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Our Mrs. Cobb by Amber (PG-13)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Jayne/River
Length: 1,361 words
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green_amberjade
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: In this AU, Mal is not the only one who wakes up married after the party on Triumph; poor, hungover Jayne finds himself hitched to the crazy girl. This story is, quite simply, pure fun. The humor is excellent, and a bit cracky in the best way. The characters are still themselves, the dialogue and inner Jayne voice are great, and the idea of River plaguing Jayne this way is wonderfully amusing. This story is the first in a linked set Amber wrote for several episodes of the show; if you want to check out the others, be sure to follow the link at the bottom of the story. The others are also fun, but I think this one is the most tightly written, and therefore the pick of the litter for me.
In fairness to Jayne, it wasn't his fault. The wine was extremely potent and even Mal ended up with a wife.
Except his wasn't the resident crazy girl.
Jayne did what any man in his position would have done after waking up to find a psycho in his bed, cuddled up against his side. First, he got the girlish scream out of his system, and then, he tried to trade up.
“Jayne?” Mal actually looked scared of his employee for once, which was nice, considering how most of the time the crew of Serenity considered Jayne a joke even though he’d killed a large number of people for them and kept threatening to sell them out to the next highest bidder (not that he would, ‘cause he kinda liked them most days, but they didn’t know that).
“Her name’s River Tam an’ she’s crazy,” Jayne paused as he now tried to think of her good points, which proved to be really hard. As he thought, his new wife continued to dangle in front of Mal, the neck of her nightgown held tightly in Jayne’s fist.
“She can knit? Cook? Fabricate fantastic bedtime stories about boy wizards? Brush her hair? Play jacks?” River numbered the items off on her fingers.
Jayne perked up. Perhaps he might keep her after all. “You can do all that?”
“…She can play Jacks,” River offered sheepishly.
Jayne narrowed his eyes. Best to get rid of her as soon as possible.
Our Mrs. Cobb
Pairing: Jayne/River
Length: 1,361 words
Author on LJ:
green_amberjadeAuthor Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: In this AU, Mal is not the only one who wakes up married after the party on Triumph; poor, hungover Jayne finds himself hitched to the crazy girl. This story is, quite simply, pure fun. The humor is excellent, and a bit cracky in the best way. The characters are still themselves, the dialogue and inner Jayne voice are great, and the idea of River plaguing Jayne this way is wonderfully amusing. This story is the first in a linked set Amber wrote for several episodes of the show; if you want to check out the others, be sure to follow the link at the bottom of the story. The others are also fun, but I think this one is the most tightly written, and therefore the pick of the litter for me.
In fairness to Jayne, it wasn't his fault. The wine was extremely potent and even Mal ended up with a wife.
Except his wasn't the resident crazy girl.
Jayne did what any man in his position would have done after waking up to find a psycho in his bed, cuddled up against his side. First, he got the girlish scream out of his system, and then, he tried to trade up.
“Jayne?” Mal actually looked scared of his employee for once, which was nice, considering how most of the time the crew of Serenity considered Jayne a joke even though he’d killed a large number of people for them and kept threatening to sell them out to the next highest bidder (not that he would, ‘cause he kinda liked them most days, but they didn’t know that).
“Her name’s River Tam an’ she’s crazy,” Jayne paused as he now tried to think of her good points, which proved to be really hard. As he thought, his new wife continued to dangle in front of Mal, the neck of her nightgown held tightly in Jayne’s fist.
“She can knit? Cook? Fabricate fantastic bedtime stories about boy wizards? Brush her hair? Play jacks?” River numbered the items off on her fingers.
Jayne perked up. Perhaps he might keep her after all. “You can do all that?”
“…She can play Jacks,” River offered sheepishly.
Jayne narrowed his eyes. Best to get rid of her as soon as possible.
Our Mrs. Cobb