• Wed, 18:51: State of Serenity - Game Update http://t.co/StA4r0EJ
• Wed, 20:22: Twitter why can't I tweet?
• Wed, 20:22: RT @IntoTheBlackRPG: We've got a shiny new layout here and on LJ. http://t.co/VKlrF7Tu
• Wed, 20:58: That seems better. Cleared out my cookies.
• Wed, 21:15: I give up Twitter.
• Wed, 22:31: Thank you, Kaylee girl. http://t.co/CNlKdL7M
• Wed, 22:32: I found us an Inara and Wash. They should be around soon to help you out. Still hoping to get us a Simon too. http://t.co/EULR8AE1
• Wed, 22:33: As it should be, mei mei. Also we got his sister that needs lookin' after. http://t.co/Mmmz1KtU
• Wed, 23:52: Watching #shindig. It's been awhile. #firefly
• Thu, 01:28: Watching Firefly is making me mad at FOX all over again.

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Character: Mal and Simon
Genre: Gen
Author: cptmalreynolds
Fandom: Firefly
Word count: 600
Rating: PG
Prompts: Meme #2 What is that smell? for a_muse_meme
Notes: Trying to find Mal's voice after a very long break.
Crossposted to: firefly_fiction, fanficbylee

It weren’t the first time that I’d been arrested. Hell with my luck I’d probably end up dying in some Alliance jail or ‘nother, but I was hoping to do better than that. Not that I was expecting the Big Score. Men like me do not get rich. We barely scrape by doing our best to dig our claws into Freedom’s mane and hanging on for dear life. It was a bumpy ride as one would expect, but I’d rather die being thrown off of Freedom’s back than to fade away on some planet controlled by the gorram Alliance.

But it’s a mite hard to sound noble and be philosophical when you’re locked up in a cage that ain’t been cleaned since this crappy planet was terraformed. My cell mate didn’t look no happier than I was. Simon’s usually pristine shirt was smeared with dirt, and the boy had a bruise on his jaw that was painful to look at. I knew that I didn’t look any better. I was probably in worse shape since I’d fought back when they took us. Blood was crusted on my knuckles from where I’d given as good as I got. Would’ve been better to give better than I got of course, then we might be on Serenity and out in the Black.

“Let me see your hands,” Simon said as he scooted to the edge of his bunk, sending up a fresh cloud of stink from the flea ridden mattress. “What is that stink?”

“That would be your bed, Doctor. Surely a fine physician like yourself knows what piss and puke smell like.” I’d slept propped up in the corner, my back pressed against the walls, with my boots on the bed. Weren’t no way I was laying on my bunk. Simon having less experience in this sort of situation had slept in his. Well might not be fair to say he slept in it. He was unconscious when we were brought in. I’d just left him like that.

“Ugh!” He yelped surging to his feet, reaching for the bars to keep on his feet. He was wobbly from the blow he’d taken to the head. “And you left me there.”

“Look around, ain’t like the maid’s been here lately. But when she gets here, I’ll be sure to ask her real kindly to change your bed first.” I rolled my eyes at him, nearly pulling my hands from his when he started to poke at my knuckles. “Been in fights before, no reason for you to be fussin’ over my hands. By the time we get outta here, they’ll be bleedin’ again. You can take care of ‘em when we get home.”

“When do you think that’ll be?” He asked. I could see the worry in his eyes, but that weren’t for me or Serenity. That was for River. He loved his sister, and it was that loyalty to her that made me trust him and make him part of my crew. As long as River loved us, and I think she did, he’d stay with us. We needed them, and they needed us. It was plain and simple.

“It’ll be as soon as Zoe comes up with a master plan to get us free,” I said, hunkering back on my heels while he looked for some spot that wasn’t covered in something festering.

“Or she cons Inara into paying our bail,” Simon offered. “Inara wouldn’t leave us here.”

“She might not leave you here.” I let out a snort and chuckled softly. “Ain’t never sure what that woman wants to do with me.”

• Wed, 02:30: Plot Bunny Post http://t.co/CA32DgVc
• Wed, 02:35: Darlin' we could do a crossover. Pretty sure that Jayne would be alright with that too. http://t.co/fBGfBDF1
• Wed, 02:36: The armpit rubbin'? http://t.co/QWM8Dtbz
• Wed, 02:40: This is Jayne. We're luck if he takes a shower every couple of days. http://t.co/kCYVBoTm
• Wed, 03:22: I smell like mothballs [canon] firefly http://t.co/LHjVOksQ
• Wed, 03:52: Course it wasn't. It was Kaylee's. http://t.co/lN70PIiu
• Wed, 03:53: Me too. They're shiny. http://t.co/8gqn7DpF
• Wed, 04:02: Might've been someone else's, but when a piece falls off my boat I do tend to blame the person who's responsible for … http://t.co/MVQzU2yl
• Wed, 04:04: And it is fun to rattle his cage and get him to snarlin'. He does do some amazingly stupid things when he gets riled. http://t.co/6G6iPMSy
• Wed, 04:11: *laughs* Now that ain't fair. I'm sure he's damn smart on days that don't end in Y. http://t.co/FiSZEktr

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