Iapos;ve been meaning to spork this Mal/Jayne fic for�a while now.� Itapos;s really weird because everyone is In Character except for Mal and Jayne.� Itapos;s pretty jarring to have Wash, Kaylee, Book, and everyone else acting like themselves because when Mal and Jayne pop up, I feel like, "What happened to Mal and Jayne, and who are these diabolical masters of disguise?"
Sporking in bold.
Eight pairs of eyes regarded him with varying shades of disbelief.
Washapos;s�eyes�had�a teal shade of disbelief while Kayleeapos;s were�more of a�puce.�
Bright-eyed, River watched Jayne from behind a curtain of hair.
Now Iapos;m picturing my sisterapos;s bedroom curtains replaced with Riverapos;s hair.� DO NOT WANT.
He was looking down at the table, sadness haunting his usually pugnacious face.
Aaaawww...Itapos;s EmoJayne.
Sensing something, he glanced up and caught her eye.
"The Force is strong with this one," thought Jayne.
apos;Whatcha lookinapos; at, Moony?apos; he growled, embarrassment turning his voice gruff.
Remus Lupin just wants to know where the hell he is, who these people are, and how the hell he got into this fic.� Is that so much to ask?
apos;I would dance with the suns of a thousand worlds and sing with the music of the spheres,apos; she said. apos;Also I would have a real chocolate milkshake.apos;
Not even River is that random.
apos;I donapos;t allow my desires to rule me,apos; she explained. apos;I wouldnapos;t be very good at my job if I did.apos;
That does sound like Inara, but it also sounds like James Bond in Casino Royale.
apos;I... These questions... There are some things should be kept private, is all.apos;
"Like whether I prefer the Cardinals or the Cubs."� (Mal is a Cardinals fan, by the way.)
apos;All right, I surrender.apos; He held up his hands. apos;If this were my last night in the apos;verse, Iapos;d tell ya all how proud I am oapos; ya. Then Iapos;d fish me out the bottle oapos; Scotch Iapos;ve been savinapos;, go share it with the person I regret not sleepinapos; with. Iapos;d even tell apos;em I regret not sayinapos; how I feel, see if theyapos;d mind me stayinapos; the night.
Um, do you think Scotch survived 500 years into the future?
apos;See, this is why I donapos;t share,apos; he complained, pushing himself away from the worktop. apos;You all only laugh at me. apos;Scuse me while I go rescue whatapos;s left of my dignity.apos;
Here you go, Mal.� I put the pieces of your dignity in this sparkly little bag. *hands bag to Mal*
apos;Thereapos;s only one person I regret not sleepinapos; with, anapos; thatapos;s you. Anapos; thatapos;s the one thing Iapos;d say, anapos; Iapos;m tellinapos; it to ya now. All the times itapos;s nearly been my last night in the apos;verse, I ainapos;t cared apos;cause I ainapos;t thought nothinapos; of it apos;til after. But every time itapos;s been the night after, Iapos;ve thought oapos; buryinapos; myself so deep in ya I wonapos;t ever find my way out again. Anapos; every time itapos;s been the night after it were nearly yer last night in the apos;verse, Iapos;ve had ta lock my hatch ta stop myself goinapos; ta yer bunk anapos; holdinapos; ya, just ta make sure yer alive.apos;
Who the hell is this and what did he do with Jayne?
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