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agent_rouka Firefly meets Jeeves and Wooster:
"There." Mal stopped winding through the stalls and gestured with his chin. "That's gotta be our guy."
Inara cocked her head. "Are you sure?"
"Inara, you ever seen anyone, anywhere, stick out of a crowd more?"
She examined the man exclaiming excitedly in the middle of the muttering crowd, with bowler hat, walking stick and even a clean handkerchief poking out the breast pocket of his pressed suit.
She sighed. "I suppose not."
Mal nodded, only slightly smugly. “All right, so now you go do some distracting, and I’ll see if I can’t do what needs doing.”
They both stepped forward.
A tall man, from seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly slid out in front of them, blocking their chosen path. “I think not, sir.” He nodded at Inara, “Madam.”
Mal’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what your problem is, sir, but my wife and I-“ He swung an arm around Inara’s shoulders. She elbowed him in the ribs. “-were just, oof, going to look at those charming vases over that-a-way.”
“Indeed, sir.” The tall man didn’t seem to be moving, “and while I hate to question the validity of your statement, I could not help but notice you eyeing my employer in what one might call a… predatory manner.”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Mal was now trying out his most charming smile, and Inara was trying very hard not to roll her eyes. “We’ve just had us some big misunderstanding. No we were looking beyond your employer there,” he nodded at the gentleman, now talking animatedly to a small man in a dirty apron, “in a, uh, predatory manner.”
“Hmm.” The tall man nodded. “And yet, I did not actually mention under whose employ I was.”
“Oh.” Mal blinked, caught, and Inara realized there was nothing else for it. She stepped forward.
“It’s the way the locals conduct business around here.” She explained, ignoring Mal’s gestures at her to stop. “They’re nervous, so they pick a mark, someone who’s obvious, and slip the merchandise into their pocket. Then we come and… relieve them of it. No one gets hurt.”
The tall man raised an eye. “And if a wallet also goes missing in the transaction, well then…”
Mal tried his best to look affronted. “I would never!-“
“-Shut up, Mal.” Inara sighed. “It’s true, people will take what they can. It’s the way of the world around here, unfortunately. I can only offer my assurance that we would never have hurt your employer. Now,” she squared her shoulders, “You would be well within your rights to call the authorities on us. I couldn’t really blame you.” Mal was spluttering behind her. “But please, you’ve stopped us, and if you let us go on our way, I promise you won’t see either of us again.”
The tall man stood still, seemingly considering. Inara stepped back to Mal’s side and held her breath.
“This wouldn’t be what you were wishing to acquire?” The man asked finally, “I had noticed a rather unsavoury character dispose of it in my employer’s coat pocket earlier.” And he pulled out the C-17 Nav stabilizer; hanging from a chain and glittering like the biggest payday they would have had in months.
Mal gulped, “Yep. That’s it,” and even Inara quickly calculated the amount of food it would have bought.
“Well, seeing as I have no real use for it…” The tall man held it towards them.
“You’re serious?” Inara asked, surprised, even as Mal quickly stuffed it in his pocket. The tall man nodded, and a small smile briefly appeared on his face. “Your honesty, madam, makes a refreshing change in these parts of our travels.”
Mal grinned. “Don’t know what I’d do with out her.”
“I say, Jeeves!” All three turned, not having noticed the man in the bowler hat turn up behind them. “Are these more of the locals?” He leaned on his cane, “Fascinating people. You know that man just offered to buy my liver??”
The tall man’s face was a mask of neutrality. “Indeed, sir?”
“Yes, and at the price he was saying I was jolly well tempted to give it to him!” The man seemed to notice Inara then, and grinned, goggle-eyed. “Whatto!”
“Er…” Unsure of how to respond, Inara settled on fixing him with her brightest smile. “Hello.”
This time Mal elbowed her in the ribs.
“Well, we should really be getting off.” Mal was inching away, clearly desperate for the whole affair to be over, and Inara had a sudden wicked idea.
“Oh, I don’t know, we still have a few hours. Perhaps we could show these two around a little?”
“Splendid!” The man offered Inara his arm and she took it, shooting Mal a triumphant look over her shoulder as they walked away.
Mal stood, mouth gaping. The tall man smirked. “Quite the lady, is she, sir?” And he fell into step a few feet behind them. Mal sighed, “she is that,” and followed after.
---
Forxtinethepirate Dean/Number Six; Power Struggle:
The question actually made Dean stop mid-sentence, which was only partly due to the fact that it was asked by about eight miles of leg topped by a blonde bombshell.
“Uhh…” The inarticulation gurgled up from somewhere inside him. He was suddenly very glad Sam was nowhere to be found.
“I said,” she swung one more step towards him. “Are you alive?”
“Yeah, I heard you.” Dean gulped, “I just… I’m not sure.”
That made her stop. Her eyes, if they hadn’t been fixed with intense interest on him already, certainly were now.
“Not sure?”
Her voice was warmer, more caring than he’d ever expect from someone like her. He knew; he was sure this was some kind of trick, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself answering.
“I’ve got an expiration date.”
Her head tilted to the side. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Yeah well,” Dean looked at the floor, trying not to focus too much on the red dress, and what wasn’t covered by it. “Mine’s coming up a bit sooner than everyone else’s.” She was walking towards him again. “And I’ve traded my life for someone, had mine traded for, almost been killed more times than I can –“
“- That,” her voice rang softly in his ear, “Sounds like living to me.”
Her lips pressed against his, and while any other time he would have responded with enthusiasm, he remained frozen. She pulled away, eyes ghosting over the shotgun hanging forgotten from his fingers.
She smiled, sweetly, but Dean finally recognized something of the hunter in her. His hands tightened. “You –“
“Shh…” Fingertips trailed softly across his lips. “Not yet.”
---
Forninamazing Robin/Marian; Raspberries:
Robin pushed the mushroom over with his toe and sighed. “Poison,” he muttered.
Marian didn’t say anything, but the tightness around her jaw was just as expressive.
“Look, I’m sorry!” Robin threw his hands in the air. “I know that was our last grain-bag, but what was I supposed to do, Marian? That family was desperate.”
Marian stared at him. “And what does that make us now?”
Robin shook his head, defeated, and the look on Marian’s face softened. She moved closer. “I’m not angry, Robin. Of course we had to help them.” Her hands brushed his. “I’m just…” Her mouth twitched ruefully, “…hungry.”
“Right.” Robin smiled and tugged her into step with him. “So we just find enough food to get us through the next couple days, and then we raid the Sheriff’s granary. Easy as pie.”
Marian’s stomach rumbled and she groaned. “Don’t say pie, Robin.”
The light was breaking through the trees ahead of them, and they followed it into a little clearing. Both stopped and blinked in surprise. “Are those…”
“They’re raspberries.” Robin whooped excitedly and pointed towards the clusters of small red fruit.
“But it’s too late for them.” Marian shook her head. “There should be a frost any day now.”
Robin scanned their surroundings. “Direct sunlight during the hottest part of the day, trees on all side to protect from the worst wind.” He shrugged. “Suppose they’re just lucky.”
Marian crossed her arms. “I’m surprised they haven’t been picked clean.”
“Yeah well,” Robin grinned, “Not many people come this deep into Sherwood anymore. Tales of nasty outlaws.”
Marian rolled her eyes, but he could tell she was happier now, and he bent towards her to steal a kiss before she could protest. Reaching around, he picked a handful of raspberries and threw them in his mouth.
“Robin!”
He looked at her.
“Wha?”
Marian poked him in the chest. “We have to get these back to camp, to share with the gang. You can’t eat them all here.”
“Marian,” he gestured towards the plants, “we could fill a bushel and still not pick them all.” He picked another and held it towards her. “C’mon, Marian,” his tone wheedled, “just a few.”
She reached out to take it, and Robin could swear her eyes actually fluttered as her lips closed around the fruit. He gulped.
“That is –“ Marian was saying, “quite, quite good.” She swallowed and reached for another, fingers and lips already tainted red from the first.
“You know the gang won’t be expecting us for a few more hours.” Robin pulled her deeper into the bushes. “And I’m sure they’ve had just as much luck as we have.”
“Really?” Marian’s eyebrows were raised sceptically, but there was a smile lurking there somewhere. “And just what did you have in mind?”
“Just…” Robin shrugged, “Eating some raspberries.”
“Hmm,” Marian nodded, “Well, I am very hungry.”
She grinned at him. He grinned back.
“That’s what I thought.”
---
Forgoldy_dollar Ten II/Rose; Heights:
”No, that's not it... that's too kind. It's not the urge to jump, it's deeper than that. It's the urge to fall!”
***
“Doctor, come on!” Rose raced further around the observation deck, trying to keep the escaping Gaske in view. She glanced back over her shoulder, expecting to see the Doctor in close step behind her. He wasn’t.
“Doctor?” Rose turned fully around.
“Rose.” He was standing still, hands gripping the railing, staring down at the 60 or so storeys below them. “I. Can’t. Move.”
“Huh?” Rose blinked. “Do you glue yourself or something?”
“No.” The Doctor’s voice was tense. “I can’t move, I can’t move because of the…” he gulped, “height.”
“The height.” Rose echoed, completely bemused.
“Yes, the height!” He spat out. “It must be Donna – the Donna in me. Our first few adventures she always seemed to end up hanging for dear life from some height and now – my, my heart’s pounding somewhere in my throat,” he gestured with one hand, seemed to immediately regret it, and clung once more to the railing, “my eyes are swimming and I can’t move--”
“Okay, okay,” Rose stepped towards him, hands outstretched, “You’ll be okay, Doctor. Just, don’t look down anymore. Look at me, yeah? Only at me.”
The Doctor blinked, slowly, and then his eyes met hers. “I’m not afraid of heights, Rose. I know I’m not.”
“I know,” Rose spoke soothingly and reached her hand out to wrap around his tightened knuckles. “It’s… it’s just a human thing, an instinct. We’ve all got it. You’re just new to it, is all. The fear of falling.”
“Or the urge to.” He whispered, seemingly to himself.
“So, you just got to take my hand,” Rose tugged his into hers, and he let her. “Close your eyes and take a big breath.”
Clutching her hand like a new lifeline, the Doctor’s eyes fluttered shut. He took one great shuddering breath and was still.
“Doctor?” Rose squeezed his fingers. “That better?”
His eyes suddenly popped open. He glanced down, looked back at her, and grinned.
“You’re a miracle worker, you are.”
“Nah.” Rose beamed. “I’m just your local how-to-be human expert.”
“Mmm hmm.” The Doctor nodded approvingly and stepped forward jauntily, hand still twined around hers. “Maybe you could write me a manual. Filled with all the new things I’ve got to look out for.”
Rose stuck her tongue out playfully. “Not enough paper in the world.”
---
I hope you enjoy them!
General Disclaimer: It all belongs to someone else.
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agent_rouka Firefly meets Jeeves and Wooster: "There." Mal stopped winding through the stalls and gestured with his chin. "That's gotta be our guy."
Inara cocked her head. "Are you sure?"
"Inara, you ever seen anyone, anywhere, stick out of a crowd more?"
She examined the man exclaiming excitedly in the middle of the muttering crowd, with bowler hat, walking stick and even a clean handkerchief poking out the breast pocket of his pressed suit.
She sighed. "I suppose not."
Mal nodded, only slightly smugly. “All right, so now you go do some distracting, and I’ll see if I can’t do what needs doing.”
They both stepped forward.
A tall man, from seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly slid out in front of them, blocking their chosen path. “I think not, sir.” He nodded at Inara, “Madam.”
Mal’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what your problem is, sir, but my wife and I-“ He swung an arm around Inara’s shoulders. She elbowed him in the ribs. “-were just, oof, going to look at those charming vases over that-a-way.”
“Indeed, sir.” The tall man didn’t seem to be moving, “and while I hate to question the validity of your statement, I could not help but notice you eyeing my employer in what one might call a… predatory manner.”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Mal was now trying out his most charming smile, and Inara was trying very hard not to roll her eyes. “We’ve just had us some big misunderstanding. No we were looking beyond your employer there,” he nodded at the gentleman, now talking animatedly to a small man in a dirty apron, “in a, uh, predatory manner.”
“Hmm.” The tall man nodded. “And yet, I did not actually mention under whose employ I was.”
“Oh.” Mal blinked, caught, and Inara realized there was nothing else for it. She stepped forward.
“It’s the way the locals conduct business around here.” She explained, ignoring Mal’s gestures at her to stop. “They’re nervous, so they pick a mark, someone who’s obvious, and slip the merchandise into their pocket. Then we come and… relieve them of it. No one gets hurt.”
The tall man raised an eye. “And if a wallet also goes missing in the transaction, well then…”
Mal tried his best to look affronted. “I would never!-“
“-Shut up, Mal.” Inara sighed. “It’s true, people will take what they can. It’s the way of the world around here, unfortunately. I can only offer my assurance that we would never have hurt your employer. Now,” she squared her shoulders, “You would be well within your rights to call the authorities on us. I couldn’t really blame you.” Mal was spluttering behind her. “But please, you’ve stopped us, and if you let us go on our way, I promise you won’t see either of us again.”
The tall man stood still, seemingly considering. Inara stepped back to Mal’s side and held her breath.
“This wouldn’t be what you were wishing to acquire?” The man asked finally, “I had noticed a rather unsavoury character dispose of it in my employer’s coat pocket earlier.” And he pulled out the C-17 Nav stabilizer; hanging from a chain and glittering like the biggest payday they would have had in months.
Mal gulped, “Yep. That’s it,” and even Inara quickly calculated the amount of food it would have bought.
“Well, seeing as I have no real use for it…” The tall man held it towards them.
“You’re serious?” Inara asked, surprised, even as Mal quickly stuffed it in his pocket. The tall man nodded, and a small smile briefly appeared on his face. “Your honesty, madam, makes a refreshing change in these parts of our travels.”
Mal grinned. “Don’t know what I’d do with out her.”
“I say, Jeeves!” All three turned, not having noticed the man in the bowler hat turn up behind them. “Are these more of the locals?” He leaned on his cane, “Fascinating people. You know that man just offered to buy my liver??”
The tall man’s face was a mask of neutrality. “Indeed, sir?”
“Yes, and at the price he was saying I was jolly well tempted to give it to him!” The man seemed to notice Inara then, and grinned, goggle-eyed. “Whatto!”
“Er…” Unsure of how to respond, Inara settled on fixing him with her brightest smile. “Hello.”
This time Mal elbowed her in the ribs.
“Well, we should really be getting off.” Mal was inching away, clearly desperate for the whole affair to be over, and Inara had a sudden wicked idea.
“Oh, I don’t know, we still have a few hours. Perhaps we could show these two around a little?”
“Splendid!” The man offered Inara his arm and she took it, shooting Mal a triumphant look over her shoulder as they walked away.
Mal stood, mouth gaping. The tall man smirked. “Quite the lady, is she, sir?” And he fell into step a few feet behind them. Mal sighed, “she is that,” and followed after.
---
For
xtinethepirate Dean/Number Six; Power Struggle: The question actually made Dean stop mid-sentence, which was only partly due to the fact that it was asked by about eight miles of leg topped by a blonde bombshell.
“Uhh…” The inarticulation gurgled up from somewhere inside him. He was suddenly very glad Sam was nowhere to be found.
“I said,” she swung one more step towards him. “Are you alive?”
“Yeah, I heard you.” Dean gulped, “I just… I’m not sure.”
That made her stop. Her eyes, if they hadn’t been fixed with intense interest on him already, certainly were now.
“Not sure?”
Her voice was warmer, more caring than he’d ever expect from someone like her. He knew; he was sure this was some kind of trick, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself answering.
“I’ve got an expiration date.”
Her head tilted to the side. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Yeah well,” Dean looked at the floor, trying not to focus too much on the red dress, and what wasn’t covered by it. “Mine’s coming up a bit sooner than everyone else’s.” She was walking towards him again. “And I’ve traded my life for someone, had mine traded for, almost been killed more times than I can –“
“- That,” her voice rang softly in his ear, “Sounds like living to me.”
Her lips pressed against his, and while any other time he would have responded with enthusiasm, he remained frozen. She pulled away, eyes ghosting over the shotgun hanging forgotten from his fingers.
She smiled, sweetly, but Dean finally recognized something of the hunter in her. His hands tightened. “You –“
“Shh…” Fingertips trailed softly across his lips. “Not yet.”
---
For
ninamazing Robin/Marian; Raspberries: Robin pushed the mushroom over with his toe and sighed. “Poison,” he muttered.
Marian didn’t say anything, but the tightness around her jaw was just as expressive.
“Look, I’m sorry!” Robin threw his hands in the air. “I know that was our last grain-bag, but what was I supposed to do, Marian? That family was desperate.”
Marian stared at him. “And what does that make us now?”
Robin shook his head, defeated, and the look on Marian’s face softened. She moved closer. “I’m not angry, Robin. Of course we had to help them.” Her hands brushed his. “I’m just…” Her mouth twitched ruefully, “…hungry.”
“Right.” Robin smiled and tugged her into step with him. “So we just find enough food to get us through the next couple days, and then we raid the Sheriff’s granary. Easy as pie.”
Marian’s stomach rumbled and she groaned. “Don’t say pie, Robin.”
The light was breaking through the trees ahead of them, and they followed it into a little clearing. Both stopped and blinked in surprise. “Are those…”
“They’re raspberries.” Robin whooped excitedly and pointed towards the clusters of small red fruit.
“But it’s too late for them.” Marian shook her head. “There should be a frost any day now.”
Robin scanned their surroundings. “Direct sunlight during the hottest part of the day, trees on all side to protect from the worst wind.” He shrugged. “Suppose they’re just lucky.”
Marian crossed her arms. “I’m surprised they haven’t been picked clean.”
“Yeah well,” Robin grinned, “Not many people come this deep into Sherwood anymore. Tales of nasty outlaws.”
Marian rolled her eyes, but he could tell she was happier now, and he bent towards her to steal a kiss before she could protest. Reaching around, he picked a handful of raspberries and threw them in his mouth.
“Robin!”
He looked at her.
“Wha?”
Marian poked him in the chest. “We have to get these back to camp, to share with the gang. You can’t eat them all here.”
“Marian,” he gestured towards the plants, “we could fill a bushel and still not pick them all.” He picked another and held it towards her. “C’mon, Marian,” his tone wheedled, “just a few.”
She reached out to take it, and Robin could swear her eyes actually fluttered as her lips closed around the fruit. He gulped.
“That is –“ Marian was saying, “quite, quite good.” She swallowed and reached for another, fingers and lips already tainted red from the first.
“You know the gang won’t be expecting us for a few more hours.” Robin pulled her deeper into the bushes. “And I’m sure they’ve had just as much luck as we have.”
“Really?” Marian’s eyebrows were raised sceptically, but there was a smile lurking there somewhere. “And just what did you have in mind?”
“Just…” Robin shrugged, “Eating some raspberries.”
“Hmm,” Marian nodded, “Well, I am very hungry.”
She grinned at him. He grinned back.
“That’s what I thought.”
---
For
goldy_dollar Ten II/Rose; Heights: ”No, that's not it... that's too kind. It's not the urge to jump, it's deeper than that. It's the urge to fall!”
***
“Doctor, come on!” Rose raced further around the observation deck, trying to keep the escaping Gaske in view. She glanced back over her shoulder, expecting to see the Doctor in close step behind her. He wasn’t.
“Doctor?” Rose turned fully around.
“Rose.” He was standing still, hands gripping the railing, staring down at the 60 or so storeys below them. “I. Can’t. Move.”
“Huh?” Rose blinked. “Do you glue yourself or something?”
“No.” The Doctor’s voice was tense. “I can’t move, I can’t move because of the…” he gulped, “height.”
“The height.” Rose echoed, completely bemused.
“Yes, the height!” He spat out. “It must be Donna – the Donna in me. Our first few adventures she always seemed to end up hanging for dear life from some height and now – my, my heart’s pounding somewhere in my throat,” he gestured with one hand, seemed to immediately regret it, and clung once more to the railing, “my eyes are swimming and I can’t move--”
“Okay, okay,” Rose stepped towards him, hands outstretched, “You’ll be okay, Doctor. Just, don’t look down anymore. Look at me, yeah? Only at me.”
The Doctor blinked, slowly, and then his eyes met hers. “I’m not afraid of heights, Rose. I know I’m not.”
“I know,” Rose spoke soothingly and reached her hand out to wrap around his tightened knuckles. “It’s… it’s just a human thing, an instinct. We’ve all got it. You’re just new to it, is all. The fear of falling.”
“Or the urge to.” He whispered, seemingly to himself.
“So, you just got to take my hand,” Rose tugged his into hers, and he let her. “Close your eyes and take a big breath.”
Clutching her hand like a new lifeline, the Doctor’s eyes fluttered shut. He took one great shuddering breath and was still.
“Doctor?” Rose squeezed his fingers. “That better?”
His eyes suddenly popped open. He glanced down, looked back at her, and grinned.
“You’re a miracle worker, you are.”
“Nah.” Rose beamed. “I’m just your local how-to-be human expert.”
“Mmm hmm.” The Doctor nodded approvingly and stepped forward jauntily, hand still twined around hers. “Maybe you could write me a manual. Filled with all the new things I’ve got to look out for.”
Rose stuck her tongue out playfully. “Not enough paper in the world.”
---
I hope you enjoy them!