FIC: Firefly - Ain't Dead Yet - General
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tanaquificTitle: Ain't Dead Yet
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Words: 755
Summary: Jayne likes to let his mom know what he's been up to, even if he's not much of one for writing letters. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cliche_bingo prompt "Diaries and Journals".
Author's Note: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scribblesinink for the beta. And a huge thanks to the awesome Browncoats.com site, which proved invaluable for checking all the stuff I wasn't sure about, and for helping me find a dash of Chinese to add.
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Jayne's face is close to the camera as he switches on the wave recorder. He sits back, angrily stuffing food into his mouth with his fingers.
"Gorram passengers."
He leans back in his chair, putting one foot up on the table, resting the plate of food on his stomach as he continues to eat furiously.
"I gorram hate passengers."
He slows down eating a little and glares at the camera.
"Especially gorram big city dandies."
He stops chewing and frowns for a moment.
"Umm, Mal made us take on passengers. You probably figured that. Some businessman looks like he wouldn't say boo to a goose, an' a shepherd, an' a creepy-ass doctor."
He gives a childlike grin to the camera.
"You'd like the shepherd, Mom. He said grace before dinner. Well, he woulda done, 'cept Mal stopped him, but he acted like he was sayin' grace, so I did too."
He picks up the next piece of food, looks at it for a moment and then drops it back on the plate. Still looking down at the plate, he draws his eyebrows down together. Almost muttering—.
"Not like that creepy-ass doctor. Bet I coulda been a doc too, if I grew up on one of them fancy central planets."
Looking up with a defiant expression on his face, he wipes his fingers on his T-shirt, and then leans forward and switches off the recorder.
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Jayne's stomach fills the camera shot briefly as he switches on the recorder, before he abruptly moves away. He strides up and down his quarters, moving in and out of shot as he rants.
"Gorram passengers! Knew that creepy-ass doctor was bad news. Got some ruttin' lawman, scuse my language, on his ass. Which means we got the gorram Alliance on our asses."
There's a thudding sound as he hits a bulkhead out of view of the camera, before he passes the camera again.
"Which ain't shiny at all. All 'cause he's got some girl packed up in a crate."
Out of shot again, now on the other side of his quarters, he snorts.
"Says it's his sister."
He comes and leans on the table, staring into the camera, grimacing.
"Right. Like we all believe that."
His face crumples. Speaking more quietly—.
"An' Kaylee got shot."
He collapses into the chair and puts his head in his hands. Barely audible—.
"Doc patched her up. Says we have to wait...."
He reaches out and switches off the recorder without looking up.
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Jayne is slumped on the chair as he switches on the recorder. He scrubs a hand across his face, rearranging the dirt coating his skin, and blinks.
"Well, that was an... interestin' day."
He grins briefly.
"Guess I'd call that a win. Got ourselves paid for that fei-oo cargo. Didn't get ourselves killed. Didn't get caught by the gorram Reavers."
He picks up a gun from the table and examines it, a little smirk around his lips.
"Got offered me a deal too."
Pointing the gun at the camera—it looks very small in his hands—and squinting along it, he shrugs.
"But was pretty go-se. Only so far I'm gonna help a man for a deal like that."
He gives the camera a shifty look over the top of the gun.
"Guess Mal already knew I'd sell him out for the right price, huh?"
He smirks again.
Seeing as how I got to be part of this stinking crew in the first place."
He snorts with laughter and puts the gun down.
"Anyway, don't matter now, since the stupid hwun dan got himself killed. But I took what I was owed. And you never can trust them Alliance types to pay up, so I reckon I came out ahead."
He bends down out of shot and comes back up with a couple of handfuls of stuff that he holds in front of the camera for a moment—there's another gun, some kind of communications device, and a small, lumpy bag whose contents clink—before dumping it on the table in front of him. He picks up the bag, opens it and peers inside. He's smiling, but his gaze doesn't seem entirely focused on what's in the bag. Quietly—.
"An' Kaylee's gonna be okay. Guess the doc knows his stuff. Ain't so shiny the Captain's keeping him an' his crazy sister on board but... Kaylee's okay."
He looks up at the camera, his smile getting wider and sloppier as he leans forward to hit the off switch.
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Words: 755
Summary: Jayne likes to let his mom know what he's been up to, even if he's not much of one for writing letters. Written for the
cliche_bingo prompt "Diaries and Journals".Author's Note: Thanks to
scribblesinink for the beta. And a huge thanks to the awesome Browncoats.com site, which proved invaluable for checking all the stuff I wasn't sure about, and for helping me find a dash of Chinese to add.Jayne's face is close to the camera as he switches on the wave recorder. He sits back, angrily stuffing food into his mouth with his fingers.
"Gorram passengers."
He leans back in his chair, putting one foot up on the table, resting the plate of food on his stomach as he continues to eat furiously.
"I gorram hate passengers."
He slows down eating a little and glares at the camera.
"Especially gorram big city dandies."
He stops chewing and frowns for a moment.
"Umm, Mal made us take on passengers. You probably figured that. Some businessman looks like he wouldn't say boo to a goose, an' a shepherd, an' a creepy-ass doctor."
He gives a childlike grin to the camera.
"You'd like the shepherd, Mom. He said grace before dinner. Well, he woulda done, 'cept Mal stopped him, but he acted like he was sayin' grace, so I did too."
He picks up the next piece of food, looks at it for a moment and then drops it back on the plate. Still looking down at the plate, he draws his eyebrows down together. Almost muttering—.
"Not like that creepy-ass doctor. Bet I coulda been a doc too, if I grew up on one of them fancy central planets."
Looking up with a defiant expression on his face, he wipes his fingers on his T-shirt, and then leans forward and switches off the recorder.
Jayne's stomach fills the camera shot briefly as he switches on the recorder, before he abruptly moves away. He strides up and down his quarters, moving in and out of shot as he rants.
"Gorram passengers! Knew that creepy-ass doctor was bad news. Got some ruttin' lawman, scuse my language, on his ass. Which means we got the gorram Alliance on our asses."
There's a thudding sound as he hits a bulkhead out of view of the camera, before he passes the camera again.
"Which ain't shiny at all. All 'cause he's got some girl packed up in a crate."
Out of shot again, now on the other side of his quarters, he snorts.
"Says it's his sister."
He comes and leans on the table, staring into the camera, grimacing.
"Right. Like we all believe that."
His face crumples. Speaking more quietly—.
"An' Kaylee got shot."
He collapses into the chair and puts his head in his hands. Barely audible—.
"Doc patched her up. Says we have to wait...."
He reaches out and switches off the recorder without looking up.
Jayne is slumped on the chair as he switches on the recorder. He scrubs a hand across his face, rearranging the dirt coating his skin, and blinks.
"Well, that was an... interestin' day."
He grins briefly.
"Guess I'd call that a win. Got ourselves paid for that fei-oo cargo. Didn't get ourselves killed. Didn't get caught by the gorram Reavers."
He picks up a gun from the table and examines it, a little smirk around his lips.
"Got offered me a deal too."
Pointing the gun at the camera—it looks very small in his hands—and squinting along it, he shrugs.
"But was pretty go-se. Only so far I'm gonna help a man for a deal like that."
He gives the camera a shifty look over the top of the gun.
"Guess Mal already knew I'd sell him out for the right price, huh?"
He smirks again.
Seeing as how I got to be part of this stinking crew in the first place."
He snorts with laughter and puts the gun down.
"Anyway, don't matter now, since the stupid hwun dan got himself killed. But I took what I was owed. And you never can trust them Alliance types to pay up, so I reckon I came out ahead."
He bends down out of shot and comes back up with a couple of handfuls of stuff that he holds in front of the camera for a moment—there's another gun, some kind of communications device, and a small, lumpy bag whose contents clink—before dumping it on the table in front of him. He picks up the bag, opens it and peers inside. He's smiling, but his gaze doesn't seem entirely focused on what's in the bag. Quietly—.
"An' Kaylee's gonna be okay. Guess the doc knows his stuff. Ain't so shiny the Captain's keeping him an' his crazy sister on board but... Kaylee's okay."
He looks up at the camera, his smile getting wider and sloppier as he leans forward to hit the off switch.