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Fic: Benefit of the Doubt
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sunandsmut fic, or even starting their hp_summersmut fic? They listen (no, that's not a mistype) to basketball and write the semi-crackish fic prompted?/requested? By ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minisinoo under the "things I would never write" meme.
I had been going to make this into something good - but then I realized I didn't move my firefly dvds here with me. And there's only so much you can get from the internet, shockingly enough. So, here it is in it's stream of consciousness glory
(And, it somehow go actually crackish and amusing (at least to me). Which one wouldn't get unless they have a familiarity with the PBs used over atstoatshead_hill).
Title: Benefit of the Doubt
Rating: PG
Summary: Kaylee gets rather defensive about Serenity when a certain wizard insults her
(yes, that's right, a bit of an HP/Firefly crossover. And, heck, I even had to toss a pairing in there as well. Canon timelines are completely and utterly irrelevant.)
"It's completely illogical."
Kenneth Towler was examining Serenity's engine when Kaylee slipped out carefully from where she had been taking a few couplings off and replacing them with new ones. Well not so much new ones – after all she'd had to make do on Serenity for awhile now with nothing but some elbow grease and a prayer – but at least they were freshly scavenged ones. Her body and clothes stained with grease, hair back in a knotty ponytail, she knew she looked about as attractive as a gorram Reaver. Apparently it didn't matter though, even like this he was paying about as much attention to her as he had when she'd worn her spiffy pink blouse to dinner last night, and got Inara to help her with her hair and make-up.
Apparently he had more in common with Simon then their hoity-toity attitude and profession - (well, healer was close enough to being a doc, wasn't it? At least it was from what he'd said they day he'd appeared on Persephone after an accident with some sort of time traveling device thingy-majigger shaped like an hour glass) - and more than the fact they were both so gorram shuai; they were both oblivious hwoon dahn.
And that was putting it mildly.
What did a female have to do to get some trim? She'd done the girly and ladylike thing, and that hadn't worked. Right now she was doing the more casual look, and that certainly wasn't working, though with his nose a mile in the air she hadn't expected it to. Kaylee would bet she could pull of her shirt right now, and he'd simply remark that it was hot in the engine room, and ask if she'd like him to get a glass of water that somehow magically spurted from his little wooden stick when he said aguamenti. There were a lot of little things he could do with that stick. If he hadn't fixed the huge hole in the side of the ship with it when the man Badger had commissioned had attacked them, she'd have thought him as much of a kuangren as River. Although, she still thought that at times for other reasons, at least he did appear to have magical powers.
That fact also meant he spent a lot of time with her – Jayne was more scared of him than Shepherd, and was more likely than not to shoot first and ask questions later if he got too spooked.
"What's illogical?" she asked, rubbing the grease off her hands with a rag as he leaned over the engine, peering at it.
Kenneth almost seemed not to hear her for a moment, examining the engine carefully and running his hand. "It looks too arcane to propel – well 'allow to limp along' – a ship through outer space. It's too simplistic. Magic, of course, would make it an easy process, but still. Muggles seem to need an amazing amount of technology for their things to function. This hardly fits the bill. It looks like one big....well, hunk of junk really.
All thoughts of getting him to sex her up were lost at his comment. "Hunk of junk?" she asked indignantly, getting to her feet so they were on the same level. "This ain't no hunk of junk. Now, if you were talkin' about the Gurtzler engine, or Cappison-38, then I'd be agree'n. This is the trace compression block engine – or at least it was before I got my hands on it. It's been tweaked many a time now, but it's still a damn fine piece of machinery."
Eyebrows raised, she knelt down, reaching out to grab the piece of metal she had just been working on. Even though Kenneth opened his mouth to protest, she wiggled it, yanking it off, and holding it up for him to see. "This here? This is the grav dampener. May not look as shiny as you want – but this little thing here, it dampens the gravity and inertia. If you've got a spell that can do that, I'd sure like to see it."
"Well, actually..." Kaylee didn't wait for Kenneth to finish before she continued, pointing to the line that had led to that piece, or at least where that piece had been. "Looks plain, but it ain't, that's what makes this work. Any little itsy bitsy hole while this is runnin' an' bam! We die. You die."
"No technology, you duh liou mahng," she was muttering, although the curse would have been more satisfying if he had known what she meant, although his language seemed to be mostly the same as theirs, some of the smaller things were lost. Pointing to the rear of the engine, she continued, "That's the compression coil. You think that's nothin'? You should see what happens when it goes. We had a catalyzer go awhile back, and if it hadn't been for the shuttles, we'd be dead." Glaring at him, Kaylee leaned against the engine itself. "Just a few examples of that 'technology' you think we don't have."
"You combine the trace compression block engine with the standard radion-accelerator core," Kaylee shook her head, "and we've got the best damn ship out there still. It flies true. It ain't gotta look as shiny as some of those alliance ships, or these muggle-people you know. It just gotta have all the parts, workin' right, and even then sometimes I can make do. She's a beaut, best ship out there. I wouldn't be workin' on her if not."
Looking at him in disgust, she shook her head again, walking over to her hammock and lying down on it, resting her hands behind her head. As stalking off went – she though she'd done pretty good, as she normally would have fallen off the hammock a time or two. She still had repairs to do on the pistons, but she figured that could wait until Kenneth had left. She was still ticked enough she'd work better once he wasn't there looking down at her and Serenity.
"I'm....sorry," the words were awkwardly said, and she looked up to see Kenneth standing over her, hands crossed behind his back. He was obviously horrific at apologizing – she had to wonder how many times he had done it before.
"I meant no insult," he continued, looking at her chest in at attempt to avoid looking at her eyes, before realizing what he was doing and averting his eyes to a spot on the wall. "I only meant to remark on the fact that the appearance was little like what I had been led to believe muggles – non magical folk – needed for their apparatus to function. Especially something so obviously complex as this."
"Forgive me?" Kenneth asked, mouth raised in a small smile that made him look far less serious than he usually did.
Kaylee pondered the question, her hand on her chin, "Why I should I? You've been lookin' down on us since you got here. You look at Jayne like he's a fay-fay duh pee-yen," the fact that she had thought similar things about Jayne hardly mattered, "and the cap'n, you ain't seem to got no use for him. Even the doc, Simon, he's as snooty as you, and you don't seem to take to him at all. But Serenity, she's my ship, my home, I don't take kindly to no outsider talking down about her."
"I didn't mean to, about the ship," he clarified, "random observation, I swear." Crossing a hand over his chest, he raised his eyes to the sky. "As for the others, I don't give a shite....hwai," Kenneth amended the last part. Of all the phrases for him to have actually managed to pick up, he had to choose that one. "But you, I don't want to insult you, or hurt you."
"Why not?" her question was soft, affected by the fact he was actually meeting her eyes for once.
He shrugged, but a hint of smile came through, "You, I like."
"You say the sweetest things," Kayle replied in a dreamy tone, smiling up at him. As far as compliments went, it left a lot to be desired, but at least he was saying something positive for once. She let out a muffled 'umph' of surprise when he leaned down and kissed her. Relatively chaste, but it made her heart pitter patter all the same, even as he pulled back. Although shocked, she knew she was grinning against his lips, unable to believe he had more cajones than Simon ever had.
"Can I call you Kenny now then?" she asked with a giggle, opening her eyes just in time to see him roll his.
"No!" he replied emphatically. "Please Kaylee, don't make me think I made the wrong choice in actually finding something to like on this forsaken ship...I mean, not the ship being forsaken – but this time, these people..." Kenneth trailed off, holding out his hand to pull her out of her hammock, "Merlin, please tell me you know what I meant by that."
Fighting back a laugh, Kaylee grinned as she accepted his hand to pull her out of the hammock, "I suppose I'll give ya the benefit of the doubt, this time."
sunandsmut fic, or even starting their hp_summersmut fic? They listen (no, that's not a mistype) to basketball and write the semi-crackish fic prompted?/requested? By minisinoo under the "things I would never write" meme.I had been going to make this into something good - but then I realized I didn't move my firefly dvds here with me. And there's only so much you can get from the internet, shockingly enough. So, here it is in it's stream of consciousness glory
(And, it somehow go actually crackish and amusing (at least to me). Which one wouldn't get unless they have a familiarity with the PBs used over at
stoatshead_hill).Title: Benefit of the Doubt
Rating: PG
Summary: Kaylee gets rather defensive about Serenity when a certain wizard insults her
(yes, that's right, a bit of an HP/Firefly crossover. And, heck, I even had to toss a pairing in there as well. Canon timelines are completely and utterly irrelevant.)
"It's completely illogical."
Kenneth Towler was examining Serenity's engine when Kaylee slipped out carefully from where she had been taking a few couplings off and replacing them with new ones. Well not so much new ones – after all she'd had to make do on Serenity for awhile now with nothing but some elbow grease and a prayer – but at least they were freshly scavenged ones. Her body and clothes stained with grease, hair back in a knotty ponytail, she knew she looked about as attractive as a gorram Reaver. Apparently it didn't matter though, even like this he was paying about as much attention to her as he had when she'd worn her spiffy pink blouse to dinner last night, and got Inara to help her with her hair and make-up.
Apparently he had more in common with Simon then their hoity-toity attitude and profession - (well, healer was close enough to being a doc, wasn't it? At least it was from what he'd said they day he'd appeared on Persephone after an accident with some sort of time traveling device thingy-majigger shaped like an hour glass) - and more than the fact they were both so gorram shuai; they were both oblivious hwoon dahn.
And that was putting it mildly.
What did a female have to do to get some trim? She'd done the girly and ladylike thing, and that hadn't worked. Right now she was doing the more casual look, and that certainly wasn't working, though with his nose a mile in the air she hadn't expected it to. Kaylee would bet she could pull of her shirt right now, and he'd simply remark that it was hot in the engine room, and ask if she'd like him to get a glass of water that somehow magically spurted from his little wooden stick when he said aguamenti. There were a lot of little things he could do with that stick. If he hadn't fixed the huge hole in the side of the ship with it when the man Badger had commissioned had attacked them, she'd have thought him as much of a kuangren as River. Although, she still thought that at times for other reasons, at least he did appear to have magical powers.
That fact also meant he spent a lot of time with her – Jayne was more scared of him than Shepherd, and was more likely than not to shoot first and ask questions later if he got too spooked.
"What's illogical?" she asked, rubbing the grease off her hands with a rag as he leaned over the engine, peering at it.
Kenneth almost seemed not to hear her for a moment, examining the engine carefully and running his hand. "It looks too arcane to propel – well 'allow to limp along' – a ship through outer space. It's too simplistic. Magic, of course, would make it an easy process, but still. Muggles seem to need an amazing amount of technology for their things to function. This hardly fits the bill. It looks like one big....well, hunk of junk really.
All thoughts of getting him to sex her up were lost at his comment. "Hunk of junk?" she asked indignantly, getting to her feet so they were on the same level. "This ain't no hunk of junk. Now, if you were talkin' about the Gurtzler engine, or Cappison-38, then I'd be agree'n. This is the trace compression block engine – or at least it was before I got my hands on it. It's been tweaked many a time now, but it's still a damn fine piece of machinery."
Eyebrows raised, she knelt down, reaching out to grab the piece of metal she had just been working on. Even though Kenneth opened his mouth to protest, she wiggled it, yanking it off, and holding it up for him to see. "This here? This is the grav dampener. May not look as shiny as you want – but this little thing here, it dampens the gravity and inertia. If you've got a spell that can do that, I'd sure like to see it."
"Well, actually..." Kaylee didn't wait for Kenneth to finish before she continued, pointing to the line that had led to that piece, or at least where that piece had been. "Looks plain, but it ain't, that's what makes this work. Any little itsy bitsy hole while this is runnin' an' bam! We die. You die."
"No technology, you duh liou mahng," she was muttering, although the curse would have been more satisfying if he had known what she meant, although his language seemed to be mostly the same as theirs, some of the smaller things were lost. Pointing to the rear of the engine, she continued, "That's the compression coil. You think that's nothin'? You should see what happens when it goes. We had a catalyzer go awhile back, and if it hadn't been for the shuttles, we'd be dead." Glaring at him, Kaylee leaned against the engine itself. "Just a few examples of that 'technology' you think we don't have."
"You combine the trace compression block engine with the standard radion-accelerator core," Kaylee shook her head, "and we've got the best damn ship out there still. It flies true. It ain't gotta look as shiny as some of those alliance ships, or these muggle-people you know. It just gotta have all the parts, workin' right, and even then sometimes I can make do. She's a beaut, best ship out there. I wouldn't be workin' on her if not."
Looking at him in disgust, she shook her head again, walking over to her hammock and lying down on it, resting her hands behind her head. As stalking off went – she though she'd done pretty good, as she normally would have fallen off the hammock a time or two. She still had repairs to do on the pistons, but she figured that could wait until Kenneth had left. She was still ticked enough she'd work better once he wasn't there looking down at her and Serenity.
"I'm....sorry," the words were awkwardly said, and she looked up to see Kenneth standing over her, hands crossed behind his back. He was obviously horrific at apologizing – she had to wonder how many times he had done it before.
"I meant no insult," he continued, looking at her chest in at attempt to avoid looking at her eyes, before realizing what he was doing and averting his eyes to a spot on the wall. "I only meant to remark on the fact that the appearance was little like what I had been led to believe muggles – non magical folk – needed for their apparatus to function. Especially something so obviously complex as this."
"Forgive me?" Kenneth asked, mouth raised in a small smile that made him look far less serious than he usually did.
Kaylee pondered the question, her hand on her chin, "Why I should I? You've been lookin' down on us since you got here. You look at Jayne like he's a fay-fay duh pee-yen," the fact that she had thought similar things about Jayne hardly mattered, "and the cap'n, you ain't seem to got no use for him. Even the doc, Simon, he's as snooty as you, and you don't seem to take to him at all. But Serenity, she's my ship, my home, I don't take kindly to no outsider talking down about her."
"I didn't mean to, about the ship," he clarified, "random observation, I swear." Crossing a hand over his chest, he raised his eyes to the sky. "As for the others, I don't give a shite....hwai," Kenneth amended the last part. Of all the phrases for him to have actually managed to pick up, he had to choose that one. "But you, I don't want to insult you, or hurt you."
"Why not?" her question was soft, affected by the fact he was actually meeting her eyes for once.
He shrugged, but a hint of smile came through, "You, I like."
"You say the sweetest things," Kayle replied in a dreamy tone, smiling up at him. As far as compliments went, it left a lot to be desired, but at least he was saying something positive for once. She let out a muffled 'umph' of surprise when he leaned down and kissed her. Relatively chaste, but it made her heart pitter patter all the same, even as he pulled back. Although shocked, she knew she was grinning against his lips, unable to believe he had more cajones than Simon ever had.
"Can I call you Kenny now then?" she asked with a giggle, opening her eyes just in time to see him roll his.
"No!" he replied emphatically. "Please Kaylee, don't make me think I made the wrong choice in actually finding something to like on this forsaken ship...I mean, not the ship being forsaken – but this time, these people..." Kenneth trailed off, holding out his hand to pull her out of her hammock, "Merlin, please tell me you know what I meant by that."
Fighting back a laugh, Kaylee grinned as she accepted his hand to pull her out of the hammock, "I suppose I'll give ya the benefit of the doubt, this time."