Just A Short Little Trip, That’s All

Author owns no rights to Firefly, and no copyright infringement is intended. Fanfic only.

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Written for the 10 Crack_Fics Challenge, using Table B

Rating should probably by R for suggestive content.

First attempt at this, so be kind:)

A/N Replaced the boy-whore prompt with River going shopping.

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“Why are we doin’ this again?”

“Because it’s a job, Jayne,” Mal said over his shoulder. “One that pays cashy money, and one where I ain’t like to be shot.”

“Well, I’m all for you not getting shot,” Simon said straight-faced. “I need the time off.”

“Very funny, Simon,” Mal groused. “We’re picking up an entertainment outfit on Persephone, and takin’ ‘em to their next show, on Deadwood. Cash up front, and not much in the way o’ heavy liftin’.”

“We’ll, I don’t care so much ‘bout you gettin’ shot,” Jayne smirked, “but no heavy liftin’ sounds good.”

“You two should do a comedy act,” Mal snarled, and Simon and Jayne both chuckled.

“Are you two harrassin’ the Captain, again?” Zoe asked, walking down the stairs into the cargo bay.

“Yes, they are,” Mal whined. “Make’em stop.”

“He started it!” Jayne and Simon both exclaimed at once, pointing to each other. Zoe couldn’t help but burst into laughter at that.

“Let’s go, already,” Mal ordered. Jayne and Zoe got on the mule. Just as they were about to leave, River came bounding down the stairs.

“Wait for me!” she called out, and jumped from the stairs toward the mule. Jayne reached up and caught her with ease, lowering her into the rear of the vehicle.

“Thank you, my Jayne,” River smiled, kissing him soundly.

“Oh, my eyes! My eyes!” Simon looked away. “I’m blind!”

“Ignore him, and he’ll go away,” River sniffed, and Jayne chuckled. Simon hadn’t reacted too terribly bad to River’s announcement that she and Jayne were, involved, and Mal, after seeing the effects that the little assassin had had on the merc, had even stopped threatening to throw him out the airlock. Still. . .