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crack_van2008-03-12 09:38 am
invisibleshrew.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2008-03-12 09:38 am
Happy Ruttin’ Valentine’s Day by Slipstream (PG)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: crew, gen
Length: about 3000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slipstream_chan
Why this must be read:
Because laughter is good for the soul. The one where Jayne is a god. No, really! This has the airy freedom of the best crack, where once the initial wildly improbable premise is hurdled, the story unfolds neatly within the confines of the characters and logic of the 'verse.
Jayne closed his eyes and breathed deeply, willing the anger to go away or at least stay quiet for a while. He’d amuse himself later with smackin’ the doctor some with the dull shaft of the arrow. He’d probably jump near a mile. He wondered if he could get away with scratchin’ him with it, just a little.
He opened his eyes and turned to address Mal’s question. “Last guy who questioned my aim with this thing was Apollo. He thought he was some high-class shit, wasting a whole quiver of arrows on one dumb beast. But I showed him. Nailed him good from a hundred an’ fifty yards up a slope at dawn in the mist, made him fall in love with this chick I’d done shot with a lead arrow earlier.” It was a good memory, chased the last of his anger away, made him smile for real.
“Well that’s just great,” said Mal, smacking him on the back in a manly, captainly fashion to show that he was still the one in charge. “Just so long as you don’t nail me with one of them things.”
Jayne rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. I done shot you once already.”
Mal blinked at him in confusion. “…What?”
“Done shot you once. No need to do it again. ‘D be redundant.”
Happy Ruttin' Valentine's Day
Pairing: crew, gen
Length: about 3000 words
Author on LJ:
slipstream_chanWhy this must be read:
Because laughter is good for the soul. The one where Jayne is a god. No, really! This has the airy freedom of the best crack, where once the initial wildly improbable premise is hurdled, the story unfolds neatly within the confines of the characters and logic of the 'verse.
Jayne closed his eyes and breathed deeply, willing the anger to go away or at least stay quiet for a while. He’d amuse himself later with smackin’ the doctor some with the dull shaft of the arrow. He’d probably jump near a mile. He wondered if he could get away with scratchin’ him with it, just a little.
He opened his eyes and turned to address Mal’s question. “Last guy who questioned my aim with this thing was Apollo. He thought he was some high-class shit, wasting a whole quiver of arrows on one dumb beast. But I showed him. Nailed him good from a hundred an’ fifty yards up a slope at dawn in the mist, made him fall in love with this chick I’d done shot with a lead arrow earlier.” It was a good memory, chased the last of his anger away, made him smile for real.
“Well that’s just great,” said Mal, smacking him on the back in a manly, captainly fashion to show that he was still the one in charge. “Just so long as you don’t nail me with one of them things.”
Jayne rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. I done shot you once already.”
Mal blinked at him in confusion. “…What?”
“Done shot you once. No need to do it again. ‘D be redundant.”
Happy Ruttin' Valentine's Day