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Day 30: Not On My Boat!
Title: Not On My Boat!
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Firefly/SGA
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 30
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iambickilometer. I am blame the holidays. Sorry and enjoy.
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“Well, I’ll be a qing wa cao de liu mang! Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing or have I turned as addlepated as you?”
River regarded him with dark solemn eyes. “You aren’t seeing what you think you’re seeing.”
Mal frowned. “Are you lyin’ to me, girl?”
“It is not equivalent, what you perceive to be reality and what is reality,” she clarified.
“So am I or am I not seeing a weird little man, with a glowin’ box, speakin’ gobble-de-gook on my gorram boat?”
The man whom Mal had his gun trained on had been fiddling with spectacles and speaking a language Mal’d never had the providence to’ve heard.
“I assure you, sir, I am here, wherever here is. Forgive me for appearing unannounced, it was not my intention and Rodney will never let me forget this--”
“That’s all very well and good, but it doesn’t explain how you got on my boat, in the middle of the black, two weeks in on our way to Persephone!” Mal interrupted.
The man frowned, looked around him with a keen eye. “Boat? This is a spaceship, is it not?”
“It is not a marine vessel,” River agreed. “Firefly: Class Code 03-K64. Midbook Transport. Standard radio and accelerator core. She‘s beautiful.”
“I’m sure she is,” the man agreed sincerely. “But I must return to my own beauteous lady before I am missed.”
Mal felt more than a little superfluous, especially considering that he was holding a weapon. “Perhaps your name? And an explanation before you try and do whatever luh suh you’re planning. Considerin’ it’s my ship and all, it’s only polite.”
The man was twitchy, not something that endeared him to Mal, but then again, Wash could be a mite twitchy too.
“Apologies. I am Dr. Radek Zelenka. I arrived here through--well, it is a very complicated explanation--”
“He walked through a door in space. Jumped from there to here, skipped across galaxies,” River murmured with a pleased hum.
“Or not,” Radek ended dryly.
“I am going to pretend I didn’t understand the crazy talk,” Mal concluded after a moment. “I’m closing my eyes and when I open them, at the count of five, there should be no odd little men on my gorram boat. Dong ma?”
“Thank you for not shooting me,” said the man who didn’t exist because if he did then Mal might go absolutely fong luh
Mal opened his eyes after counting to ten and saw only River, wearing a secretive smile.
“We’ll not speak of this ever again, dong ma?”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Firefly/SGA
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 30
Author’s Notes: For
iambickilometer. I am blame the holidays. Sorry and enjoy.---------
“Well, I’ll be a qing wa cao de liu mang! Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing or have I turned as addlepated as you?”
River regarded him with dark solemn eyes. “You aren’t seeing what you think you’re seeing.”
Mal frowned. “Are you lyin’ to me, girl?”
“It is not equivalent, what you perceive to be reality and what is reality,” she clarified.
“So am I or am I not seeing a weird little man, with a glowin’ box, speakin’ gobble-de-gook on my gorram boat?”
The man whom Mal had his gun trained on had been fiddling with spectacles and speaking a language Mal’d never had the providence to’ve heard.
“I assure you, sir, I am here, wherever here is. Forgive me for appearing unannounced, it was not my intention and Rodney will never let me forget this--”
“That’s all very well and good, but it doesn’t explain how you got on my boat, in the middle of the black, two weeks in on our way to Persephone!” Mal interrupted.
The man frowned, looked around him with a keen eye. “Boat? This is a spaceship, is it not?”
“It is not a marine vessel,” River agreed. “Firefly: Class Code 03-K64. Midbook Transport. Standard radio and accelerator core. She‘s beautiful.”
“I’m sure she is,” the man agreed sincerely. “But I must return to my own beauteous lady before I am missed.”
Mal felt more than a little superfluous, especially considering that he was holding a weapon. “Perhaps your name? And an explanation before you try and do whatever luh suh you’re planning. Considerin’ it’s my ship and all, it’s only polite.”
The man was twitchy, not something that endeared him to Mal, but then again, Wash could be a mite twitchy too.
“Apologies. I am Dr. Radek Zelenka. I arrived here through--well, it is a very complicated explanation--”
“He walked through a door in space. Jumped from there to here, skipped across galaxies,” River murmured with a pleased hum.
“Or not,” Radek ended dryly.
“I am going to pretend I didn’t understand the crazy talk,” Mal concluded after a moment. “I’m closing my eyes and when I open them, at the count of five, there should be no odd little men on my gorram boat. Dong ma?”
“Thank you for not shooting me,” said the man who didn’t exist because if he did then Mal might go absolutely fong luh
Mal opened his eyes after counting to ten and saw only River, wearing a secretive smile.
“We’ll not speak of this ever again, dong ma?”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
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It's always a nice thing to hear.
Well, I've read a Firefly crew on Atlantis fic and the team on the Firefly would just get into crazy hijinks and never shut up...and Radek always needs love. So, win-win.
You're welcome!
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MM
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And yes, Rodney would have gotten himself into trouble in a snap. Radek has much more common sense.
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That was fantabulously brilliant, I loved Mal and River, they were spot on!!! I could totally see it happening in my head!
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Well, that's an interesting way to go.
*chuckles*
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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River
Rodney
TRIFECTA OF AWESOME!
Sadly, only the Duo of Fantabulousness was available.
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:-)
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Someone needs to write Ronon/Jayne fic. Just not me. I suck at writing Jayne.
Mighty nice cunning hat you've got there!
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O.O
You know, I've never thought about it but I think you're right.
Wow.