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toxic_cornSeries: Songs From a Firefly
Title: When She Loved Me (9/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All is Joss's except for the kids.
Summary: So the years went by/ I stayed the same/ But she began to drift away
Notes: This song might not be recognizable to many, but it's from Toy Story 2. Shut up. It's the perfect growing up song from the point of view of an outsider. See the lyrics here.
Previous chapters can be found here.
Songs From a Firefly
When She Loved Me
Jamey is 17, Nettie is 13
River was having one of her bad days and had yet to get out of bed. Worriedly, Jayne stayed by her side and stroked her hair, occasionally getting up to re-wet the washcloth for her head.
“There anything else I can do for ya, baby doll?” Jayne asked as he knelt by her side. It just killed him to see her like this, knowing there was no way to make it all better.
His wife smiled, trying to hide her pain. “I just want to get some sleep.”
“Okay.” He nodded.
She stared at him.
He stared back.
“Alone,” she clarified.
“Oh. Oh! Uh, I guess I’ll just…” He didn’t want her to see that she’d hurt his feelings and started to shuffle away. But she grabbed his wrist before he got far.
“Your worry’s too loud,” River said, softly. Apologetically. “It makes sleep difficult.”
Jayne nodded his understanding. “Okay, baby girl. You sleep good.”
“I’ll try.”
He kissed her forehead, then reluctantly climbed the ladder up out of their bunk and shut the door carefully so as not to make too much noise. He stood there staring at the door, worrying. And then worrying that she could hear him worrying.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, little b-” He stopped when he saw Nettie’s hand reaching for the door he’d just shut and grabbed her. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?”
Nettie blinked her big blue eyes at him in surprise. “To talk to Mommy?”
“Well, she’s restin’. You can tell me what’s up.”
Surprisingly, Nettie blushed and shook her head. “No, it needs to be Mommy.”
Irritation and a slight feeling of betrayal made Jayne scowl. Nettie never had a problem with talking to him before. In fact, he’d always been the parent she actively sought out if something was eating at her. Since Miranda, that all had changed. Now she spent hours talking to River, which was nice, but he couldn’t help but feel downgraded.
“Well, sorry that she’s too sick t’ hold yer hand. Looks like I’m all ya got.” He couldn’t believe what a bastard he was being and judging by the look on Nettie’s face, she couldn’t believe it either.
“Fine," she snapped, folding her arms. “I’ll just wait here ‘til she’s done resting.”
Jayne folded his arms, too. “Might be awhile.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Damn it, Nettie!” Jayne exploded. “Why you gotta be so gorramn stubborn? Why dontcha just tell me what’s wrong?!”
Nettie bristled, fisted hands dropping to her sides. “Because it’s none of your business!”
“Don’t you holler at me, Serenity Jane!”
“Then fuck off!”
Stunned, Jayne and Nettie stared at each other, neither of them quite believing what she’d just said. Then Nettie turned and ran, snapping Jayne out of his shock.
“Get back here!” he roared, running after her. “You don’t talk t’ me like that!”
She looked over her shoulder and saw him coming at her so she stepped up her speed, nearly colliding with Lady who jumped out of the way just in time.
“You see that?” Jayne boomed. “You’re a damn menace, girl!”
She dashed into Inara’s shuttle and squaring his jaw, Jayne followed.
~*~
Inara was having some afternoon tea while going through the messages prospective clients had left her, when the pounding sound of booted footsteps caught her attention.
“Nettie!” Inara stared at the girl, taking in her flushed face and eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “What’s wrong?”
Before the girl could respond, Jayne came barreling in and roughly grabbed Nettie by the shoulder.
“The hell’s the matter with you?!” he hissed, giving her a shake.
Pursing her lips, Inara stepped forward. “Did I give you permission to come in here?”
“No, you didn’t,” Jayne said grimly and gave Nettie another shake. “You ‘pologize to ‘Nara right now!”
“I wasn’t talking to Nettie.”
Jayne’s jaw dropped a moment before he recovered himself. “Now look here, ‘Nara, this is my kid and I can-”
“You can do whatever you want on Mal’s ship,” Inara said, firmly. “But you’re in my shuttle, and I say that you leave and Nettie stays.”
For a moment, Jayne looked crushed and gave Nettie a beseeching look. When she refused to look at him, his face closed off and he left without a word.
Inara gestured to the couch once Jayne’s heavy footfalls had faded away. “Why don’t we have a seat and you can tell me what’s on your mind?”
But Nettie stayed standing, staring at the shuttle door. Her features were drawn tight with pain. At first Inara thought it was a result of the fight she had with Jayne, until she noticed the girl rubbing at her lower abdomen.
Surprised flitted across Inara’s face before she quickly controlled it. It shouldn’t be all that surprising; Nettie was thirteen after all. It was about time. “Nettie, would you like some tea? It always helps me when I’m… out of sorts.”
Nettie blinked and faced Inara, as if noticing her for the first time. She smiled half-heartedly. “That’d be nice, thanks.”
Inara bustled about getting another tea cup as Nettie settled onto the cushions, still absently rubbing at her belly.
“So, what are your plans once we’re on Boros?” Inara asked as she poured the tea.
“I haven’t really thought about it,” Nettie admitted. “I’ve been saving up my allowance, maybe me and Nova will see a show.”
“That sounds like fun. Perhaps you’ll meet a nice gentleman your age there.”
Nettie stared down into her tea and shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Inara asked, gently. “Do you think there’s a universal shortage of young men?”
Snorting softly, Nettie picked up her cup to take a sip. “No. There’s a universal shortage of young men interested in me.”
This time, Inara couldn’t hide her surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not like you,” Nettie said, bitterly. “I’m not… I’m not beautiful.”
“That’s not true, Nettie.” Inara frowned. River was lovely and Jayne’s looks weren’t quite as repellant as his personality; between the two of them, they had created a gorgeous child in Nettie. “Did someone say something to you?”
“No,” Nettie said firmly. “I figured it out by myself.”
“And how did you come to this conclusion?”
“I watch boys whenever we’re planet side. They look at Lady and Vee mostly, sometimes at Nova. But they don’t look at me.”
“Maybe you’re watching the wrong ones.” Inara cupped Nettie’s chin in her hand and locked eyes with her. “You are a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate young woman, Serenity Cobb. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks as long as you know that. Do you understand me?”
Nettie nodded slowly. “I think so.”
Inara smiled warmly and ran a hand along one of Nettie’s braids. “Have you ever tried wearing your hair a different way?”
“No.”
“Here, let’s try something.” Inara patted the seat next to her and Nettie scootched over to sit there. Working swiftly and efficiently, Inara unbraided Nettie’s hair and brushed it out until it was silky and gleaming.
“Maybe you can buy some pretty barrettes on Boros,” Inara suggested. “You have wonderful hair, Nettie.”
“Thank you.” Nettie looked around. “Do you have a mirror?”
Inara rose from her seat and found a hand mirror for her that Nettie accepted with a warm smile of thanks.
Nettie stared into the mirror with a critical expression on her face. “Nice,” she finally said. “Too bad I have a flesh bindi.”
“A what?” Inara asked, both amused and confused.
Nettie grinned. “A flesh bindi. It’s what David calls a zit on your forehead.”
“Oh! Well, let’s see…” After rummaging in one of her trunks, Inara found a compact of concealer that was a few shades too light for her skin-tone. She’d bought it on accident not that long ago. She patted the makeup onto the trouble spot then inspected her work. “How’s that?”
“It’s like it was never there! Thanks, Inara.”
Smiling, Inara placed the compact in Nettie’s hand. “Here, you can keep this.”
“Thanks,” Nettie said again and looked at her reflection. “Maybe on Boros, I can shop for some lip gloss, too.”
“Maybe,” Inara agreed.
Nettie set the mirror aside with a sigh. “I’m feeling much better now. You’ve been a big help, ‘Nara.”
“I’m always right here if you need me,” Inara promised.
Nettie smiled. “That’s a relief.” She stood up and made a face. “I better go out there and face him.”
“Try not to be so hard on Jayne,” Inara said, refusing to let her amusement show. “It’s difficult being a parent and watching your child grow away from you.”
“How would you know? You’re not a parent.” The words were delivered with genuine curiosity, taking the bite out of them.
“Aren’t I?” Inara shrugged. “I feel as if I had eight children.”
Understanding bloomed on Nettie’s face. “I think you’re the best second mother in the ‘verse, Inara.”
As the girl turned to leave, she missed seeing Inara’s eyes fill with tears.
~*~
Jamey was just coming out of the mess as Nettie started to go in. He halted her with a hand to her shoulder.
“He was spittin’ fire not that long ago,” Jamey warned her. “Best hide for a spell or three.”
Nettie shook her head. “He’ll just get madder if he’s left to stew.”
“Well, I don’t know what you did to him, but he was livid.” Jamey tilted his head to the side. “How’s your groveling skills?”
“Rusty.”
“Well, polish ‘em up quick, you’ll need ‘em.” Jamey chucked her affectionately under her chin and loped off down the hall.
Daddy was sharpening Binky when she walked in. Yeah, that wasn’t disconcerting or anything.
“Daddy?” Nettie took a hesitant step into the room.
He stiffened but kept right at his work. “I went ‘n fucked off like you said. Whaddya want from me now?”
Tears of shame stung her eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Something in her tone caught his attention and he looked at her. His stony expression shattered when he saw her tears.
“Aw, bit. C’mere.”
She ran to him and cuddled into his outstretched arms. Part of her knew she was too old for this, but the more honest part of her also knew that she’d never be too old for her father’s love.
“I’m sorry I was so mean,” Nettie sniffled, pressing her face into his shoulder.
He shushed her and petted her hair. “It’s not like I didn’t provoke ya. It woulda taken a saint not to get mad.”
“Yeah, but I hurt your feelings!”
Daddy didn’t say anything for a moment. “I think they been hurt for awhile.” Off of Nettie’s stricken look, he quickly added, “It ain’t your fault, it’s just me bein’… well…”
“What?”
Daddy cut a look across the room. “You know. You been talkin’ to yer ma so often that the two of us ain’t hardly-”
“You were jealous?” Nettie asked, incredulously.
“I wasn’t jealous!” Jayne barked. “Why does everybody always think that? Cuz I ain’t!”
Wisely, Nettie held back her giggles. “So, you felt replaced then?”
“Mebbe,” Daddy muttered.
Nettie patted his back. “You haven’t been replaced, Daddy. It’s just that I’m growing up and I need Mommy more and more for things. Like today.” She widened her eyes significantly. “Girl things.”
“Girl things?” Daddy repeated. He looked confused for a minute before comprehension dawned on his face. “Girl things??”
Nettie pressed her lower belly and made an expression of discomfort. “Uh huh.”
“You sure?”
She nodded.
Daddy’s face fell. “But yer so little!”
This time Nettie couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Daddy! I’m not that little anymore. You’re gonna have to get used to it.”
“Don’t hafta get used to nothin’,” he grumbled, looking sulky.
Laughing, Nettie kissed his forehead. “Poor Daddy.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He hugged her tight really quick before letting her go. “Well, go on and tell her, then. She’s prolly expectin’ ya.”
“Okay. Thanks, Daddy.”
On her way out, he called after her, “I like yer hair like that. Makes ya look like yer ma.”
Nettie grinned stupidly the rest of the way to her parents’ bunk.
END
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For a more playful take on the whole "becoming a woman" theme (you know, one that isn't so After School Special-y) check out the Crewkid Fic I wrote, You Can't Stop It. And that puts an end to my shameless pimping. :P
Track Eight < The Soft Goodbye : Track Ten > Send Me A Song
Title: When She Loved Me (9/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All is Joss's except for the kids.
Summary: So the years went by/ I stayed the same/ But she began to drift away
Notes: This song might not be recognizable to many, but it's from Toy Story 2. Shut up. It's the perfect growing up song from the point of view of an outsider. See the lyrics here.
Previous chapters can be found here.
Songs From a Firefly
When She Loved Me
Jamey is 17, Nettie is 13
River was having one of her bad days and had yet to get out of bed. Worriedly, Jayne stayed by her side and stroked her hair, occasionally getting up to re-wet the washcloth for her head.
“There anything else I can do for ya, baby doll?” Jayne asked as he knelt by her side. It just killed him to see her like this, knowing there was no way to make it all better.
His wife smiled, trying to hide her pain. “I just want to get some sleep.”
“Okay.” He nodded.
She stared at him.
He stared back.
“Alone,” she clarified.
“Oh. Oh! Uh, I guess I’ll just…” He didn’t want her to see that she’d hurt his feelings and started to shuffle away. But she grabbed his wrist before he got far.
“Your worry’s too loud,” River said, softly. Apologetically. “It makes sleep difficult.”
Jayne nodded his understanding. “Okay, baby girl. You sleep good.”
“I’ll try.”
He kissed her forehead, then reluctantly climbed the ladder up out of their bunk and shut the door carefully so as not to make too much noise. He stood there staring at the door, worrying. And then worrying that she could hear him worrying.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, little b-” He stopped when he saw Nettie’s hand reaching for the door he’d just shut and grabbed her. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?”
Nettie blinked her big blue eyes at him in surprise. “To talk to Mommy?”
“Well, she’s restin’. You can tell me what’s up.”
Surprisingly, Nettie blushed and shook her head. “No, it needs to be Mommy.”
Irritation and a slight feeling of betrayal made Jayne scowl. Nettie never had a problem with talking to him before. In fact, he’d always been the parent she actively sought out if something was eating at her. Since Miranda, that all had changed. Now she spent hours talking to River, which was nice, but he couldn’t help but feel downgraded.
“Well, sorry that she’s too sick t’ hold yer hand. Looks like I’m all ya got.” He couldn’t believe what a bastard he was being and judging by the look on Nettie’s face, she couldn’t believe it either.
“Fine," she snapped, folding her arms. “I’ll just wait here ‘til she’s done resting.”
Jayne folded his arms, too. “Might be awhile.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Damn it, Nettie!” Jayne exploded. “Why you gotta be so gorramn stubborn? Why dontcha just tell me what’s wrong?!”
Nettie bristled, fisted hands dropping to her sides. “Because it’s none of your business!”
“Don’t you holler at me, Serenity Jane!”
“Then fuck off!”
Stunned, Jayne and Nettie stared at each other, neither of them quite believing what she’d just said. Then Nettie turned and ran, snapping Jayne out of his shock.
“Get back here!” he roared, running after her. “You don’t talk t’ me like that!”
She looked over her shoulder and saw him coming at her so she stepped up her speed, nearly colliding with Lady who jumped out of the way just in time.
“You see that?” Jayne boomed. “You’re a damn menace, girl!”
She dashed into Inara’s shuttle and squaring his jaw, Jayne followed.
Inara was having some afternoon tea while going through the messages prospective clients had left her, when the pounding sound of booted footsteps caught her attention.
“Nettie!” Inara stared at the girl, taking in her flushed face and eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “What’s wrong?”
Before the girl could respond, Jayne came barreling in and roughly grabbed Nettie by the shoulder.
“The hell’s the matter with you?!” he hissed, giving her a shake.
Pursing her lips, Inara stepped forward. “Did I give you permission to come in here?”
“No, you didn’t,” Jayne said grimly and gave Nettie another shake. “You ‘pologize to ‘Nara right now!”
“I wasn’t talking to Nettie.”
Jayne’s jaw dropped a moment before he recovered himself. “Now look here, ‘Nara, this is my kid and I can-”
“You can do whatever you want on Mal’s ship,” Inara said, firmly. “But you’re in my shuttle, and I say that you leave and Nettie stays.”
For a moment, Jayne looked crushed and gave Nettie a beseeching look. When she refused to look at him, his face closed off and he left without a word.
Inara gestured to the couch once Jayne’s heavy footfalls had faded away. “Why don’t we have a seat and you can tell me what’s on your mind?”
But Nettie stayed standing, staring at the shuttle door. Her features were drawn tight with pain. At first Inara thought it was a result of the fight she had with Jayne, until she noticed the girl rubbing at her lower abdomen.
Surprised flitted across Inara’s face before she quickly controlled it. It shouldn’t be all that surprising; Nettie was thirteen after all. It was about time. “Nettie, would you like some tea? It always helps me when I’m… out of sorts.”
Nettie blinked and faced Inara, as if noticing her for the first time. She smiled half-heartedly. “That’d be nice, thanks.”
Inara bustled about getting another tea cup as Nettie settled onto the cushions, still absently rubbing at her belly.
“So, what are your plans once we’re on Boros?” Inara asked as she poured the tea.
“I haven’t really thought about it,” Nettie admitted. “I’ve been saving up my allowance, maybe me and Nova will see a show.”
“That sounds like fun. Perhaps you’ll meet a nice gentleman your age there.”
Nettie stared down into her tea and shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Inara asked, gently. “Do you think there’s a universal shortage of young men?”
Snorting softly, Nettie picked up her cup to take a sip. “No. There’s a universal shortage of young men interested in me.”
This time, Inara couldn’t hide her surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not like you,” Nettie said, bitterly. “I’m not… I’m not beautiful.”
“That’s not true, Nettie.” Inara frowned. River was lovely and Jayne’s looks weren’t quite as repellant as his personality; between the two of them, they had created a gorgeous child in Nettie. “Did someone say something to you?”
“No,” Nettie said firmly. “I figured it out by myself.”
“And how did you come to this conclusion?”
“I watch boys whenever we’re planet side. They look at Lady and Vee mostly, sometimes at Nova. But they don’t look at me.”
“Maybe you’re watching the wrong ones.” Inara cupped Nettie’s chin in her hand and locked eyes with her. “You are a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate young woman, Serenity Cobb. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks as long as you know that. Do you understand me?”
Nettie nodded slowly. “I think so.”
Inara smiled warmly and ran a hand along one of Nettie’s braids. “Have you ever tried wearing your hair a different way?”
“No.”
“Here, let’s try something.” Inara patted the seat next to her and Nettie scootched over to sit there. Working swiftly and efficiently, Inara unbraided Nettie’s hair and brushed it out until it was silky and gleaming.
“Maybe you can buy some pretty barrettes on Boros,” Inara suggested. “You have wonderful hair, Nettie.”
“Thank you.” Nettie looked around. “Do you have a mirror?”
Inara rose from her seat and found a hand mirror for her that Nettie accepted with a warm smile of thanks.
Nettie stared into the mirror with a critical expression on her face. “Nice,” she finally said. “Too bad I have a flesh bindi.”
“A what?” Inara asked, both amused and confused.
Nettie grinned. “A flesh bindi. It’s what David calls a zit on your forehead.”
“Oh! Well, let’s see…” After rummaging in one of her trunks, Inara found a compact of concealer that was a few shades too light for her skin-tone. She’d bought it on accident not that long ago. She patted the makeup onto the trouble spot then inspected her work. “How’s that?”
“It’s like it was never there! Thanks, Inara.”
Smiling, Inara placed the compact in Nettie’s hand. “Here, you can keep this.”
“Thanks,” Nettie said again and looked at her reflection. “Maybe on Boros, I can shop for some lip gloss, too.”
“Maybe,” Inara agreed.
Nettie set the mirror aside with a sigh. “I’m feeling much better now. You’ve been a big help, ‘Nara.”
“I’m always right here if you need me,” Inara promised.
Nettie smiled. “That’s a relief.” She stood up and made a face. “I better go out there and face him.”
“Try not to be so hard on Jayne,” Inara said, refusing to let her amusement show. “It’s difficult being a parent and watching your child grow away from you.”
“How would you know? You’re not a parent.” The words were delivered with genuine curiosity, taking the bite out of them.
“Aren’t I?” Inara shrugged. “I feel as if I had eight children.”
Understanding bloomed on Nettie’s face. “I think you’re the best second mother in the ‘verse, Inara.”
As the girl turned to leave, she missed seeing Inara’s eyes fill with tears.
Jamey was just coming out of the mess as Nettie started to go in. He halted her with a hand to her shoulder.
“He was spittin’ fire not that long ago,” Jamey warned her. “Best hide for a spell or three.”
Nettie shook her head. “He’ll just get madder if he’s left to stew.”
“Well, I don’t know what you did to him, but he was livid.” Jamey tilted his head to the side. “How’s your groveling skills?”
“Rusty.”
“Well, polish ‘em up quick, you’ll need ‘em.” Jamey chucked her affectionately under her chin and loped off down the hall.
Daddy was sharpening Binky when she walked in. Yeah, that wasn’t disconcerting or anything.
“Daddy?” Nettie took a hesitant step into the room.
He stiffened but kept right at his work. “I went ‘n fucked off like you said. Whaddya want from me now?”
Tears of shame stung her eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Something in her tone caught his attention and he looked at her. His stony expression shattered when he saw her tears.
“Aw, bit. C’mere.”
She ran to him and cuddled into his outstretched arms. Part of her knew she was too old for this, but the more honest part of her also knew that she’d never be too old for her father’s love.
“I’m sorry I was so mean,” Nettie sniffled, pressing her face into his shoulder.
He shushed her and petted her hair. “It’s not like I didn’t provoke ya. It woulda taken a saint not to get mad.”
“Yeah, but I hurt your feelings!”
Daddy didn’t say anything for a moment. “I think they been hurt for awhile.” Off of Nettie’s stricken look, he quickly added, “It ain’t your fault, it’s just me bein’… well…”
“What?”
Daddy cut a look across the room. “You know. You been talkin’ to yer ma so often that the two of us ain’t hardly-”
“You were jealous?” Nettie asked, incredulously.
“I wasn’t jealous!” Jayne barked. “Why does everybody always think that? Cuz I ain’t!”
Wisely, Nettie held back her giggles. “So, you felt replaced then?”
“Mebbe,” Daddy muttered.
Nettie patted his back. “You haven’t been replaced, Daddy. It’s just that I’m growing up and I need Mommy more and more for things. Like today.” She widened her eyes significantly. “Girl things.”
“Girl things?” Daddy repeated. He looked confused for a minute before comprehension dawned on his face. “Girl things??”
Nettie pressed her lower belly and made an expression of discomfort. “Uh huh.”
“You sure?”
She nodded.
Daddy’s face fell. “But yer so little!”
This time Nettie couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Daddy! I’m not that little anymore. You’re gonna have to get used to it.”
“Don’t hafta get used to nothin’,” he grumbled, looking sulky.
Laughing, Nettie kissed his forehead. “Poor Daddy.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He hugged her tight really quick before letting her go. “Well, go on and tell her, then. She’s prolly expectin’ ya.”
“Okay. Thanks, Daddy.”
On her way out, he called after her, “I like yer hair like that. Makes ya look like yer ma.”
Nettie grinned stupidly the rest of the way to her parents’ bunk.
END
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For a more playful take on the whole "becoming a woman" theme (you know, one that isn't so After School Special-y) check out the Crewkid Fic I wrote, You Can't Stop It. And that puts an end to my shameless pimping. :P
Track Eight < The Soft Goodbye : Track Ten > Send Me A Song
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Date: 2006-09-04 07:38 pm (UTC)This was so sweet, just how I like it ;D
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Date: 2006-09-04 08:01 pm (UTC)It's confirmed, it was just lust before but now I'm officially in love with Jayne. There something about a bloke who doesn't act like his wife/daughter is contaminated during those times, well it's just a little more icing on the cake. Plus his wistfullness at Nettie growing up was so endearing. XD
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Date: 2006-09-05 06:34 am (UTC)And anyways, I was watching Lifetime tonight and the movie 'Amber's Story', the one about the girl named Amber that got kidnapped and the Amber Alert came about from, was on, and this little girl who plays another kidnapped girl came on and the first thing that popped into my head was, she could be River and Jayne's daughter. There was even one part where she was in a ballet uniform and doing gymnastics. I go on-line and guess what, she's the girl in your banner. Thought you might find that interesting.
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Date: 2006-09-05 06:43 am (UTC)*sigh* Oh, well. They'll probably air it again. I'm glad you liked the fic, thanks for commenting! :)
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Date: 2006-09-06 05:24 am (UTC)I try to keep Jayne as Jayne-ish as I can without making him Ward Cleaver when I write these, so I'm glad this works for you. Thanks for reading. :)
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Date: 2006-09-15 12:58 am (UTC)And then you did your meme about fic and it made me feel like a bad lj friend and fellow shipper and, you know, admirer of yer stuff. (garr. not, like, stuff. Why does everything have to be so dirty-sounding that comes from my brain? See? There it is again: "comes.")
So I decided that I was gonna suck it up and read 'em, cause you've read every dumb thing I wrote and I was pretty sure these couldn't be as dumb as the latest post. (The OVC one? Where I talk to myself about Mennonites? Yeah.)
And after the first one, I was surprised, and after the second I was impressed, and by the third, I decided I really wanted more than 12 of these.
And I will read all the rest that follow and comment on them and cheerfully pimp the whole epic like a squee!ing Tolkein fangirl. Because I love these kids. They're the best OC's I've ever read, (I mean, Kenny doesn't count, clearly) and... you know, this is just good. I get to feel like a little kid and be a little kid all over again. And wonder why Inara ain't Aunt 'Nara and love Nettie's spunk and her daydreamery tendencies and Jayne being the most believable father!Jayne I've ever read, too.
Plus, you made me laugh, snort, and cry. I'm serious. I was still crying from the last one the whole way through this one. And Jayne didn't even freak out about her period, which just made me cry a little harder and now I'm getting all teary again because he was just so damn sweet. I almost wish he were my daddy.
But not as much as I wish he were real and River were real and we could, you know, flip for 'em. *grins*
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Date: 2006-09-15 03:35 am (UTC)I'm grinning like an idiot that you said this makes you feel like a little kid again. Writing these has made me really ponder my own childhood and I've sort of re-written mine but with way more understanding and affectionate parents (particularly a way, way, WAY better dad than I ever had) and a brother and sister who have each other's back while still having sibling moments where they get on each other's nerves or fight. (Oh, and Inara isn't Auntie 'Nara because I thought it would be obnoxious. I never called close family friends Aunt or Uncle so I didn't do that here and I think it works. Makes it more like the kids are friends with Wash and Inara and they aren't "authority figures" to them or anything.)
So I guess you'll be pleased to know that after orientation tomorrow, I'm going to start focusing on the next chapter of this. I don't know if you'll laugh, snort, and cry again but I can try for that reaction, can't I?
This comment seriously made my night. And I just want to let you know that I never thought you were an a-hole or anything for not reading this: We all have our preferences and sometimes we don't want to try something because it's not our bag. I almost didn't read
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Date: 2006-09-16 06:43 pm (UTC)So I'm kind of doing the avoiding thing and working on other important things. Like rec50, mostly.
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Date: 2009-09-30 10:28 pm (UTC)That said my dad was always cool about us girls periods. He knew to hand over the tea and the choc and step very very carefully.
awesome fic. i adore Nettie but thought Nova was also River's kid at the start, she does act very Riverish at times.
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Date: 2009-10-01 05:07 am (UTC)Nova is definitely more Tam than Frye. She spent most of her childhood with Simon so that's my only explanation for that.