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feather_qwill) wrote2007-10-31 01:05 pm
feather_qwill) wrote2007-10-31 01:05 pm
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Garments of Dead Things [G - Jayne, Simon, River - Firefly]
Halloween Fic #1
Title: Garments of Dead Things
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing/Characters: Jayne, Simon, River (mostly gen w/slight Jayne/Simon)
Rating: PG
Words: 162
Notes/Summary: For![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
cheloya. Celebrating arbitrary earth festivals in space.
Crazy’s been wearing a sheet for the last hour and Simon’s chasing her all around the ship. Jayne pretty much just ignores them and cleans his guns.
“Come on, River; stop goofing around - no, get down from there!”
Jayne doesn’t really want to watch, ‘cause then maybe he’ll start laughing and it wouldn’t do to put the Doc in a snit. He could be a right frigid bastard when he were offended-like, an’ then Jayne wouldn’t get any for days.
Still, they make a right odd picture, River bracing herself against the ceiling and wailing with a big grin stuck all over her face.
“I made one for you, too, Simon! I read about it in that historian’s brain. We’re supposed to wear the garments of dead things. Let’s be the ghosts of ourselves.”
Okay. And that was a little of the weird. But at least she weren’t waving a gun around or talking about killing folk with her brain again.
end.
AN: Not exactly what you asked for, but oh well. XD
Title: Garments of Dead Things
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing/Characters: Jayne, Simon, River (mostly gen w/slight Jayne/Simon)
Rating: PG
Words: 162
Notes/Summary: For
cheloya. Celebrating arbitrary earth festivals in space.Crazy’s been wearing a sheet for the last hour and Simon’s chasing her all around the ship. Jayne pretty much just ignores them and cleans his guns.
“Come on, River; stop goofing around - no, get down from there!”
Jayne doesn’t really want to watch, ‘cause then maybe he’ll start laughing and it wouldn’t do to put the Doc in a snit. He could be a right frigid bastard when he were offended-like, an’ then Jayne wouldn’t get any for days.
Still, they make a right odd picture, River bracing herself against the ceiling and wailing with a big grin stuck all over her face.
“I made one for you, too, Simon! I read about it in that historian’s brain. We’re supposed to wear the garments of dead things. Let’s be the ghosts of ourselves.”
Okay. And that was a little of the weird. But at least she weren’t waving a gun around or talking about killing folk with her brain again.
end.
AN: Not exactly what you asked for, but oh well. XD