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Series: Girl Anachronism
Title: Chapter Twelve (12/12)
Author: toxic_corn
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, except for a certain stowaway.
Summary: A mysterious stowaway on Serenity may bring Jayne and River together.
Warning: Takes place after the BDM but has some AU elements to it so if that's not your cup of tea, it'd be best to skip this one.
Notes: I previewed this in my journal back in February and now I'm ready to share it with the public. And here we are at the end.
Catch up on earlier chapters at the round-up post
Chapter Twelve
River walked down the aisle, clutching her bouquet of flowers as everyone turned to stare at her. Unused to the attention, she ducked her head but peeked up through her lashes at Jayne, who smiled at her. He looked so handsome dressed up in his best; she’d long since done away with the striped shirt he wore when he visited brothels. Now he stood at the altar dressed in the sky-blue button up shirt and clean slacks they’d argued over at a border-world mercantile before he’d finally given in.
They’d both come such a long way…
Once River reached her place, the organ music started in earnest and everyone stood to get a glimpse of the bride, beaming as her father walked her to the altar.
“Kaylee looks so beautiful,” River murmured to Simon.
“Yes, she does,” her brother said, looking stunned.
“You did pretty good there, Doc,” Jayne agreed and winked over at River, who bit her lip to hold back a giggle.
The ceremony was short and sweet, giving time for River to have a nice, long stare at Jayne. She didn’t think they were ready for marriage themselves quite yet, but it was promising how he wasn’t looking panicked; just calm as a summer’s day as he watched his surrogate little sister get married.
No one would object to their union, not even her brother. Judging by how Simon had made Jayne his best man at his own wedding.
Someday, River told herself as Jayne caught her gaze and smiled warmly at her. Maybe even someday soon…
~*~
Men at a long conference table flipped pages in the little blue notebooks placed in front of them. The man at the front of the table, wearing glasses and a frown, took a sip of water and cleared his throat.
“Next order of business: Agent 42. The board moves to discontinue the creation of the chemical?” He peered down the table at a nervous little man with a comb-over. “Is that correct?”
“Yes, Mr. Chairman,” Comb-over said. “One hundred test subjects were administered the drug in a controlled experiment. However, only forty of those hundred returned. The returnees reported constant drowsiness during their trip and were unable to accomplish their simple objectives. The continued production of Agent 42 would be ill-advised and would not help support the best interest of the Alliance.”
The chairman sighed. “All right then. Anyone second the motion?”
A chubby man raised his hand.
“Vote?”
A chorus of ayes was met with a tired nod. “All opposed?”
Silence.
“All right, then. Next order of business: The new taxes on marijuana…”
~*~
As time went on, Nettie’s time away from home started to seem more and more unreal. No matter how often she insisted she’d been in another world, no one would believe her, not even when Simon tested her for the chemical and found traces of something, but not what. As soon as he said the words “possible hallucinogenic,” everyone was convinced it’d been a dream.
Nettie tried to tell herself it had been. How strange to think she could visit a world in which her parents weren’t married and she herself didn’t exist! She told herself the fiction that when she was eight years old, she’d disappeared for a month, drugged and kidnapped by an unknown entity, then set free to stumble home.
She told herself this every day. And then one day she believed it.
But she still never played tag on the docks ever again.
THE END
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Thanks for reading, you guys! I know this story was a lot different from my other ones, especially in that I wasn't as frequent of an updater this time around. I guess I'm starting to lose a little interest in writing Rayne. I still have a few ideas here and there but I think it'll be awhile before I write anything else. I probably shouldn't have said that; anytime I make a definitive statement, I always prove myself wrong. We'll see. If I do write anything, it'll probably be a sequel to one of my existing stories and I do have a Raynekid bunny I've been holding onto for awhile that should get written. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that there'll be more stuff just not any time soon. Again, thanks for reading, it's been fun playing in this 'verse. :)
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< Chapter Eleven :
Title: Chapter Twelve (12/12)
Author: toxic_corn
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, except for a certain stowaway.
Summary: A mysterious stowaway on Serenity may bring Jayne and River together.
Warning: Takes place after the BDM but has some AU elements to it so if that's not your cup of tea, it'd be best to skip this one.
Notes: I previewed this in my journal back in February and now I'm ready to share it with the public. And here we are at the end.
Catch up on earlier chapters at the round-up post
River walked down the aisle, clutching her bouquet of flowers as everyone turned to stare at her. Unused to the attention, she ducked her head but peeked up through her lashes at Jayne, who smiled at her. He looked so handsome dressed up in his best; she’d long since done away with the striped shirt he wore when he visited brothels. Now he stood at the altar dressed in the sky-blue button up shirt and clean slacks they’d argued over at a border-world mercantile before he’d finally given in.
They’d both come such a long way…
Once River reached her place, the organ music started in earnest and everyone stood to get a glimpse of the bride, beaming as her father walked her to the altar.
“Kaylee looks so beautiful,” River murmured to Simon.
“Yes, she does,” her brother said, looking stunned.
“You did pretty good there, Doc,” Jayne agreed and winked over at River, who bit her lip to hold back a giggle.
The ceremony was short and sweet, giving time for River to have a nice, long stare at Jayne. She didn’t think they were ready for marriage themselves quite yet, but it was promising how he wasn’t looking panicked; just calm as a summer’s day as he watched his surrogate little sister get married.
No one would object to their union, not even her brother. Judging by how Simon had made Jayne his best man at his own wedding.
Someday, River told herself as Jayne caught her gaze and smiled warmly at her. Maybe even someday soon…
Men at a long conference table flipped pages in the little blue notebooks placed in front of them. The man at the front of the table, wearing glasses and a frown, took a sip of water and cleared his throat.
“Next order of business: Agent 42. The board moves to discontinue the creation of the chemical?” He peered down the table at a nervous little man with a comb-over. “Is that correct?”
“Yes, Mr. Chairman,” Comb-over said. “One hundred test subjects were administered the drug in a controlled experiment. However, only forty of those hundred returned. The returnees reported constant drowsiness during their trip and were unable to accomplish their simple objectives. The continued production of Agent 42 would be ill-advised and would not help support the best interest of the Alliance.”
The chairman sighed. “All right then. Anyone second the motion?”
A chubby man raised his hand.
“Vote?”
A chorus of ayes was met with a tired nod. “All opposed?”
Silence.
“All right, then. Next order of business: The new taxes on marijuana…”
As time went on, Nettie’s time away from home started to seem more and more unreal. No matter how often she insisted she’d been in another world, no one would believe her, not even when Simon tested her for the chemical and found traces of something, but not what. As soon as he said the words “possible hallucinogenic,” everyone was convinced it’d been a dream.
Nettie tried to tell herself it had been. How strange to think she could visit a world in which her parents weren’t married and she herself didn’t exist! She told herself the fiction that when she was eight years old, she’d disappeared for a month, drugged and kidnapped by an unknown entity, then set free to stumble home.
She told herself this every day. And then one day she believed it.
But she still never played tag on the docks ever again.
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Thanks for reading, you guys! I know this story was a lot different from my other ones, especially in that I wasn't as frequent of an updater this time around. I guess I'm starting to lose a little interest in writing Rayne. I still have a few ideas here and there but I think it'll be awhile before I write anything else. I probably shouldn't have said that; anytime I make a definitive statement, I always prove myself wrong. We'll see. If I do write anything, it'll probably be a sequel to one of my existing stories and I do have a Raynekid bunny I've been holding onto for awhile that should get written. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that there'll be more stuff just not any time soon. Again, thanks for reading, it's been fun playing in this 'verse. :)
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Date: 2007-07-31 12:14 am (UTC)I tend to stick with Tamora Pierce fanfic, but even then my pairings change frequently. I seem to be stuck on Evin/Miri at the moment, whereas not so long ago it was Kel/Dom. *Sigh*
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Date: 2007-07-31 01:11 am (UTC)ANNNND NOW'S THE TIME IN TOXIC'S LJ WHEN WE DAHNCE!
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Date: 2007-07-31 01:22 am (UTC)/0/ \0\ /0/ YAYZ \0\ /0/ \0\
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Date: 2007-07-31 07:11 am (UTC)And I say 'thank you!' for the beautiful story you have shared with us :)
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Date: 2007-07-31 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 04:15 am (UTC)And so long as you keep writing, I'll enjoy reading it, even if it's not Rayne. :-)
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Date: 2007-07-31 04:37 am (UTC)Basically, this was a "tie up loose-ends that'll bug me later" chapter. I kept in mind reader comments from earlier and tried to attend to everything. There was a Kaylee/Simon element I hinted at and wanted to follow up, put to rest any concerns that the chemical was spreading and would be a problem, and the question if Nettie was still flickering between realities.
So, I'm sorry that you're disappointed. *shrug* Don't know what else to tell you. Thanks for letting me know what you thought, though.
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Date: 2007-07-31 04:54 am (UTC)I suppose now I understand people who didn't like the epilogue to Deathly Hallows
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Date: 2007-07-31 05:59 am (UTC)That reminds me - I need to scrape up some mojo and
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Date: 2007-07-31 10:05 pm (UTC)Now, if anyone had thought to take PICTURES in the other world, maybe they'd believe the poor kid...
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Date: 2007-07-31 09:23 pm (UTC)Oh, and I liked the ending, too! Laughed at 'taxes on marijuana', if we had that in the States maybe the gov't wouldn't always be in financial trouble ...
Oh, who am I kidding. They'd find a way no matter what the income.
I digress. Sorry!
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Date: 2007-07-31 10:08 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-08-01 02:36 am (UTC)Just one teeny comment (or concrit). For this part:
"Once River reached her place, the organ music started in earnest and everyone stood to get a glimpse of the bride, beaming as he walked her to the altar."
The "he" who walked Kaylee to the altar isn't clear. I'm guessing it's Mal, or it could also be her pa. Just thought I'd mention it. Hope that was okay.
Thanks for another wonderfully captivating story.
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