Prototype - Ch. 5
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firefly_fanficTitle: Prototype - Ch. 5
Disclaimer: Belongs to somebody not me. Blah blah bah, yackety schmackety
Cast: entire crew plus OC
Timeline: set between end of series and movie, after Book and Inara have left
Rating: PG to PG-13
AN: This whispered in my ear after seeing the third X-Men movie. Not a cross-over as such, but it was certainly inspired by. My first attempt at a really LONG multi-part fic, so this may or may not actually get anywhere, depending on if I have the patience to see it through.
Previous chapters here.
Simon stared, slowly absorbing the information. "You mean that River's not the only one?"
Jes smiled ironically. "Can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs. Osirus. Let's just say it took several dozen broken eggs to get to your little sister."
"Ain't much of an improvement, you ask me," Jayne muttered.
Wash surreptitiously kicked him in the shin.
Mal looked at Jes with a sour expression. "So you, what, decided to kidnap her to share a few laughs for old times' sake?"
"I think, Captain, this had best be continued in what laughingly passes for my office."
They followed her back out of the infirmary and across the compound to a small tent mainly taken up with a desk, two chairs and a cot shoved along the back wall. Stacks of paper were everywhere.
Jes carelessly shoved several piles of paper off the chairs. "Sorry about the mess. I've allegedly got a bunk around here somewhere, but I never quite seem to make it back there."
She sat down behind the desk, pulled a bottle of sake out of the bottom drawer along with several shot glasses and propped her feet up. "She found me. Stowed away on my mule."
River nodded. "Could hear her inside my head. Knew she was like me. My big sister."
Mal remained unconvinced. "Prove it."
Jes shrugged nonchalantly. "It's showtime!"
Suddenly, the shot glass sitting in front of Mal began to quiver slightly and then hover about three inches off the battered desk. The entire crew stared, except for River, who just giggled.
After a minute or two, the glass gently lowered back down. Jes opened her eyes.
"Now, Captain, do you want to hear the sordid and tragic tale of how your little bird came to be?"
Disclaimer: Belongs to somebody not me. Blah blah bah, yackety schmackety
Cast: entire crew plus OC
Timeline: set between end of series and movie, after Book and Inara have left
Rating: PG to PG-13
AN: This whispered in my ear after seeing the third X-Men movie. Not a cross-over as such, but it was certainly inspired by. My first attempt at a really LONG multi-part fic, so this may or may not actually get anywhere, depending on if I have the patience to see it through.
Previous chapters here.
Simon stared, slowly absorbing the information. "You mean that River's not the only one?"
Jes smiled ironically. "Can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs. Osirus. Let's just say it took several dozen broken eggs to get to your little sister."
"Ain't much of an improvement, you ask me," Jayne muttered.
Wash surreptitiously kicked him in the shin.
Mal looked at Jes with a sour expression. "So you, what, decided to kidnap her to share a few laughs for old times' sake?"
"I think, Captain, this had best be continued in what laughingly passes for my office."
They followed her back out of the infirmary and across the compound to a small tent mainly taken up with a desk, two chairs and a cot shoved along the back wall. Stacks of paper were everywhere.
Jes carelessly shoved several piles of paper off the chairs. "Sorry about the mess. I've allegedly got a bunk around here somewhere, but I never quite seem to make it back there."
She sat down behind the desk, pulled a bottle of sake out of the bottom drawer along with several shot glasses and propped her feet up. "She found me. Stowed away on my mule."
River nodded. "Could hear her inside my head. Knew she was like me. My big sister."
Mal remained unconvinced. "Prove it."
Jes shrugged nonchalantly. "It's showtime!"
Suddenly, the shot glass sitting in front of Mal began to quiver slightly and then hover about three inches off the battered desk. The entire crew stared, except for River, who just giggled.
After a minute or two, the glass gently lowered back down. Jes opened her eyes.
"Now, Captain, do you want to hear the sordid and tragic tale of how your little bird came to be?"