Fic: I Married a Witch
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Title: I Married a Witch: Part 2
Author: greta_garbo
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/River
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Joss is boss when it comes to Firefly stuff. I Married a Witch belongs to....whoever owns the rights at the moment.
Summary: AU. Jayne rescues River from the fire, and he and Mal take her back to Serenity.
Notes: I really wanted to get this out a good deal sooner, but after watching the Arrested Development finale on Friday, all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry, and that feeling pretty much lasted all weekend. I hope this is somewhat funny. I love AD a lot, and now my mood is just in a funk.
“Gorramit,” Jayne cursed under his breath as he walked his way through the smoke filled hallways. Mal always rallied Jayne into helping with his misguided heroics. Now here he was, roaming the hallways of a burning building, trying to rescue any people who might have been left behind.
He should have just jumped out a window and left Mal behind. But he knew if he did that, Zoe would probably shoot him once he got back to the boat.
Jayne started to think himself lucky. He hadn’t heard any cries for help or anything of the like. And he’d been in there for awhile. Seemed like as good a time as any to leave.
Of course, at that moment, he heard whimpering. Girl whimpering.
“Gorramit,” Jayne cursed again, but this time at himself. He had a weakness for females in distress, and against his better judgment, he found himself searching for the source of the noise.
He worked his way down the hallway as the smoke grew thicker, and the whimpering grew louder.
“Hello?” he called. “Uh….lady?”
At the end of the hallway, the form of a girl was faintly visible.
“Hey, you!” Jayne called to the girl. “This place is burning down, we’ve got to get out of here!”
“Okay,” the voice of the girl sang out.
Jayne walked forward, and River smiled. How lucky she was to just happen upon him like this. She didn’t even have to look for him.
“Are you all right?” Jayne asked as he groped through the smoke.
“Yes…I think so,” River said as she looked over herself. “Ten fingers, ten toes. Yes, I’m all here.”
Jayne made a grab for the girl and found her hand. River started slightly at his touch, and then closed her hand around his. “Have you a mirror?”
“Huh?” Jayne asked.
“I want to see myself,” River whined.
“There’s no time for that, girl. We have to get out of here,” Jayne growled.
River seemed completely oblivious. “Oh, I’m cold!”
“Cold!?” Jayne yelped. “How can you be cold?”
“Well, I have no clothes,” River explained.
No clothes? Jayne paused for a moment, trying to leer through the smoke at the girl. River whined again. “I’m COLD!”
Jayne grunted and took off his coat, shoving it at her. “Here, put this on.”
River inspected the coat as though it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever been handed.
“Put it on,” Jayne said impatiently. River pulled the coat on and buttoned it. “Good, let’s go.”
Jayne grabbed River’s hand and pulled her forward. The smoke was so thick now he could hardly see where he was going. He felt the small girl pulling him toward a room. “This way,” she sang out, pulling him through a door.
The smoke was thinner in the room, but Jayne knew they didn’t have much time. He began work at opening the window, which seemed to be stuck shut. “Son of a…” he muttered.
River floated around the room, enjoying the freedom of the movement she found with her new body. She snuggled into Jayne’s coat, trying to get her scent into it. Looking around the room, she found a mirror. She ran to it, excited to see what she looked like.
She frowned slightly. “Oh, I’m a brunette.” She played with her hair thoughtfully, and then turned to Jayne, who was still struggling with the window. “Would you prefer it if I was a blonde?”
Jayne paused in his struggle to give the girl a baffled look. Something must have hit her in the head, because she was acting awfully strange. The way she smiled at him made him nervous, and he tugged at the window harder. Finally, it gave. He stuck his head through the open window, breathing in the fresh air. He looked back at the girl, who was twirling in front of the mirror. He walked over to her, and she leaned against his chest.
“Hmm,” she purred, happy to find her head landed just against his chest. “Perfect. Just as high as your heart.”
Jayne pushed her away roughly. “You’re off your rocker, girl.”
“River,” she said.
“Huh?”
“My name isn’t girl. It’s River.”
“Whatever,” Jayne said, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the window. He lifted her and pushed her out the window. Then he followed, climbing out.
“I want to cut my hair,” River mused as Jayne lifted her up. “Oh,” she gasped in surprise, then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. “My knight in shining armor.”
Jayne grunted in response, thoroughly uncomfortable.
He looked around until he found Mal. Mal spotted him, and lifted his eyebrows in surprise at the sight before him. Jayne carried the girl over to where Mal was standing and shoved her into his arms.
River whimpered but didn’t protest. “She hit her or something,” Jayne explained to Mal. “She’s talking all kinds of crazy talk.”
Mal looked the girl over and noticed how she beamed at Jayne. Great. The last thing he needed was some moonfaced kid who had some kind of a savior crush on Jayne.
“It’s a wonderful sensation,” River said, wriggling her dangling legs. “Almost as lovely as flying.”
Jayne was right, Mal realized. Poor girl probably had some kind of head trauma. Least they could do was take her back to the ship and check her over.
“Come on,” Mal said, turning toward the docks. “Let’s get this little girl patched up.”
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Mal and Jayne, along with the beaming River, made their way to Serenity. The crew stood outside the ship, waiting.
Kaylee was the first to spot them. “Look! They rescued someone!”
River pouted when they approached the ship and the crew. She tugged on Mal’s shirt. “Give me back to Jayne.”
Mal looked over at Jayne. “Don’t even think about it,” Jayne said menacingly.
Isabelle glared daggers at River, and then at Jayne. “Who is this girl?”
“Jayne decided to play hero,” Mal explained. “Rescued this poor girl from the fire.”
Isabelle glared even harder.
“Girl’s in shock,” Jayne mumbled as he stalked onto the ship. Isabelle followed, jaw clenched. The crew knew Jayne was in for a verbal lashing.
“This girl’s a lot heavier than she looks,” Mal complained. “Can we get her somewhere that isn’t my arms?”
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“Jayne was right,” Zoe said as she walked out of the infirmary. “Girl’s in shock.”
“Is that good news?” Kaylee asked.
“Keep in mind that good news only translates to her getting off my ship soon,” Mal said.
“She’s fine,” Zoe said. “Really just needs to sleep it off.”
“Then we can send her on her merry?” Mal asked.
Zoe nodded.
“Good,” Mal said. “This job is going to be tough enough as it is. Last thing we need is a sad little hanger-on.”
They were silent for a few moments before Kaylee finally asked, “And is there any reason she don’t got no clothes?”
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“And that girl didn’t even have any clothes! What am I supposed to think?” Isabelle screeched as Jayne tried to think of happier things. Vera. The family ranch. Shooting stuff.
“Jayne, are you even listening to me?”
“Her clothes got burned up, Isabelle. I done told you that,” Jayne whined.
“And why should I believe you?”
“I don’t give a good gorram if you believe me or not,” Jayne said as he started up the ladder.
“Where are you going?” Isabelle said as she followed him.
“I’m gonna go see how the poor thing’s doing.”
“Why should you care?” Jayne just ignored her as he headed toward the infirmary.
“She gonna be okay?” Jayne asked Zoe as she started toward the stairs.
“She’s fine. She’s sleeping,” Zoe said, then went up the stairs.
“Well, I’m sure you’re relieved,” Isabelle said.
“Damn it, Isabelle, I told you I never saw her before tonight!” He walked away from her even though he knew it was futile. There was nowhere he could go that she wouldn’t follow. He turned into the galley, only to find Mr. Whitling there, staring at him with a look of disapproval.
Jayne backtracked and headed toward the cargo bay, with Isabelle on his heels.
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River rested in the infirmary and pretended to sleep. She smiled faintly to herself. She had been racking her brain, trying to remember love spells she could use. But then she’d heard the argument Jayne and his shrew fiancée were having and realized that should could probably do it barehanded.
She opened her eyes and peered out the infirmary windows to make sure there was nobody lurking about. She rose slowly from the bed. The heavy coat weighed her down a bit. She frowned. She’d have to get some real clothes.
River leaned out of the infirmary and glanced around, smiling when she found the hall empty. She slowly started up the stairs, knowing they led to the crew quarters. Now, all she had to do was find out which bunk was Jayne’s….
Author: greta_garbo
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/River
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Joss is boss when it comes to Firefly stuff. I Married a Witch belongs to....whoever owns the rights at the moment.
Summary: AU. Jayne rescues River from the fire, and he and Mal take her back to Serenity.
Notes: I really wanted to get this out a good deal sooner, but after watching the Arrested Development finale on Friday, all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry, and that feeling pretty much lasted all weekend. I hope this is somewhat funny. I love AD a lot, and now my mood is just in a funk.
“Gorramit,” Jayne cursed under his breath as he walked his way through the smoke filled hallways. Mal always rallied Jayne into helping with his misguided heroics. Now here he was, roaming the hallways of a burning building, trying to rescue any people who might have been left behind.
He should have just jumped out a window and left Mal behind. But he knew if he did that, Zoe would probably shoot him once he got back to the boat.
Jayne started to think himself lucky. He hadn’t heard any cries for help or anything of the like. And he’d been in there for awhile. Seemed like as good a time as any to leave.
Of course, at that moment, he heard whimpering. Girl whimpering.
“Gorramit,” Jayne cursed again, but this time at himself. He had a weakness for females in distress, and against his better judgment, he found himself searching for the source of the noise.
He worked his way down the hallway as the smoke grew thicker, and the whimpering grew louder.
“Hello?” he called. “Uh….lady?”
At the end of the hallway, the form of a girl was faintly visible.
“Hey, you!” Jayne called to the girl. “This place is burning down, we’ve got to get out of here!”
“Okay,” the voice of the girl sang out.
Jayne walked forward, and River smiled. How lucky she was to just happen upon him like this. She didn’t even have to look for him.
“Are you all right?” Jayne asked as he groped through the smoke.
“Yes…I think so,” River said as she looked over herself. “Ten fingers, ten toes. Yes, I’m all here.”
Jayne made a grab for the girl and found her hand. River started slightly at his touch, and then closed her hand around his. “Have you a mirror?”
“Huh?” Jayne asked.
“I want to see myself,” River whined.
“There’s no time for that, girl. We have to get out of here,” Jayne growled.
River seemed completely oblivious. “Oh, I’m cold!”
“Cold!?” Jayne yelped. “How can you be cold?”
“Well, I have no clothes,” River explained.
No clothes? Jayne paused for a moment, trying to leer through the smoke at the girl. River whined again. “I’m COLD!”
Jayne grunted and took off his coat, shoving it at her. “Here, put this on.”
River inspected the coat as though it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever been handed.
“Put it on,” Jayne said impatiently. River pulled the coat on and buttoned it. “Good, let’s go.”
Jayne grabbed River’s hand and pulled her forward. The smoke was so thick now he could hardly see where he was going. He felt the small girl pulling him toward a room. “This way,” she sang out, pulling him through a door.
The smoke was thinner in the room, but Jayne knew they didn’t have much time. He began work at opening the window, which seemed to be stuck shut. “Son of a…” he muttered.
River floated around the room, enjoying the freedom of the movement she found with her new body. She snuggled into Jayne’s coat, trying to get her scent into it. Looking around the room, she found a mirror. She ran to it, excited to see what she looked like.
She frowned slightly. “Oh, I’m a brunette.” She played with her hair thoughtfully, and then turned to Jayne, who was still struggling with the window. “Would you prefer it if I was a blonde?”
Jayne paused in his struggle to give the girl a baffled look. Something must have hit her in the head, because she was acting awfully strange. The way she smiled at him made him nervous, and he tugged at the window harder. Finally, it gave. He stuck his head through the open window, breathing in the fresh air. He looked back at the girl, who was twirling in front of the mirror. He walked over to her, and she leaned against his chest.
“Hmm,” she purred, happy to find her head landed just against his chest. “Perfect. Just as high as your heart.”
Jayne pushed her away roughly. “You’re off your rocker, girl.”
“River,” she said.
“Huh?”
“My name isn’t girl. It’s River.”
“Whatever,” Jayne said, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the window. He lifted her and pushed her out the window. Then he followed, climbing out.
“I want to cut my hair,” River mused as Jayne lifted her up. “Oh,” she gasped in surprise, then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. “My knight in shining armor.”
Jayne grunted in response, thoroughly uncomfortable.
He looked around until he found Mal. Mal spotted him, and lifted his eyebrows in surprise at the sight before him. Jayne carried the girl over to where Mal was standing and shoved her into his arms.
River whimpered but didn’t protest. “She hit her or something,” Jayne explained to Mal. “She’s talking all kinds of crazy talk.”
Mal looked the girl over and noticed how she beamed at Jayne. Great. The last thing he needed was some moonfaced kid who had some kind of a savior crush on Jayne.
“It’s a wonderful sensation,” River said, wriggling her dangling legs. “Almost as lovely as flying.”
Jayne was right, Mal realized. Poor girl probably had some kind of head trauma. Least they could do was take her back to the ship and check her over.
“Come on,” Mal said, turning toward the docks. “Let’s get this little girl patched up.”
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Mal and Jayne, along with the beaming River, made their way to Serenity. The crew stood outside the ship, waiting.
Kaylee was the first to spot them. “Look! They rescued someone!”
River pouted when they approached the ship and the crew. She tugged on Mal’s shirt. “Give me back to Jayne.”
Mal looked over at Jayne. “Don’t even think about it,” Jayne said menacingly.
Isabelle glared daggers at River, and then at Jayne. “Who is this girl?”
“Jayne decided to play hero,” Mal explained. “Rescued this poor girl from the fire.”
Isabelle glared even harder.
“Girl’s in shock,” Jayne mumbled as he stalked onto the ship. Isabelle followed, jaw clenched. The crew knew Jayne was in for a verbal lashing.
“This girl’s a lot heavier than she looks,” Mal complained. “Can we get her somewhere that isn’t my arms?”
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“Jayne was right,” Zoe said as she walked out of the infirmary. “Girl’s in shock.”
“Is that good news?” Kaylee asked.
“Keep in mind that good news only translates to her getting off my ship soon,” Mal said.
“She’s fine,” Zoe said. “Really just needs to sleep it off.”
“Then we can send her on her merry?” Mal asked.
Zoe nodded.
“Good,” Mal said. “This job is going to be tough enough as it is. Last thing we need is a sad little hanger-on.”
They were silent for a few moments before Kaylee finally asked, “And is there any reason she don’t got no clothes?”
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“And that girl didn’t even have any clothes! What am I supposed to think?” Isabelle screeched as Jayne tried to think of happier things. Vera. The family ranch. Shooting stuff.
“Jayne, are you even listening to me?”
“Her clothes got burned up, Isabelle. I done told you that,” Jayne whined.
“And why should I believe you?”
“I don’t give a good gorram if you believe me or not,” Jayne said as he started up the ladder.
“Where are you going?” Isabelle said as she followed him.
“I’m gonna go see how the poor thing’s doing.”
“Why should you care?” Jayne just ignored her as he headed toward the infirmary.
“She gonna be okay?” Jayne asked Zoe as she started toward the stairs.
“She’s fine. She’s sleeping,” Zoe said, then went up the stairs.
“Well, I’m sure you’re relieved,” Isabelle said.
“Damn it, Isabelle, I told you I never saw her before tonight!” He walked away from her even though he knew it was futile. There was nowhere he could go that she wouldn’t follow. He turned into the galley, only to find Mr. Whitling there, staring at him with a look of disapproval.
Jayne backtracked and headed toward the cargo bay, with Isabelle on his heels.
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River rested in the infirmary and pretended to sleep. She smiled faintly to herself. She had been racking her brain, trying to remember love spells she could use. But then she’d heard the argument Jayne and his shrew fiancée were having and realized that should could probably do it barehanded.
She opened her eyes and peered out the infirmary windows to make sure there was nobody lurking about. She rose slowly from the bed. The heavy coat weighed her down a bit. She frowned. She’d have to get some real clothes.
River leaned out of the infirmary and glanced around, smiling when she found the hall empty. She slowly started up the stairs, knowing they led to the crew quarters. Now, all she had to do was find out which bunk was Jayne’s….
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Date: 2006-02-14 03:48 am (UTC)