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I still haven't gotten over my squick that crawls up my back when watching most videos of convention panels (IDEK). So I was oh very so happy to find sepinwall had liveblogged it

\0/ Oh show. Just oh show.

also, thanks to everyone for birthday wishes --- this week has been beyond crazy since almost everything came back from client and needed to be done RIGHT NOW (in fact, have to finish a deck this weekend), birthday dinner plans, formal announcement of work promotion lending itself to team lunch, oh and trying to get ready for vacation and trip.

Murphy sucks you all, but you guys are wonderful as always.

And while I've not seen any formal communities celebrating 10 years since Firefly claimed our hearts, I have been seriously contemplating managing to write a story that I could post a chapter a week in celebration of.

Title: Volatile Compounds
Fandoms: Firefly/Burn Notice.
Related story: Dangerous Propositions
Author notes: So, [livejournal.com profile] sabaceanbabe, her hubby and I were rewatching some Burn Notice tonight and I've been feeling like writing. As a result, Fi was kicking around in my head, and I decided to start a companion piece telling her side of Dangerous Propositions. Un-betaed in order to stimulate the frog into doing something (anything. ANYTHING).

( Fi enters a bar )

Back by popular demand....

“Stay with the shuttle? And do what?”

Fiona sighed, causing Jayne’s hands to spasm. It was instinct to look for an impending fight when she got frustrated. “And be ready, Jayne. When I get Michael, we may have to leave fast.”

“Me being on the shuttle won’t help that. I ain’t no gorram pilot.”

“You’re not a lot of things, Jayne, but take-off from a planet isn’t that difficult. And if Michael or I aren’t there to land it, well, piloting will be the least of your problems.” Her words carry a lot more than a warning about heat from the Feds. As much as he knows she likes to work on her own, he’s also learned that she carries a special grudge for anyone who leaves her behind. Like say, one Michael Westen. “If anything comes up, I’ll wave you for tactical support,” she says in parting.

Jayne throws his weight into the pilot seat in protest. Figures, a classic Fiona-shaped explosion in the making and he has to sit here and listen to it instead of being involved in the fun. Better make sure all the guns are loaded just in case she underestimates the amount of resistance from the local authorities. Or the amount of coin that the pimp wants for keeping Westen breathing and out of the clink.

The cortex buzzes loud enough to almost make him drop Suzy, his pistol. “Gorramit, I tried to tell her-“ he stops when a purple uniform fills the screen instead of Fiona’s angry visage. The uniform ends in the old man’s full gizzard. Sam Axe, he remembers now.

“Where the hell is Fiona? And where are you two at?” Sam demands.

“Don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“Gorramit, Cobb, I don’t know what that damn Dyton woman is up this time, but the alerts are lighting up like she’s staging a coup in Londinium. Whatever she’s planning, tell her to stop it. And to stay the hell off Hera.”

Jayne’s fingers are twitching again. And his bowels feel a lot like they did right before he acquired Vera. “Why?”

“Because there’s about to be a full-scale assault, that’s why, you gorram back-berth. Now where are you?”

“An assault for Westen?” What the hell did the little man do?

“For the war! I don’t think even Mikey could have done something to justify the amount of artillery about to land on that rock. Now answer the gorram question, or I swear I will find the absolute worst rock to strand you on when you’re next in custody.”

Jayne starts grabbing guns. “Hera. How long?”

“Shit. The timetables are need to know, and I clearly don’t need to know. Get them off that rock, Cobb.” Even without knowing the Fed very well, the unspoken message comes through loud and clear. If Jayne doesn’t get Fiona and Westen off Hera, he’d better hope he doesn’t meet this certain purple-belly again.



TBC

http://community.livejournal.com/calufrax/243316.html?view=761716#t761716

Seriously, go read that story. if you don't know one of the fandoms, don't worry over much - it will succeed in introducing you well enough (and maybe convince you to join). I'm over the moon with this story.

So over on DW, there will be a firefly big bang challenge.

*face palm* I am so considering this and I shouldn't.......

*begins reciting sweet charity as a mantra against signing up*

*ignores frog waving the firefly/sga crossover bunny*

Because her answers actually made the frog move a little bit:

Give me a character from any fandom, tv show, movie, book you know that I know and I will tell you:
a. My favorite thing about that character.
b. My least favorite thing about that character.
c. One person I would ship them with in their own verse.
d. One crossover ship for them I think would be neat.
e. One crossover universe for them I think would be even neater.
f. Their ship from hell.
g. Their song.
h. The title of their biography or autobiography.
i. The last bad dream they had.
j. How they're gonna shuffle off the mortal coil, if they haven't already.

( my little response to her answer on (e) )

So I've procrastinated on what is to be my DAY OUTSIDE DOING THINGS by making my fic list and then indulging in a bit of reading. Of course, this leads to recs.

I have the Touch by poisontaster.

Pt is so one of my writing heroes. I always forget how much I love her writing till I go and peruse it again. The amount that I miss having her write in firefly is hard to describe. It's almost akin to how much I miss seeing it on TV programming.

In this fic, PT writes of River. It's a touching story of what River is missing now, and what River used to be. If you missed it the first time around, or even if you didn't, you should go and catch it now. Maybe with some feedback, PT will do a rewatch of Firefly and give us some more fic. Or at the very least, more SPN/FF story.....

Title: Dangerous Proposition
Fandoms: Firefly/Burn Notice.
Author notes: Thanks to deathisyourart for helping out a bit on my Jayne-isms. Written for sabaceanbabe for her birthday in response to the prompt of "Jayne and Fiona together". I take all responsibilty to verb tenses as well as frog injury.

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Jayne couldn’t help but notice the skirt as she entered the saloon. If her legs (and other parts) hadn’t attracted his eye, the three well hidden knives would have. Still, she had an air about her that pegged her as a likely brown coat, and that was something he wasn’t willing to tangle with no matter how hard the skin under the clothes made him. The War of Unification, they called it in the Core. It’d been going on a long three years now, and so far Jayne had managed to steer clear of conscription by either side. So he listened to the voice of reason (sounding more than a little like his Ma), and kept his head down and hoped to drink in peace.

“My friend stood me up.” The girl’s lilting voice carried more than a touch of Dyton Colony accent. Near border-world, already firmly on the Core side of the lines. “Be a shame to drink this all on my lonesome. Drink like this is meant to be shared, don’t you think?” she asked as she set down a bottle of decade old Cooley whiskey.

Jayne found it hard to leer at the girl and the fine spirits at the same time. “Gorram cryin’ shame for your missing friend.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll communicate my displeasure when I catch up to him.”

“A runner, eh?” Jayne poured his watered beer on the floor before uncapping the whiskey and filling the glass again. Ever the gentlemen, he offered the armed brunette a choice of the bottle or the glass. She didn’t hesitate in grabbing the bottle out of his hand and taking a very long draw. Jayne sipped as he appreciated the scenery of her long neck and chest moving as she swallowed. This skirt had danger written all over her. He wasn’t gonna to get distracted by the excitement of expensive whiskey.

“Fine weapon you got there.”

Jayne shifted Lola a little further away from the looker. “Don’t like discussing my firearms with strangers – no matter how good their booze or their ta tas are.”

She winked at him as she crossed her legs. “Fiona Glenanne, and you are?”

“Jayne Cobb.”

Fiona leaned across the table to top off his drink, giving him an even better look down the V-neck of her top. “Well, Jayne, man with a gun like that must know how to use it.”

“Ain’t interested in joining any other man’s war.”

“Neither am I, Jayne. However, I do love acquiring weapons and other gadgets to sell to folks making war. You aren’t opposed to profiting off war, are you?”

Jayne smiled and reclaimed his glass of whiskey. “Fiona, I ain’t opposed to profiting off nothing in this ‘Verse. What have you got in mind?”

Burning in the Garden of Gethsamene by musamea

This is an absolutely beautiful Wash/Zoe fic and is the single best characterization of that couple as has been written in the 'Verse. You definitely should go and read it IMMEDIATELY. Caution -- Serenity the movie spoilers.

My thanks go out to inlovewithnight for organizing the One Night Stand challenge that produced this.

So, I was watching Ariel (haven't watched firefly in soooo long it's not even funny. Yes, attempting to recapture simon) and something occured to me.

Long ago when we all used to be obsessed w/ such things, I saw where someone had the idea that Inara's trip to ariel for her checkup was more an indication that she was sick and that was why she went out on the rim was for one big trip before she died, but continuing to work was the only way she could do it.

Another thought occured to me. That it was in fact a "checkup" as stated, but with another purpose as well. From what we saw in Heart of Gold, there was every impression that Nandi didn't continue her training. Inara of course, did. What was to stop Inara from striking out on her own once she got to the Rim (other than the pull that the Guild would have)? Why didn't more Companions venture off on their own like Nandi?

What if once you completed training, a dose of poison or virus was delivered to you and that remained innocuous so long as one continued to show up for their annual exam and companion license renewal? But if you failed to show, *bam*.

It would explain alot I think.