BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - HUMOR

HOMESPUN

Yes, Jayne, at a Parade
Thursday, June 19, 2008

Oh dear, a silly little crackpiece "Based on Actual Events" that anjulie is forcing me to post as a birthday present to her. Pokers and nudgers, I am looking to post the end of Down the Rabbit Hole in the first week of July. Really.


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2992    RATING: 10    SERIES: FIREFLY

Mal was trying his best to hump it up the ramp and to his quarters without being noticed, but Zoe bellowing "honey, we're home" as she trailed behind him shot those plans to hell. Lil' Kaylee was in the cargo bay and, taking one look at him, tore back to the infirmary shouting the doc's name. "Captain." Shepherd Book was using that concerned, Shepherdy voice as he came at him from the weight bench, on line to intercept him before he reached the stairs. "Is there something wrong? Have you been injured?" " Tain't nothin'." Mal sidestepped Book before the preacher could lay hands on him, or pull away the fingers he was holding over his nose and left eye. "What happened?" Oh great, now gorram Simon was there, with that purposeful I'm in medical charge attitude, trying to get a look. "Nothing," Mal snapped, jerking his elbow closer to his body. "Might be you need to take a look, Doc." Mal shot Zoe his best one-eyed glare. "No, he doesn't," he ground out, heading again for the steps. "Seriously." Zoe was all poker face. "Might have damaged your eye, Sir. You should get it checked." "Eye?" Simon went on alert like a bird dog on point. "Is there bleeding?" He addressed this to Zoe, as if Mal couldn't answer on his own. "No," Mal answered coldly, spinning back around to face the doc. "There is no bleeding. Just need a little ice is all." "If you've possibly injured your eye you should really let me look." "I agree with the doctor, Captain," Book intoned, blocking access to the stairway. "Someone poke an eye out?" Jayne's voice was excited as he descended the stairs from the foredeck. "What is it with you two when you get off the ship?" asked Wash, right behind him. "Zoe, you ok?" "I'm fine, husband. The captain has got himself a little injury." "Who did he insult this time?" "Wash, that ain't fair. Cap'n don't always get hit on accoun' a his startin' a fight." "Not always, only mostly," snorted Jayne. "Would you please let me look?" Simon asked again. "I really must insist---" "Bi zui!" The yell made his nose smart. "Fine, here, look!" Mal removed his hand from his eye for a flash, then covered it again. "I'll get that ice." Kaylee disappeared into the infirmary. "Nice shiner," Wash whistled. "What happened?" "As I said before the crowd gathered, nothing. Got hit. Has happened a time or two before. If you got nothing better to think on, got some tanks could use a scraping." "Someone's touchy," Wash commented in a stage whisper. "Must've lost." "I ain't touch - ow!" Mal slapped Simon's hand away from his nose. "You mind, Doc? That hurt. I ain't touchy and no one lost." "Why's the captain touchy, lambytoes?" "Can't say for sure, dear. I expect it's just because his face is sore where he got hit." "Which brings us back to what hit him. The bridge of your nose took a good wallop, but it wasn't from a fist." Simon took the ice Kaylee offered and handed it to Mal, who resignedly placed it against his nose. "Does it matter?" Mal had a headache and it wasn't entirely due to his injury. "We only want to know so we can go forth and vanquish those who have harmed our captain!" "I think you're pushing it, dear." "I think she's damn right." "Besides, there's not exactly a way to retaliate." "Zoe..." It was gorram hard to look threatening with ice over half your face. "Well what happened? Cause the more the Cap'n don't talk, the more interestin' the story gets." "He is being quite the man of mystery." "You'd know, Preacher." Man's infernally smug smile was worse'n all of Zoe's insinuations together. "Was it a rock?" Simon asked, lifting the ice for another look. "Yes, a rock," Mal seized on the doc's explanation. "Lucky it didn't break the skin." " ' cause it was only made to break your teeth." "Wait - You was eatin' rocks?" "Celebratory confections." Mal groaned. This was all he needed, lil' reader tellin' all. "Bestowed upon spectators of the village parade. At 60 miles per hour." She twirled around Mal and looked up into his face. "Thought your reflexes were better." "I wasn't lookin' !" Mal pulled the bag of ice off his face and stomped up the stairs. "Weren't expecting to be near-blinded by twelve-year-olds whippin' ---missiles --- at unsuspectin' folk." "Surprise," River intoned, all seriousness in that creepy way of hers. "Brung us all down here on account of you got hit in the face with candy? At a parade? " Jayne called after him. "Gorram, Mal, be a man, why don't ya." The merc paused, as if waiting for Mal's reaction. "Did ya at least pick it up? Ya bring any back for the rest a us?" In answer, several chunks of rock candy hurtled down from the catwalk. "Ow! Gorram!" "Ow! Honey, he hit me." Seconds later a bag of ice followed the same route and slammed to the bay floor. "Yes dear." Zoe lifted the bag and handed it to Wash. "He did."

COMMENTS

Thursday, June 19, 2008 7:09 AM

SPACEANJL


I think the bit where Jayne then tries to take the candy away from River is going to be...interesting. ;)

Thursday, June 19, 2008 7:11 AM

PHYRELIGHT


LOL!

Mmmm! Rock candy. If it weren't such a one-way ticket to that *other* special hell--the dentist!

Thursday, June 19, 2008 7:35 AM

WYTCHCROFT


damn you're good!

Thursday, June 19, 2008 9:11 AM

MAL4PREZ


ROFL! That totally took me back to the lovely OMR opening with the *let's all gather and mock the captain* thing, but it's even funnier when he's got a shiner. Touchy captain indeed!

Thanks for the laughs, Homespun!

Thursday, June 19, 2008 9:54 AM

ANJULIE


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*Claps* I loved it all over again!

Thank you. For birthdays nothing is more wonderful than words strung together to make a fantastic story.

Did I mention I love the ending??

Thursday, June 19, 2008 3:12 PM

KATESFRIEND


You say so much with so few words and perfect word choices. This was wonderfully funny and your Wash was a riot. It felt like I stepped into a time machine set to 2002.

Loved how Zoe wouldn't cover for him and everybody had to get a word in. But I think my favorite phrase was describing Simon as a bird dog on point.
Why don't you write more? Like daily?

Thursday, June 19, 2008 3:28 PM

HOMESPUN


sakdjslfjsld, Katesfriend, I had to comment.
>Why don't you write more? Like daily?<
That is a lovely thought and I appreciate it, but remember me? The woman who has taken 2 years + to write a single story? Mostly I write if/when the muse strikes and the words are forming with ease and I have time. This was written for a friend who thought it was funny that I got hit with candy at a parade. (And yes, it hurt!)
But I'll tell you what... because your comment is so very nice, give me a prompt. (You know, that you think I could write.) And it can't be for the end of DTRH.
~ Homespun

Friday, June 20, 2008 4:31 AM

NEWOLDBROWNCOAT


That's our Mal, all right. Only thing missing was Inara. She'd have had something interesting to say, I'm sure.

Sunday, January 25, 2009 1:35 PM

NEWOLDBROWNCOAT


just found this again. I see I had good things to say about it back then.
KatesFriend is right- the word choices are perfect- in the long dialog parts, you can tell who is speaking just by word choice and tone. Doesn't need any Jayne said, Wash said...


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