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stellawind) wrote2006-03-10 12:15 am
stellawind) wrote2006-03-10 12:15 am
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Firefly Drabble
Little thing I found poking around on my computer, looking for my outline of ch. 38 of WotM. I think I wrote a little after Christmas. Not very exciting.
Title: Regularity
Fandom: Firefly
Author: Stella Wind
Rating: G
Spoilers: Serenity, the movie
Summary: Mal observing River for a moment
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Firefly, nor am I making a profit from this.
Title: Regularity
Fandom: Firefly
Author: Stella Wind
Rating: G
Spoilers: Serenity, the movie
Summary: Mal observing River for a moment
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Firefly, nor am I making a profit from this.
"The stars will guide us to the killer." The dinosaur, a brontosaurs was moved over the console with one brief pass.
"How can that be possible?" Another dinosaur, a tyrannosaurs, was reared up and down a few times.
"Because I now know it was you." And with that the predatory plastic dinosaur's still mouth was mashed against the head of the other.
Mal wondered why River was playing with Wash's old dinosaurs. Was it just something about piloting the Firefly that made them insane, and labial to start playing with the nearest things at hand?
"No." River said without looking, her hands sweeping the palm trees and the figures to one side. "It's regularity."
He shook his head, not for the first time feeling that the sheer fact that he made sense of the jumbled words, causing him to wonder if he should be checking with the doc for medication himself. He merely raised an eyebrow before sitting at the other console on the bridge on Serenity. Lacing his hands behind his head, he leaned back before looking at his young copilot.
"You ready for the job?"
River, looked up, her hands pausing for a bare second from the task of sweeping the paraphernalia of the console, and made a face at him.
"Righty then, I'm gonna be taking that as a yes."
"How can that be possible?" Another dinosaur, a tyrannosaurs, was reared up and down a few times.
"Because I now know it was you." And with that the predatory plastic dinosaur's still mouth was mashed against the head of the other.
Mal wondered why River was playing with Wash's old dinosaurs. Was it just something about piloting the Firefly that made them insane, and labial to start playing with the nearest things at hand?
"No." River said without looking, her hands sweeping the palm trees and the figures to one side. "It's regularity."
He shook his head, not for the first time feeling that the sheer fact that he made sense of the jumbled words, causing him to wonder if he should be checking with the doc for medication himself. He merely raised an eyebrow before sitting at the other console on the bridge on Serenity. Lacing his hands behind his head, he leaned back before looking at his young copilot.
"You ready for the job?"
River, looked up, her hands pausing for a bare second from the task of sweeping the paraphernalia of the console, and made a face at him.
"Righty then, I'm gonna be taking that as a yes."