in a forkful of protein as Zoe gazed in open assessment at the newcomers.
“Shush, Cap’n!” Kaylee hissed, throwing a balled up napkin at him. “Manners!”
“Our apologies for being late,” John replied politely, pulling out a chair for Fred before sitting beside her.
“So what does a man like you do for a livin’?” Mal asked, flicking his gaze towards Zoe to see if she noticed what he had - the way the man’s eyes gauged the distance to the exits, how he’d immediately spotted the weapons they all had secreted on their persons, the way his chair was pushed just far enough away from the table so that he could get to his feet without hindrance. With a subtle nod, Zoe agreed with his evaluation, shifting her chair so that her gun was within easy reach.
John noted their understated tension and slouched back harmlessly in his seat, reaching over to grasp Fred’s hand and to play with her fingers, his dominant hand now rendered useless for fighting. Both Mal and Zoe relaxed only slightly as he explained, “Odd jobs. Fred and I like to travel and we find work as needed.”
“Fred?” Jayne snorted derisively, talking with his mouth full.
“Jayne has a girl’s name and you have a boy’s name,” River said, smiling with an odd knowing expression in her eyes. “Maybe you should switch.”
Fred nodded absently, scooping some protein onto her plate as she retrieved her hand from John’s grasp to grab a fork. “Y’all have a large crew for such a small boat.”
Mal nodded, pointing at each figure. “Introduction time - I’m the captain, Malcolm Reynolds. This here is my first mate, Zoe. The red-head you met earlier is my mechanic.” Kalylee waved happily. “The tough guy stuffin’ his face is Jayne. Mr. Prissy over there is our Doc; his name’s Simon. That there’s his sister, River.”
John reached for a plate, but was intercepted by River, who handed him one as she scooted in closer to him. “Can I call you Grampa?” she asked, brown eyes gazing up at him hopefully. “So very old…but not as old as her.” Her eyes swept to Fred, eating quietly beside him.
“River!” Simon admonished, looking uncomfortably at the new passengers. “I’m sorry, she’s not….”
“Perfectly all right, young man,” John said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. He turned a warm smile on River, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he told her, “I’d be proud if you did, nyen ching-duh.”
River rocked back in her chair, tucking her foot beneath her body as she leaned towards him with a laugh. “And you can call me Junebug and give me candy!” John chuckled, a throaty rumble, and Fred covertly glanced at him, her eyes crinkling.
Mal snorted, River’s eccentricities no longer a surprise, leaning back in his seat as he hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “I’ll give you two my usual welcome aboard rules,” he said, nodding at John and Fred. “No walkin’ around the ship unescorted, exceptin’ the mess, and I don’t wanna see anyone naked and cavortin’ outside their rooms. I got enough problems with my own crew, much less passengers.” Kaylee frowned at him, reaching over to pat Simon on the hand as a heavy blush colored his cheeks.
“Why, John,” Fred deadpanned, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “However will you manage?”
“Easy, m’dear,” John replied with a hint of a grin. “I’ll just send you out to fetch what I need like any good wife should.” He gallantly kissed the knuckles of her free hand as the table erupted with laughter, Kaylee and River giggling madly as even the stoic Zoe cracked a smile.
Jayne momentarily paused in spooning food into his mouth, his brow furrowing at the merriment. “What was wrong with that plan?” he asked around a mouthful of protein, looking bewildered. “Sounded mighty fine to me.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I don’t know, sir,” Zoe stated, sitting stiffly in the co-pilot’s chair, her discomfort still evident even after more than a year. “He could be a mercenary.”
“His eyes were calculatin',” Mal agreed, adjusting some coordinates. “And don't tell me you didn't see that.”
Zoe nearly smiled. “At least he counted you before Jayne, sir.”
Mal chuckled, leaning back in the pilot’s chair. “But he didn't picture me first,” he said with a pointed glance at Zoe. “What about the woman?”
“I can't rightly say,” Zoe admitted, “but she's learned his ways.” A legitimate smile swept over her face at that. “Whatever they are, they’re a team.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night, while the crew slept - even Mal, who had dozed off in the pilot’s seat - John and Illyria crept through the ship, sketching runes at what entrance points they could reach. “I miss salt,” John grumbled. “It was so simple.”
“You are a simple man,” Illyria stated with the twitch of a blue-shaded lip.
John frowned and swatted her playfully on the hip before pulling her close and brushing his lips across her cheek. “Very funny for a blueberry.”
“He’s coming,” a lilting voice told them, startling them both as it fell from above. “Cat’s eyes glowing in the flames, smelling of brimstone and…,” she paused before continuing with a hint of confusion, “…soap?” John and Illyria tilted their faces upwards, meeting River’s serious expression as she idly dangled her legs over the edge of the catwalk above the cargo hold. She hissed at them, miming the swipe of claws.
John felt Illyria ready to shift, and he gripped her arm, stilling her. “That’s right, River….”
“Junebug!” she interrupted.
“…Junebug,” John amended, still staring up into River’s steady gaze. “We’re tryin’ to protect you.”
River shook her head, tangled curls flying around her small face. “He‘s coming for us all.”
John sighed, his pained eyes sliding shut. “Yes, he is.”
“Taking Grampa was more injury than the shower curtain!” River said, jerking her chin towards Illyria. “Worse than if I forget to knock in the engine room!” She kicked her feet fretfully, her knuckles whitening as her grip tightened on the banister over her head.
“He would have come anyhow,” Illyria interrupted, blinking up at her.
River glanced down sadly at her lap, her legs stilling. “So much blood and I'll be alone again…,” she turned her head to look squarely at John, “…or put it on my hands. Poor Sam.” She sing-songed, “Sammy slaughtered Dean down dead!”
John gritted his teeth. “It didn’t happen that way! My sons were happy!”
“And tediously normal,” Illyria said with something like disappointment coloring her tone, “without the Demon to concern them.” She sniffed delicately. “I preferred the bloodshed. They were far more entertaining then, before they settled down and spat out mortal spawn.”
“You were such fun at Christmas,” John said dryly, turning towards Illyria with a fond smile. “Telling the grandkids about the real Santa Claus.”
“Should they not be aware he comes down the chimney to eat their innards?” Illyria blinked questioningly. “I felt it necessary to prepare them.”
“I don’t think Sarah or Ava ever forgave you,” John admitted with a grim laugh. “Especially when it became the kids’ favorite Christmas story.”
“They forbade me from telling their children the truth about the Tooth Fairy,” Illyria admitted with a small frown. “They are lucky their children grew up with their heads still attached.”
The faint tread of running feet reverberated along the catwalk, alerting them to Simon’s approach before he burst breathlessly through the door, panting, “River! There you are!” He knelt beside her, noticing John and Fred on the floor below. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” he apologized. “May I walk you to your quarters?” He paused before adding, “The Captain may not take it kindly if he sees you unescorted.”
“Leave Grampa and Gramma alone,” River chastised. “I am alone, but they are not.”
“River!” Simon admonished. “These people are not your grandparents.” He called down to John and Fred, “She gets confused sometimes.”
“It would take too long to say great-great-great-great-great….”
“Goodnight, River,” John called, cutting her off. “You need to get some sleep.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
River came skipping into the engine room, John and Fred trailing behind her. “Kaylee!” River cried excitedly. “I’ve brought our grandparents to visit!”
River stuck her head over a leaking pipe, dangling her body precariously over Kaylee, who was tucked up under the equipment with tools spread on the floor around her. “Grampa likes the moving parts of things.” River’s eyes flicked over to Fred and she whispered dramatically, “Gramma doesn’t like much of anything except Grampa.”
Kaylee glanced up at River’s upside down expression, laughing a little as she wiped a trickle of sweat off her cheek, smears of oil evidence of similar prior movements. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester! I see River’s showin’ ya around Serenity.”
“Call us John and Fred,” John demurred. He squatted down by where Kaylee was working, barely avoiding being kicked in the head by River as she wriggled further over the pipe to hang closer to Kaylee’s hands, keeping watch from above. John ducked under the overhang and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
Kaylee sighed in frustration. “It’s the gorram…,” she blushed, pausing, “um, darned compression coupling on the gravitational adapter. The binding keeps bustin’ on me and the Captain says we can’t buy new parts until next month.”
“Did you try rerouting it through the back-up air line?” John pointed at a nearby set of wires and pipes by her head. “Cools it down before it hits the binding so the pressure of the heated exhaust doesn’t burst through.”
A smile spread over Kaylee’s face as she answered excitedly, “I was thinkin’ of tryin’ that!” She began to unscrew a separate system of wires as she asked, “You a mechanic?”
“Yes, he is,” Fred answered cheerfully from by the door, smiling softly when John glanced her way.
John chuckled, shaking his head. “Sometimes I pay our way workin’ on the ships we frequent. I know a few things about machines.” He grimaced slightly before adding, “Mostly antiques.”
Fred snickered in the background, disguising it as a cough when John turned to toss a playful glare in her direction. “But I manage to keep up where I can.”
Over the intercom came Mal’s flippant tone, announcing, “I’d like to inform our passengers and crew that we’ll be landin’ in a few minutes. However, due to circumstances beyond my control, we’ll be landin’…,” a large bump echoed through the hull of the ship, scattering Kaylee’s tools around their feet. “…now. If you’re comin’ ashore, get ready cause I’m not gonna wait for ya.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Rating: R (overall)
Genre: Gen, Het, Supernatural/Angel/Firefly crossover
Pairing: John/Illyria
Characters: Firefly crew
Summary: John and Illyria finally have to deal with the Demon that destroyed his family. Will they be able to save John's descendants from the Demon's wrath? (bad language/sexual situations)
Author's Notes: Thanks to hakirby and lyonie17 for their continued beta-ing prowess. Hakirby is entirely responsible for all the added porn and lyonie17 is responsible for turning my modern-day English into Fireflyese. The Chinese translations are up for grabs. I trusted various websites to get those. Kripke owns the Winchesters and Whedon owns both Illyria and Firefly. The lovely icon belongs to lyonie17.
Part 2...
Later that evening, John and Fred made their way to the dining area, pausing in the doorway as the sea of faces turned as one in their direction.
“Mr. Winchester!” Kaylee called out gaily, adding as a subdued afterthought, “…and Mrs. Winchester.” She turned to the rest of the table, explaining, “These here are the folks that signed up for transport on Persephone.”
Mal smirked in John’s general direction. “Came by for payment a bit earlier, but you folks were a might…busy.” Jayne guffawed loosely, shoveling in a forkful of protein as Zoe gazed in open assessment at the newcomers.
“Shush, Cap’n!” Kaylee hissed, throwing a balled up napkin at him. “Manners!”
“Our apologies for being late,” John replied politely, pulling out a chair for Fred before sitting beside her.
“So what does a man like you do for a livin’?” Mal asked, flicking his gaze towards Zoe to see if she noticed what he had - the way the man’s eyes gauged the distance to the exits, how he’d immediately spotted the weapons they all had secreted on their persons, the way his chair was pushed just far enough away from the table so that he could get to his feet without hindrance. With a subtle nod, Zoe agreed with his evaluation, shifting her chair so that her gun was within easy reach.
John noted their understated tension and slouched back harmlessly in his seat, reaching over to grasp Fred’s hand and to play with her fingers, his dominant hand now rendered useless for fighting. Both Mal and Zoe relaxed only slightly as he explained, “Odd jobs. Fred and I like to travel and we find work as needed.”
“Fred?” Jayne snorted derisively, talking with his mouth full.
“Jayne has a girl’s name and you have a boy’s name,” River said, smiling with an odd knowing expression in her eyes. “Maybe you should switch.”
Fred nodded absently, scooping some protein onto her plate as she retrieved her hand from John’s grasp to grab a fork. “Y’all have a large crew for such a small boat.”
Mal nodded, pointing at each figure. “Introduction time - I’m the captain, Malcolm Reynolds. This here is my first mate, Zoe. The red-head you met earlier is my mechanic.” Kalylee waved happily. “The tough guy stuffin’ his face is Jayne. Mr. Prissy over there is our Doc; his name’s Simon. That there’s his sister, River.”
John reached for a plate, but was intercepted by River, who handed him one as she scooted in closer to him. “Can I call you Grampa?” she asked, brown eyes gazing up at him hopefully. “So very old…but not as old as her.” Her eyes swept to Fred, eating quietly beside him.
“River!” Simon admonished, looking uncomfortably at the new passengers. “I’m sorry, she’s not….”
“Perfectly all right, young man,” John said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. He turned a warm smile on River, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he told her, “I’d be proud if you did, nyen ching-duh.”
River rocked back in her chair, tucking her foot beneath her body as she leaned towards him with a laugh. “And you can call me Junebug and give me candy!” John chuckled, a throaty rumble, and Fred covertly glanced at him, her eyes crinkling.
Mal snorted, River’s eccentricities no longer a surprise, leaning back in his seat as he hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “I’ll give you two my usual welcome aboard rules,” he said, nodding at John and Fred. “No walkin’ around the ship unescorted, exceptin’ the mess, and I don’t wanna see anyone naked and cavortin’ outside their rooms. I got enough problems with my own crew, much less passengers.” Kaylee frowned at him, reaching over to pat Simon on the hand as a heavy blush colored his cheeks.
“Why, John,” Fred deadpanned, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “However will you manage?”
“Easy, m’dear,” John replied with a hint of a grin. “I’ll just send you out to fetch what I need like any good wife should.” He gallantly kissed the knuckles of her free hand as the table erupted with laughter, Kaylee and River giggling madly as even the stoic Zoe cracked a smile.
Jayne momentarily paused in spooning food into his mouth, his brow furrowing at the merriment. “What was wrong with that plan?” he asked around a mouthful of protein, looking bewildered. “Sounded mighty fine to me.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I don’t know, sir,” Zoe stated, sitting stiffly in the co-pilot’s chair, her discomfort still evident even after more than a year. “He could be a mercenary.”
“His eyes were calculatin',” Mal agreed, adjusting some coordinates. “And don't tell me you didn't see that.”
Zoe nearly smiled. “At least he counted you before Jayne, sir.”
Mal chuckled, leaning back in the pilot’s chair. “But he didn't picture me first,” he said with a pointed glance at Zoe. “What about the woman?”
“I can't rightly say,” Zoe admitted, “but she's learned his ways.” A legitimate smile swept over her face at that. “Whatever they are, they’re a team.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night, while the crew slept - even Mal, who had dozed off in the pilot’s seat - John and Illyria crept through the ship, sketching runes at what entrance points they could reach. “I miss salt,” John grumbled. “It was so simple.”
“You are a simple man,” Illyria stated with the twitch of a blue-shaded lip.
John frowned and swatted her playfully on the hip before pulling her close and brushing his lips across her cheek. “Very funny for a blueberry.”
“He’s coming,” a lilting voice told them, startling them both as it fell from above. “Cat’s eyes glowing in the flames, smelling of brimstone and…,” she paused before continuing with a hint of confusion, “…soap?” John and Illyria tilted their faces upwards, meeting River’s serious expression as she idly dangled her legs over the edge of the catwalk above the cargo hold. She hissed at them, miming the swipe of claws.
John felt Illyria ready to shift, and he gripped her arm, stilling her. “That’s right, River….”
“Junebug!” she interrupted.
“…Junebug,” John amended, still staring up into River’s steady gaze. “We’re tryin’ to protect you.”
River shook her head, tangled curls flying around her small face. “He‘s coming for us all.”
John sighed, his pained eyes sliding shut. “Yes, he is.”
“Taking Grampa was more injury than the shower curtain!” River said, jerking her chin towards Illyria. “Worse than if I forget to knock in the engine room!” She kicked her feet fretfully, her knuckles whitening as her grip tightened on the banister over her head.
“He would have come anyhow,” Illyria interrupted, blinking up at her.
River glanced down sadly at her lap, her legs stilling. “So much blood and I'll be alone again…,” she turned her head to look squarely at John, “…or put it on my hands. Poor Sam.” She sing-songed, “Sammy slaughtered Dean down dead!”
John gritted his teeth. “It didn’t happen that way! My sons were happy!”
“And tediously normal,” Illyria said with something like disappointment coloring her tone, “without the Demon to concern them.” She sniffed delicately. “I preferred the bloodshed. They were far more entertaining then, before they settled down and spat out mortal spawn.”
“You were such fun at Christmas,” John said dryly, turning towards Illyria with a fond smile. “Telling the grandkids about the real Santa Claus.”
“Should they not be aware he comes down the chimney to eat their innards?” Illyria blinked questioningly. “I felt it necessary to prepare them.”
“I don’t think Sarah or Ava ever forgave you,” John admitted with a grim laugh. “Especially when it became the kids’ favorite Christmas story.”
“They forbade me from telling their children the truth about the Tooth Fairy,” Illyria admitted with a small frown. “They are lucky their children grew up with their heads still attached.”
The faint tread of running feet reverberated along the catwalk, alerting them to Simon’s approach before he burst breathlessly through the door, panting, “River! There you are!” He knelt beside her, noticing John and Fred on the floor below. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” he apologized. “May I walk you to your quarters?” He paused before adding, “The Captain may not take it kindly if he sees you unescorted.”
“Leave Grampa and Gramma alone,” River chastised. “I am alone, but they are not.”
“River!” Simon admonished. “These people are not your grandparents.” He called down to John and Fred, “She gets confused sometimes.”
“It would take too long to say great-great-great-great-great….”
“Goodnight, River,” John called, cutting her off. “You need to get some sleep.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
River came skipping into the engine room, John and Fred trailing behind her. “Kaylee!” River cried excitedly. “I’ve brought our grandparents to visit!”
River stuck her head over a leaking pipe, dangling her body precariously over Kaylee, who was tucked up under the equipment with tools spread on the floor around her. “Grampa likes the moving parts of things.” River’s eyes flicked over to Fred and she whispered dramatically, “Gramma doesn’t like much of anything except Grampa.”
Kaylee glanced up at River’s upside down expression, laughing a little as she wiped a trickle of sweat off her cheek, smears of oil evidence of similar prior movements. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester! I see River’s showin’ ya around Serenity.”
“Call us John and Fred,” John demurred. He squatted down by where Kaylee was working, barely avoiding being kicked in the head by River as she wriggled further over the pipe to hang closer to Kaylee’s hands, keeping watch from above. John ducked under the overhang and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
Kaylee sighed in frustration. “It’s the gorram…,” she blushed, pausing, “um, darned compression coupling on the gravitational adapter. The binding keeps bustin’ on me and the Captain says we can’t buy new parts until next month.”
“Did you try rerouting it through the back-up air line?” John pointed at a nearby set of wires and pipes by her head. “Cools it down before it hits the binding so the pressure of the heated exhaust doesn’t burst through.”
A smile spread over Kaylee’s face as she answered excitedly, “I was thinkin’ of tryin’ that!” She began to unscrew a separate system of wires as she asked, “You a mechanic?”
“Yes, he is,” Fred answered cheerfully from by the door, smiling softly when John glanced her way.
John chuckled, shaking his head. “Sometimes I pay our way workin’ on the ships we frequent. I know a few things about machines.” He grimaced slightly before adding, “Mostly antiques.”
Fred snickered in the background, disguising it as a cough when John turned to toss a playful glare in her direction. “But I manage to keep up where I can.”
Over the intercom came Mal’s flippant tone, announcing, “I’d like to inform our passengers and crew that we’ll be landin’ in a few minutes. However, due to circumstances beyond my control, we’ll be landin’…,” a large bump echoed through the hull of the ship, scattering Kaylee’s tools around their feet. “…now. If you’re comin’ ashore, get ready cause I’m not gonna wait for ya.”
TO BE CONTINUED...