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toxic_corn) wrote2006-03-28 04:20 pm
toxic_corn) wrote2006-03-28 04:20 pm
Firefly Fic: She's a Sticky-Fingered Filcher: Hat and Coat (PG-13)
Series: She's A Sticky-Fingered Filcher
Title: Hat and Coat (1/7)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post Objects In Space
Summary: Mal was not distressed, just very concerned when he didn’t find his coat hanging in his closet.
Disclaimer: All the characters are belong to Joss.
Author's Note: This all came about after listening to the theme song of one of my favorite childhood tv shows, Where In the World is Carmen San Diego, then innocently telling a friend that it reminded me of River. And a fic was born. Thanks to Katsqueaks for the beta job, inspiration, and encouragement.
Serenity was still a few hours away from Persephone so there wasn’t a real reason Mal needed his coat. Kaylee kept his ship at a comfortable enough temperature that the Doc’s sis could run around barefoot so it wasn’t that it was cold. It’s just that the weight of his coat was comforting and he liked the way it swished with every move he made. Some folk might say that his coat was his security blanket. Well, some folk needed to be popped in the mouth.
Mal was not distressed, just very concerned when he didn’t find his coat hanging in his closet. He looked under his bed and all over his bunk in a completely not panicked way.
Think, Malcolm. Where do you know you had it last?
His mother’s reasonable voice made him pause in the middle of tearing up his bedding.
The mess! He and Zoe’d been going over the details of their next drop and he’d been wearing his coat.
Scrambling up the ladder, Mal was nearly to the mess when he heard something. Music. Really weird music.
She’ll take you for a ride on a slow boat to China, tell me where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
“What now?” Mal reluctantly abandoned his search and followed the music to the cargo bay. Where he found River, wearing his coat and a big, red fedora, twirling a giggling Kaylee while his crew looked on as if it were all completely normal.
“Someone mind tellin’ me what’s goin’ on?” Mal asked, not sounding as authoritative as he would’ve liked.
Kaylee beamed at him, mid-spin. “I’n’t this a shiny song, Cap’n? They’re just usin’ their voices! No instruments!”
Zoe, Inara, and Wash started to clap to the beat.
Bewildered, Mal turned to Simon. "Is it possible for that sister of yours to make my crew extra crazy?"
Simon smiled, his gaze never wavering from the dancers. “There’s a distinct possibility.”
“Don’t know what yer all gawpin’ at,” Jayne grumped from his perch at the bottom of the stairs. “Crazy Girl’s always spinnin’ around like a lunatic.”
Zoe raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been here the longest out of all of us, Jayne.”
Off of Mal’s curious look, Jayne started fiddling with one of the many zippers on his pants. “Aw, hell, I’m just waitin’ on them to clear out so’s I can work my weights is all.”
Wash shared a skeptical look with the others and said, “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. It’s not like all of us haven’t figured out your deep dark secret by now.”
“’Cept the Doc,” Mal said. “He don’t know.”
Simon tore his gaze from Kaylee and River. He looked at Jayne’s scowl and everyone else’s amusement. His brow furrowed. “What? What don’t I know?”
“Nothin’.”
“It’s not important.”
“You don’t need to know.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Ain’t nothin’ to know, gorramit!”
The song ended and Kaylee ran to switch off her little radio she left on a crate. She grinned as everyone but Jayne applauded and she bounced over to poke Simon in the chest.
“You shoulda danced with us, silly,” Kaylee teased.
“Oh, I’m afraid River inherited all of the dancing aptitude in our family,” Simon said, looking embarrassed. “All I got was two left feet.”
“And doctorin’ skills,” she gently reminded him.
Simon smiled. “Those too.”
“Hey now, if it’s not too much trouble, could I get my coat back?” Mal called to River, who was still twirling away.
“Mei-mei, give the captain his coat back,” Simon said in his best ‘brother knows best’ voice.
River stopped twirling and walked towards them in her dreamy, graceful fashion. She shrugged the coat off and folded it reverently over her arm.
“He was bored in his seclusion,” River said, running her fingers over a lapel. She sent Mal an accusatory look. “You never take him out dancing.”
Mal held a hand out. “Well, maybe I best leave that to you. But next time, ask first before taking, dong ma?”
River nodded and gave up the coat. “That is fair.”
Mal slid his coat on. He nodded at the big, red fedora still on River’s head. “And uh, where did you find that ridiculous hat?”
Just then, Book came out on the catwalk, a perplexed look on his face. “Excuse me, I hate to accuse anyone, but someone’s been rummaging through my things and-“ He stopped when he saw the others.
River took the hat off and sailed it up to Book as if it were a discus.
“Thank you,” Book murmured and exited hastily.
Mal blinked. “I knew the man had secrets, but I never woulda guessed one of ‘em to be a red fedora.” He patted his pocket affectionately and took a deep breath. “Better get back up to the bridge, Wash. We’ll be dockin’ at Persephone soon and these slightly illegal goods aren’t gonna unload themselves.” He sent a look everyone’s way and they all went scuttling about their jobs.
Following Wash up the stairs, Mal grinned as he felt his coat tails brushing the backs of his legs.
END
: Next > Vera
Title: Hat and Coat (1/7)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post Objects In Space
Summary: Mal was not distressed, just very concerned when he didn’t find his coat hanging in his closet.
Disclaimer: All the characters are belong to Joss.
Author's Note: This all came about after listening to the theme song of one of my favorite childhood tv shows, Where In the World is Carmen San Diego, then innocently telling a friend that it reminded me of River. And a fic was born. Thanks to Katsqueaks for the beta job, inspiration, and encouragement.
Serenity was still a few hours away from Persephone so there wasn’t a real reason Mal needed his coat. Kaylee kept his ship at a comfortable enough temperature that the Doc’s sis could run around barefoot so it wasn’t that it was cold. It’s just that the weight of his coat was comforting and he liked the way it swished with every move he made. Some folk might say that his coat was his security blanket. Well, some folk needed to be popped in the mouth.
Mal was not distressed, just very concerned when he didn’t find his coat hanging in his closet. He looked under his bed and all over his bunk in a completely not panicked way.
Think, Malcolm. Where do you know you had it last?
His mother’s reasonable voice made him pause in the middle of tearing up his bedding.
The mess! He and Zoe’d been going over the details of their next drop and he’d been wearing his coat.
Scrambling up the ladder, Mal was nearly to the mess when he heard something. Music. Really weird music.
She’ll take you for a ride on a slow boat to China, tell me where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
“What now?” Mal reluctantly abandoned his search and followed the music to the cargo bay. Where he found River, wearing his coat and a big, red fedora, twirling a giggling Kaylee while his crew looked on as if it were all completely normal.
“Someone mind tellin’ me what’s goin’ on?” Mal asked, not sounding as authoritative as he would’ve liked.
Kaylee beamed at him, mid-spin. “I’n’t this a shiny song, Cap’n? They’re just usin’ their voices! No instruments!”
Zoe, Inara, and Wash started to clap to the beat.
Bewildered, Mal turned to Simon. "Is it possible for that sister of yours to make my crew extra crazy?"
Simon smiled, his gaze never wavering from the dancers. “There’s a distinct possibility.”
“Don’t know what yer all gawpin’ at,” Jayne grumped from his perch at the bottom of the stairs. “Crazy Girl’s always spinnin’ around like a lunatic.”
Zoe raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been here the longest out of all of us, Jayne.”
Off of Mal’s curious look, Jayne started fiddling with one of the many zippers on his pants. “Aw, hell, I’m just waitin’ on them to clear out so’s I can work my weights is all.”
Wash shared a skeptical look with the others and said, “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. It’s not like all of us haven’t figured out your deep dark secret by now.”
“’Cept the Doc,” Mal said. “He don’t know.”
Simon tore his gaze from Kaylee and River. He looked at Jayne’s scowl and everyone else’s amusement. His brow furrowed. “What? What don’t I know?”
“Nothin’.”
“It’s not important.”
“You don’t need to know.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Ain’t nothin’ to know, gorramit!”
The song ended and Kaylee ran to switch off her little radio she left on a crate. She grinned as everyone but Jayne applauded and she bounced over to poke Simon in the chest.
“You shoulda danced with us, silly,” Kaylee teased.
“Oh, I’m afraid River inherited all of the dancing aptitude in our family,” Simon said, looking embarrassed. “All I got was two left feet.”
“And doctorin’ skills,” she gently reminded him.
Simon smiled. “Those too.”
“Hey now, if it’s not too much trouble, could I get my coat back?” Mal called to River, who was still twirling away.
“Mei-mei, give the captain his coat back,” Simon said in his best ‘brother knows best’ voice.
River stopped twirling and walked towards them in her dreamy, graceful fashion. She shrugged the coat off and folded it reverently over her arm.
“He was bored in his seclusion,” River said, running her fingers over a lapel. She sent Mal an accusatory look. “You never take him out dancing.”
Mal held a hand out. “Well, maybe I best leave that to you. But next time, ask first before taking, dong ma?”
River nodded and gave up the coat. “That is fair.”
Mal slid his coat on. He nodded at the big, red fedora still on River’s head. “And uh, where did you find that ridiculous hat?”
Just then, Book came out on the catwalk, a perplexed look on his face. “Excuse me, I hate to accuse anyone, but someone’s been rummaging through my things and-“ He stopped when he saw the others.
River took the hat off and sailed it up to Book as if it were a discus.
“Thank you,” Book murmured and exited hastily.
Mal blinked. “I knew the man had secrets, but I never woulda guessed one of ‘em to be a red fedora.” He patted his pocket affectionately and took a deep breath. “Better get back up to the bridge, Wash. We’ll be dockin’ at Persephone soon and these slightly illegal goods aren’t gonna unload themselves.” He sent a look everyone’s way and they all went scuttling about their jobs.
Following Wash up the stairs, Mal grinned as he felt his coat tails brushing the backs of his legs.
END
: Next > Vera
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... okay that was awful. sorry.
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Loved it!
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Simon tore his gaze from Kaylee and River. He looked at Jayne’s scowl and everyone else’s amusement. His brow furrowed. “What? What don’t I know?”
“Nothin’.”
“It’s not important.”
“You don’t need to know.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Ain’t nothin’ to know, gorramit!”
Might be wrong a few, but gorramit! I think I know! HEE! Love it!
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And why am I picturing that red fedora as looking like a pimp hat? *g*
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*blinks* Wow, it kind of is on the pimpy side.
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Mal, it's conspiracy against the captain! You'd better investigate -- think Book will lend you his fedora?
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Thank you for the kind words.
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ROFL!
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Rockapella
Ah . . . good memories!
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