Friday, May 13, 2005

A short piece of mild humour celebrating Friday the 13th...


Malcolm Reynolds sat peacefully in the mess hall drinking a mug of tea. They were en route to Trident, the third border moon they had visited in so many weeks. Wash had plotted a nice, easy course out of the way of Alliance patrols – the way Mal liked it. Suddenly the ship began to vibrate. Mal let out a yell as he spilled hot tea onto his trousers. Mal enjoyed the longer, quieter routes, but they always had a way of turning nasty on him. “Kaylee?!” he yelled. There was no response. Mal let out a frustrated sigh and exited the room. A look of concern crossed his face as he approached the engine room door. Kaylee had been out of the Captain’s sight for a while. He wondered if there really was a genius mechanic on board. Mal carefully opened the door and stepped onto the other side. “Cap’n, no, wait!” came a voice. Mal’s eyes lingered to the several metres of water now creeping above his combat boots. “What happened?!” he gasped. Kaylee stood on a nearby ledge, sulking. She watched as cold water sprayed from a pipeline above. “I’m sorry Cap’n. I accidentally hit the main water line while trying to-.” she began. “It don’t matter.” Mal interrupted. “Long as you can get it fixed.” Mal ran a hand across his face. They were supposed to be setting down on Trident within the hour, Badger had a new batch of cargo waiting for them. Based on previous experience, the little man with roots in the community didn’t like it when they were late. Mal frowned. “You can fix it?” Kaylee looked worriedly at Mal. Her eyes glinted with concern. She couldn’t look her Captain in the eyes. Her attention shifted to the figure looming in the corridor behind. It was Zoe. “What’s going on? “ Zoe asked, as she stepped forward. Mal turned to face his second mate. “Looks like we’re dead in the water - no pun intended.” “Oh.” Zoe replied, spotting the flooded engine room floor. “It’s Friday the thirteenth.” Kaylee noted. “It’s superstition.” Mal replied. “Don’t mean a thing.” Kaylee’s eyes widened. “Sure it does.” she retorted ” You shouldn’t take it so lightly. How do you explain the exploding pipe?” Zoe leaned in close to Mal. “She does have a point Sir.” she muttered. Mal snorted. He was never one for superstition. He certainly wasn’t going to let it stop him taking on the job Badger gave him. “Uh, Cap’n?” Kaylee said pointing in Mal’s direction. “Not now Kaylee. We need to figure out a way to get ourselves movin’.” Mal replied. Kaylee looked worriedly at the pipe above Mal’s head. “But Cap’n!” Suddenly the pipe gave way and a shower of water erupted from the ceiling. In the background, Zoe stifled her amusement as Mal now stood soaking wet, with a disgruntled look on his face. “She did warn you.” Zoe chuckled. "So much for superstition Cap'n." Kaylee muttered. Mal smiled sarcastically and flicked the excess water dripping off his sleeves. He peered down at his drenched trousers and sighed. The young mechanic had a point. It was the worst day ever…

The End…


Friday, May 13, 2005 9:11 AM


Clever, Cos! That was funny stuff!

Hey, I was born on Friday the 13th. Mind you, it was in December, but still...

- Soul

Friday, May 13, 2005 9:57 AM


Very cute!

Friday, May 13, 2005 10:48 AM


Nice shout out to the blessed day.

Friday, May 13, 2005 11:10 AM


Had to chuckle, just wished it was longer! Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Thursday, May 19, 2005 2:31 AM


liked it. shiny

Thursday, September 8, 2005 8:01 AM



Thursday, May 18, 2006 7:43 AM


Nice story, a change from everything else I have read from you.

Sunday, May 21, 2006 9:18 AM


yay for mal being all wet (mmm... dreamy mental images creeping slowly into my brain)


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