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Flashback Friday Fic: Rainbow of Brushes (Firefly)

Welcome to Flashback Friday Fic where I go back and repost fic I wrote years ago.


rainbowbrushesFirefly/Serenity
River, Jayne (no pairings)
River really is a tad loony as Jayne finds out…the hard way.

275 words | rating: T


Red plastic, cold and hard, flecks of paste still stuck between the bristles.

Plain white, utilitarian, always perfectly clean and kept in it’s case.

Dark green, worn and battered, half the handle broken off, the bristles crushed from months, no, years of use.

Hand carved of ancient ivory, bristles so fine and white they glistened, Chinese characters inlaid in jade on the handle, a piece of art in itself.

This one buzzed when you pushed the button. Bzzz, bzzz. The bristles were green and in a circular pattern, bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Pink and sparkly, a cheerful tune played if it moved.

Another plain plastic one, this in brown with a soft rubber grip at the end, clean and new.

This one was her favorite, though. She picked it up and held it to her eyes. Inside the clear blue plastic swam tiny little orange fish. At least they were supposed to look of fish but they were a mite too small and made of plastic to be real fish. But they floated and bobbed up and down the handle. But if you shook it too hard bubbles formed, and the fishies were obscured.

“Girl, what in the gorram world are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning the floor like the captain asked,” River said as she pushed the red brush against the cold steel decking.

“Gwai-gwai long duh dong! That’s my toothbrush,” Jayne yelled.

Without looking at him she held up the glittery pink brush. Jayne snatched it from her hand.

“Crazy nutter,” he mumbled as he stormed back to his bunk, a cheery tune following him as he went.

“You’re welcome,” River called after him.


This story was originally posted at livejournal on February 3, 2008. It has been slightly edited for grammar and clarity.
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Firefly fanfic: Cap’n Scrooge

Cap’n Scrooge
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Firefly/Serenity
general
200 words

rating: PG

Christmas on board Serenity.  Just for fun.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


Despite Mal’s insistent protests that Serenity wasn’t a democracy the crew voted six to two in favor of celebrating Christmas. Jayne was Mal’s lone support, grumbling something about wasting money on people he barely liked before skulking off to his room.

Two days later, as Kaylee and Shepard Book tried their best to decorate the common room with some twinkly lights and gaudy baubles they picked up at port the day before, Jayne strode in with several horribly wrapped packages and dumped them on the floor at the foot of the tiny flocked tree.

“Maybe I like ya’ll a bit,” he said with a smirk.

“Hmph,” Mal scoffed from the corner.

“Don’t be such a Scrooge, Cap’n,” Kaylee said.

That night Mal slipped into the common room as quietly as he could. Carefully, he laid out eight small boxes covered in brown paper and tied with twine. He arranged them neatly with the other gifts around the little tree then leaned back on his heels with a sigh.

Suddenly the lights came on. “Ha,” Kaylee said, “we caught you Cap’n.”

Mal felt his face flush. “We’ll y’all are family,” he mumbled.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” Kaylee said, hugging him.

I speak “nerd.”

I’m a big nerd. Or geek, depending on how you think of the terms. Sci-fi is definitely where I belong although you won’t find me at a convention or waiting in line to get an autograph. I prefer to nerd-out from home.

This my most resent nerd acquisition:

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That says, “people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect but actually from a non-linear, non subjective point of view, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff.”

That was my Christmas present to myself. I got it from othertees.com. Othertees is one of those sites where they offer an independently designed shirt for just two days. Once it’s gone, it’s gone (usually). I saw this and just had to get it after watching the 50th anniversary special of Doctor Who.

I’ve bought one other shirt there and I’m wearing it in this picture taken at 11pm on November 30th just after I won NaNoWriMo.

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The “Jayne” hat I made myself many years ago.

Told you I was a nerd.

WINNER!

WINNER!

Forgot to post this. Me at around 11pm PST when I officially “won” NaNoWriMo. I was all nerded up in Firefly stuff.

bored…here’s a little something I wrote

Title: A Rainbow of Brushes
Characters: River and Jayne (no pairing)
Rating: PG
Word count: 275
Disclaimer: general…I own nothing, sadly and Joss is a god.

Red plastic, cold and hard, flecks of paste still stuck between the bristles.

Plain white, utilitarian, always perfectly clean and kept in it’s case.

Dark green, worn and battered, half the handle broken off, the bristles crushed from months, no years of use.

Hand carved of ancient ivory, bristles so fine and white they glistened, Chinese characters inlaid in jade on the handle, a piece of art in itself.

This one buzzed when you pushed the button. Bzzz, bzzz. The bristles were green and in a circular pattern, bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Pink and sparkly, a cheerful tune played if it moved.

Another plain plastic one, this in brown with a soft rubber grip at the end, clean and new.

This one was her favorite, though. She picked it up and held it to her eyes. Inside the clear blue plastic swam tiny little orange fish. At least they were supposed to look of fish but they were a mite to small and made of plastic to be real fish. But the floated and bobbed up and down the handle. But if you shook it too hard bubbles formed and the fishies were obscured.

“Girl, what in the gorram world are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning the floor like the captain asked,” River said as she pushed the red brush against the cold steel decking.

“Gwai-gwai long duh dong! That’s my toothbrush,” Jayne yelled.

Without looking at him she held up the glittery pink brush. Jayne snatched it from her hand.

“Crazy nutter,” he mumbled as he stormed back to his bunk, a cheery tune following him as he went.

“You’re welcome,” River called after him.

yeah, I’m a fan

Joss Whedon is the man and I’m a big dork, I know.  This is my collection of Joss work…a little of everything.  I knit the hat myself.  The kids love it and wore it as much as I did and pulled the yarn ball off of the top.  I made a 2nd one but never put the ear flaps on and I used that all winter.  I still have requests to fill from all 4 of my kids.

It isn’t a big a collection but it is growing.

Ordered it Tuesday afternoon, it came Friday morning

Ordered it Tuesday afternoon, it came Friday morning

My youngest daughter wearing the Jayne hat (I had to fight her to get it back)

My youngest daughter wearing the Jayne hat (I had to fight her to get it back)

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