The Games Men Play - Epilogue
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Thanks go to BSCPantherfan, for causing me not to be able to let this go. Yes this is the END! For those of you, who read part 4, and were disturbed, you needn't worry, this is just a good, fun, and fitting end to Jayne's revenge on Mal and Simon. I hope you enjoy.
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 2359 RATING: 10.0 (PG13) SERIES: FIREFLY
Jayne lingered for a moment and with a quick shake of his head, he tried unsuccessfully, to make a graceful exit.
CRASH!!!! He fell against the crates that had been concealing him, causing them to tumble down to the deck. Continuing to fall, he landed just a few feet short of two pairs of bare feet standing toe to toe.
Facedown on the deck, Jayne struggled to find a good excuse for being in the shuttle. "Uh...thought I heard something in here...s'all!" The gruffy speech reverberated off the deck since Jayne was too embarrassed to raise his face to the pair. "Guess it was nuthin'..uh..sorry to disturb..." he continued, still trying to find his, graceful exit.
Mal and Simon, being caught off guard, quickly retreated from the now prostrate merc, whose speech had degenerated from semi-coherent excuses, to barely legible gibberish.
Pushing himself up from the deck, still keeping his head down, Jayne thrust his left foot back in a feeble attempt to get out of the shuttle. His foot caught another stack of crates knocking the lot down on top of him.
CRASH!!! The stack fell, crates hitting him along the length of his body. "Ai ya huai le!" He growled still scrambling, head down, to make it to the exit.
The remaining boxes had fallen between the now panicking voyeur and his freedom.
Ignoring the pain, Jayne rose up on his elbows, and drove himself forward even harder, striking his still lowered head dead center on a fallen crate. "Hun dan!" He yelped, rising up on his knees, his right hand quickly moving to the knot forming on the top of his head.
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The loud noises emanating from the spare shuttle, echoed throughout Serenity. Inara heard it first. Donning a silk robe, she quickly raced out of her shuttle to investigate the source. Seeing what appeared to be candlelight across the cargo bay, she began making her way along the catwalk towards the noise.
***
The crashing echoes reverberating throughout Serenity broke the music being created in Zoe and Wash's quarters.
I DID love Wash grabbing the trash can to seem more "powerful." Trust Wash for that.
C'mon, write more about this just so I don't feel like I've been left hanging!
More!
"I love my captain."
And I hope the sequel to the epilogue comes soon...regardless of who writes it;)
BEB
Write some more soon, even if it is not this story. I like the way you write.
"The gruffy speech reverberated off the deck since Jayne was too embarrassed to raise his face to the pair." --Love this line. I don't know another who would give us the visual of him looking down and then the auditory of his voice rising back off the deck plating because of his face being turned downward. And of course Jayne would be looking down, to avoid seeing what his arrangements had provoked.
"The crashing echoes reverberating throughout Serenity broke the music being created in Zoe and Wash's quarters. "--Mmmmmmm. Just Mmmmmm.
"The remaining boxes had fallen between the now panicking voyeur and his freedom."
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"Ow..." Jayne cried, holding his head, his eyes welling up with tears. "I gotta get out'a here"
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"Quickly pulling himself together, he attempted to vault the remaining obstacles that stood between him, and an end to his growing embarrassment. As he did, his right foot caught one of the crates, cutting his escape short. Spilling out of the shuttle in a loud clatter."
Okay...now SEE? Ya went and took him so far down into the pit of despair, and all he was tryin' to do was wreak a mite of revenge, which he deserved, after what those two hun dan had done to him, what with the lingerie and the make-up and all. Okay, okay. So he ended up liking the thong, and he even made good use of it later (Mmmmmm...Jayne slappin' that ass in the mirror...) but HELL, Spacey! You're a mean mean man. And you owe Jayne an apology.
P.S. God, you don't write NEARLY enough to satisfy me. Ya just leave me wanting more. Like when I read the first Dune book and I had 20 pages or so left to go. I couldn't bear to finish, so I laid it aside, bookmark at that point, and just smiled at it night after night on the bedside table, till I finally sighed deeply and consumed those few remaining morsels, knowing the sad that would hit me at the final few words. Yeah. It's like that. More please!
But please, please, please write Epilogue Part 2 and tell us that the slash was just a joke!!!!!
Ooo, everyone's gonna rush to the shuttle and see...*starts laughing again!!!
<<They both quickly dressed. Zoe grabbed a pistol from the closet, while Wash searched franticly for something to make himself look powerful>> --- hee hee, this is so classic wash
<<Grabbing the small metal trashcan by the sink, he followed his Amazonian wife up the ladder towards the cargo bay.>> --- I like this line and how you describe Zoe as "his Amazonian wife"
<<His mind wrecked, Jayne was unable to formulate any excuse and blurted the first words he could think of. "I'll be in my bunk.">> --- LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOFrellingL!!!!!!!!!! Oh that'll make for a funny situation.
Nice ending spacie, absolutely wonderful, and so freaking hilarious. Again, this is a total ten! *laughs more and more and more...
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