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trollprincess
Fandoms: Firefly/the Terminator movies
Pairing/Character: Jayne Cobb/Sarah Connor
Rating: R
Summary: A mysterious dangerous woman boards Serenity.
Spoilers/Warnings: For Firefly, up to the end of the series; for Terminator, includes all three movies, but goes AU with what happened to Sarah.
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Our Passenger
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They pick her up on one of the border planets, a wiry hard-edged woman with a single bag of possessions and a battered hat that's seen better days, probably on the head of someone else. She assesses Serenity like she's looking for weak spots, and Jayne's pretty sure he's the only one aside from Zoe who can tell she's hiding more weapons on her body than he is.
He's fascinated by her immediately.
Then again, "fascinated" may be too strong a word, but "likes" ain't much better. She stares at Serenity like she's never seen a ship like her before, and runs her hands over the walls when she thinks no one's looking with this odd little smile on her face. She spots River peeking out at her with wide curious eyes and looks like she can't decide whether to smile or snap.
And her hand isn't ever too far from a weapon that she's got to worry. Then again, Jayne gets the impression from the way she moves that there isn't much around her she can't turn into a weapon if she has to.
No, "fascinated" is definitely too strong a word, and "likes" ain't much better.
But in the happy (and most likely dangerous and heavily armed) middle ground between both, Jayne just can't stop thinking about her.
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If anybody just wandered onto Serenity in the next few days, they would swear the woman's official name is Our Passenger. She dodges around mentioning her name like a dancer in a minefield, and the rest of them simply take to calling her Our Passenger in amused and sometimes ever so slightly annoyed tones. Isn't a one of them doesn't think she's hiding something or on the run from the Alliance, but considering there aren't many on Serenity not in hiding or on the run from the Alliance, there aren't many of them fit to judge, and until she comes clean on that matter, there isn't no room to disrespect her with idle speculation.
One day, Jayne finds her in his quarters examining his weapon collection.
Oh, now he doesn't give a good gorram who the hell she is. He's going to kill her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snaps when he spots her.
She doesn't say anything for the longest time, only giving him the straight length of her brown hair hanging down her back to stare at for so long he kicks himself later for not taking the opportunity to kill her then. He's got plenty of reason, he figures, since his room's locked up tight just like the rest of the rest of the crew quarters and yet there she is eyeing Vera in a way that made him want to run over and cradle the gun to his chest like a baby.
And he's this close to snapping when she breaks the silence and says, "Nice collection."
"Deng yi miao," he says, but she storms right over that and adds, "Pretty decent arsenal, considering."
He wonders what the hell that's supposed to mean just long enough for her to flash him a weird little smile and duck past him out of his quarters.
*******
Jayne doesn't tell Mal about her coming into his room, and when he thinks on it he imagines it's because he thinks she was checking on him and him alone. Sure enough, a day later he's in the cargo bay lifting weights when she appears above him and leans over the bar.
"Hey there, handsome," she says, that whiskey-rough voice of hers slipping past a mischievous smile.
She does that a lot over the next few days, appearing out of nowhere and surprising the hell out of him. Damn, that first time he almost drops the damn barbell on his head. But she gets a little better about not spooking the shit out of him, and sooner or later, she finally gets him to start talking -- mostly about guns and ammo and killing people.
This is generally seen as a bad move and is universally agreed to be detrimental to the health of everybody else on the ship.
Not that anybody tries to stop it, of course.
There aren't many on the ship who don't turn on their heels and walk in the opposite direction as fast as fucking possible when they spot Jayne and the woman arguing over fighting techniques at the kitchen table. River won't, but then again River's developed a strange fascination with the woman, and while "fascinated" might not work with Jayne, it's pretty damn apt for River.
One time, Mal comes into the room while they're discussing guns or some such -- ain't much else they ever talk about -- and makes a sarcastic crack about how much time they've been spending together before leaving. River stares after Mal's retreating back from her seat in the corner of the room before turning to the woman with a beaming smile and saying, "He has your eyes."
It's the first time Jayne's seen her look at River -- or anything, for that matter -- with anything approaching fear.
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Her name, it turns out, is Sarah.
He finds it out right before she fucks him the first time, as if they could have been doing this days ago if he'd just managed to figure out her gorram name. Then again, if he'd known that sex with Sarah would be the workout it ends up being, he might have waited longer simply so he could train for it.
The next day, Mal says something about not breaking his ship next time.
Jayne considers that an insult. It's not like they broke that much of it.
Two days later, he wakes up to see her lying in bed next to him and making a face as she holds a familiar scrap of orange knitting in her hands. "What's this stupid thing supposed to be?" she says in amusement.
He snatches the hat from her hands and says almost defensively, "My mother made me that."
A long moment later, the corners of her lips tug upwards in an odd smile. Jayne's not sure he likes it.
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The next planet they land on comes almost as a relief to everyone else. Jayne and Sarah have taken to sneaking off to his quarters or hers when the emptiness of space gets too boring -- which is pretty much always. Mal's taken to giving them narrowed looks of thinly veiled disgust. Inara keeps rolling her eyes at them. And Kaylee keeps cooing to Serenity and flashing them her too-cute scowls while whispering promises to the ship to fix her later.
Ain't a one of them who isn't happy to get solid ground under their feet again, if only for the relative quiet of a crowded town with shouting vendors and bustling crowds.
Well, quiet in comparison, in any event.
Sarah doesn't wander far from the crew, trailing after them as they unload their dubiously legal cargo and load up more dubiously legal cargo, all the while watching the crowd in suspicion. Her arms swing casually at her sides, hiding the fact she could easily reach at least ten different weapons with not much effort. It's like she's tempting a fight, like she wants someone to try something, and Jayne can't help but appreciate that in a woman who he's pretty sure would give him a good working-over in a fight. God knows she sure does a damn fine job of it in the bedroom, after all that.
It's after the cargo's been loaded, after Mal's allowed them a little free time before they leave and the group of them have split up, that she sees it.
How she missed it in the first place isn't a surprise. It isn't a big statue, a lifesize stone sculpture someone with historical know-how and deep pockets must have had made and placed in the center of town where the thick crowds hide it from view. But it's almost like the crowds part on purpose the moment she steps in the town square, revealing the statue to her wide-eyed, stunned expression.
He watches her walk towards the thing in confusion, staring after her as he mutters, "What the hell is her problem?"
She walks up to right up to the statue as if she's about to greet the gorram thing with a handshake and a kiss on the cheek, and she reaches out to touch the statue's cold cheek before looking down at the inscription at the base.
It's the closest he's ever seen her come to crying.
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Jayne ain't much for weeping females, but then again, Sarah ain't much for being a weeping female. She stiffens up and stalks back to the ship with Jayne at her tail and immediately heads out to bother the hell out of anybody on the ship with a lick of education.
She goes after Simon first, figuring all that learning he'd have to do would make him a prime target. Jayne overhears her badgering him with questions about the last days of Earth That Was, pestering him about some war hero that even Jayne and his lack of schooling knows a bit about. He catches her having a serious hushed discussion with the shepherd that even tries Book's infinite patience, and spots her finally resorting to cornering Inara in her shuttle and firing question after question at her until Inara finds an excuse to dart away.
John Connor.
It's not like Jayne's never heard the name before. After all, there's a Connortown or Connorville on every planet in the 'verse. John Connor is one of the few names to survive Earth That Was.
John Connor's a gorram legend who's been dead for five hundred years.
And the way Sarah asks after him is almost as if she knows the bastard.
********
He finds her in the cargo bay not long after they leave, hiding in the shadows looking like she's gone feng le. She's silent and still and if Jayne didn't know any better, he'd think she was steadily approaching Reaver levels of sanity here.
He isn't one to comfort a woman and she isn't one to accept it, so she sits there and he heads over to the weights and he works out for a long while wondering if he should say something. Then again, ain't like he knows what the hell her problem is or why she's so upset. And he doubts he could or would do anything about it even if he did know.
After a while, he sits back up again on the bench, and she finally breaks the silence. "Do you know how I ended up on that piss-poor excuse for a planet?"
He narrows his eyes at her and shakes his head.
"Wrong turn at Albuquerque," she says, then laughs like it's the funniest thing in the 'verse when his expression clouds in confusion at "Albuquerque."
Oh, yeah. Woman was out of her gorram mind.
********
Sarah gets off Serenity at the next planet they land on, looking a hell of a lot more sane than she has the past few days. She keeps looking at everyone as she gets off the ship, shifting the bag slung over her shoulder as she examines the crowd. It's like she's trying to recognize someone, trying to see something in the people she passes that she knows.
She gives one final glance back at the crew, staring at Mal for a long time before giving him a polite nod and vanishing into the crowd.
She doesn't even look at Jayne once.
Ain't much of a surprise to him, and not like he didn't already say his goodbyes the night before, three times over all over the damn ship. She grabbed onto him and dragged him here and there, and fucked him for the longest time like she was siphoning away his energy and storing it for later. It was tiresome and frenzied and some of the best sex he's ever had.
Mostly, Jayne just comes out of the experience grateful she didn't boost Vera before she left.
Then again, he's not all that sure he would complain if she had.
Author:
trollprincessFandoms: Firefly/the Terminator movies
Pairing/Character: Jayne Cobb/Sarah Connor
Rating: R
Summary: A mysterious dangerous woman boards Serenity.
Spoilers/Warnings: For Firefly, up to the end of the series; for Terminator, includes all three movies, but goes AU with what happened to Sarah.
Our Passenger
********
They pick her up on one of the border planets, a wiry hard-edged woman with a single bag of possessions and a battered hat that's seen better days, probably on the head of someone else. She assesses Serenity like she's looking for weak spots, and Jayne's pretty sure he's the only one aside from Zoe who can tell she's hiding more weapons on her body than he is.
He's fascinated by her immediately.
Then again, "fascinated" may be too strong a word, but "likes" ain't much better. She stares at Serenity like she's never seen a ship like her before, and runs her hands over the walls when she thinks no one's looking with this odd little smile on her face. She spots River peeking out at her with wide curious eyes and looks like she can't decide whether to smile or snap.
And her hand isn't ever too far from a weapon that she's got to worry. Then again, Jayne gets the impression from the way she moves that there isn't much around her she can't turn into a weapon if she has to.
No, "fascinated" is definitely too strong a word, and "likes" ain't much better.
But in the happy (and most likely dangerous and heavily armed) middle ground between both, Jayne just can't stop thinking about her.
********
If anybody just wandered onto Serenity in the next few days, they would swear the woman's official name is Our Passenger. She dodges around mentioning her name like a dancer in a minefield, and the rest of them simply take to calling her Our Passenger in amused and sometimes ever so slightly annoyed tones. Isn't a one of them doesn't think she's hiding something or on the run from the Alliance, but considering there aren't many on Serenity not in hiding or on the run from the Alliance, there aren't many of them fit to judge, and until she comes clean on that matter, there isn't no room to disrespect her with idle speculation.
One day, Jayne finds her in his quarters examining his weapon collection.
Oh, now he doesn't give a good gorram who the hell she is. He's going to kill her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snaps when he spots her.
She doesn't say anything for the longest time, only giving him the straight length of her brown hair hanging down her back to stare at for so long he kicks himself later for not taking the opportunity to kill her then. He's got plenty of reason, he figures, since his room's locked up tight just like the rest of the rest of the crew quarters and yet there she is eyeing Vera in a way that made him want to run over and cradle the gun to his chest like a baby.
And he's this close to snapping when she breaks the silence and says, "Nice collection."
"Deng yi miao," he says, but she storms right over that and adds, "Pretty decent arsenal, considering."
He wonders what the hell that's supposed to mean just long enough for her to flash him a weird little smile and duck past him out of his quarters.
*******
Jayne doesn't tell Mal about her coming into his room, and when he thinks on it he imagines it's because he thinks she was checking on him and him alone. Sure enough, a day later he's in the cargo bay lifting weights when she appears above him and leans over the bar.
"Hey there, handsome," she says, that whiskey-rough voice of hers slipping past a mischievous smile.
She does that a lot over the next few days, appearing out of nowhere and surprising the hell out of him. Damn, that first time he almost drops the damn barbell on his head. But she gets a little better about not spooking the shit out of him, and sooner or later, she finally gets him to start talking -- mostly about guns and ammo and killing people.
This is generally seen as a bad move and is universally agreed to be detrimental to the health of everybody else on the ship.
Not that anybody tries to stop it, of course.
There aren't many on the ship who don't turn on their heels and walk in the opposite direction as fast as fucking possible when they spot Jayne and the woman arguing over fighting techniques at the kitchen table. River won't, but then again River's developed a strange fascination with the woman, and while "fascinated" might not work with Jayne, it's pretty damn apt for River.
One time, Mal comes into the room while they're discussing guns or some such -- ain't much else they ever talk about -- and makes a sarcastic crack about how much time they've been spending together before leaving. River stares after Mal's retreating back from her seat in the corner of the room before turning to the woman with a beaming smile and saying, "He has your eyes."
It's the first time Jayne's seen her look at River -- or anything, for that matter -- with anything approaching fear.
**********
Her name, it turns out, is Sarah.
He finds it out right before she fucks him the first time, as if they could have been doing this days ago if he'd just managed to figure out her gorram name. Then again, if he'd known that sex with Sarah would be the workout it ends up being, he might have waited longer simply so he could train for it.
The next day, Mal says something about not breaking his ship next time.
Jayne considers that an insult. It's not like they broke that much of it.
Two days later, he wakes up to see her lying in bed next to him and making a face as she holds a familiar scrap of orange knitting in her hands. "What's this stupid thing supposed to be?" she says in amusement.
He snatches the hat from her hands and says almost defensively, "My mother made me that."
A long moment later, the corners of her lips tug upwards in an odd smile. Jayne's not sure he likes it.
********
The next planet they land on comes almost as a relief to everyone else. Jayne and Sarah have taken to sneaking off to his quarters or hers when the emptiness of space gets too boring -- which is pretty much always. Mal's taken to giving them narrowed looks of thinly veiled disgust. Inara keeps rolling her eyes at them. And Kaylee keeps cooing to Serenity and flashing them her too-cute scowls while whispering promises to the ship to fix her later.
Ain't a one of them who isn't happy to get solid ground under their feet again, if only for the relative quiet of a crowded town with shouting vendors and bustling crowds.
Well, quiet in comparison, in any event.
Sarah doesn't wander far from the crew, trailing after them as they unload their dubiously legal cargo and load up more dubiously legal cargo, all the while watching the crowd in suspicion. Her arms swing casually at her sides, hiding the fact she could easily reach at least ten different weapons with not much effort. It's like she's tempting a fight, like she wants someone to try something, and Jayne can't help but appreciate that in a woman who he's pretty sure would give him a good working-over in a fight. God knows she sure does a damn fine job of it in the bedroom, after all that.
It's after the cargo's been loaded, after Mal's allowed them a little free time before they leave and the group of them have split up, that she sees it.
How she missed it in the first place isn't a surprise. It isn't a big statue, a lifesize stone sculpture someone with historical know-how and deep pockets must have had made and placed in the center of town where the thick crowds hide it from view. But it's almost like the crowds part on purpose the moment she steps in the town square, revealing the statue to her wide-eyed, stunned expression.
He watches her walk towards the thing in confusion, staring after her as he mutters, "What the hell is her problem?"
She walks up to right up to the statue as if she's about to greet the gorram thing with a handshake and a kiss on the cheek, and she reaches out to touch the statue's cold cheek before looking down at the inscription at the base.
It's the closest he's ever seen her come to crying.
********
Jayne ain't much for weeping females, but then again, Sarah ain't much for being a weeping female. She stiffens up and stalks back to the ship with Jayne at her tail and immediately heads out to bother the hell out of anybody on the ship with a lick of education.
She goes after Simon first, figuring all that learning he'd have to do would make him a prime target. Jayne overhears her badgering him with questions about the last days of Earth That Was, pestering him about some war hero that even Jayne and his lack of schooling knows a bit about. He catches her having a serious hushed discussion with the shepherd that even tries Book's infinite patience, and spots her finally resorting to cornering Inara in her shuttle and firing question after question at her until Inara finds an excuse to dart away.
John Connor.
It's not like Jayne's never heard the name before. After all, there's a Connortown or Connorville on every planet in the 'verse. John Connor is one of the few names to survive Earth That Was.
John Connor's a gorram legend who's been dead for five hundred years.
And the way Sarah asks after him is almost as if she knows the bastard.
********
He finds her in the cargo bay not long after they leave, hiding in the shadows looking like she's gone feng le. She's silent and still and if Jayne didn't know any better, he'd think she was steadily approaching Reaver levels of sanity here.
He isn't one to comfort a woman and she isn't one to accept it, so she sits there and he heads over to the weights and he works out for a long while wondering if he should say something. Then again, ain't like he knows what the hell her problem is or why she's so upset. And he doubts he could or would do anything about it even if he did know.
After a while, he sits back up again on the bench, and she finally breaks the silence. "Do you know how I ended up on that piss-poor excuse for a planet?"
He narrows his eyes at her and shakes his head.
"Wrong turn at Albuquerque," she says, then laughs like it's the funniest thing in the 'verse when his expression clouds in confusion at "Albuquerque."
Oh, yeah. Woman was out of her gorram mind.
********
Sarah gets off Serenity at the next planet they land on, looking a hell of a lot more sane than she has the past few days. She keeps looking at everyone as she gets off the ship, shifting the bag slung over her shoulder as she examines the crowd. It's like she's trying to recognize someone, trying to see something in the people she passes that she knows.
She gives one final glance back at the crew, staring at Mal for a long time before giving him a polite nod and vanishing into the crowd.
She doesn't even look at Jayne once.
Ain't much of a surprise to him, and not like he didn't already say his goodbyes the night before, three times over all over the damn ship. She grabbed onto him and dragged him here and there, and fucked him for the longest time like she was siphoning away his energy and storing it for later. It was tiresome and frenzied and some of the best sex he's ever had.
Mostly, Jayne just comes out of the experience grateful she didn't boost Vera before she left.
Then again, he's not all that sure he would complain if she had.
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Date: 2005-08-28 05:39 pm (UTC)sweet, sweet crack
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Date: 2005-08-28 06:02 pm (UTC)I loved this line!
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Date: 2005-08-28 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 07:06 pm (UTC)So much love.
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Date: 2005-08-29 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-29 05:29 am (UTC)Smashing. I liked this.
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Date: 2005-08-29 02:36 pm (UTC)There really isn't enough Sara Connor fic in the 'verse.
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Date: 2005-08-29 04:44 pm (UTC)That's always the sign of good fic for me -- I'm always gnashing my teeth and going, "more please! just a bit more crack. One more hit, would ya?!"
Damn good stuff.
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Date: 2005-10-11 10:25 pm (UTC)Fantastic.
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Date: 2005-10-13 04:04 pm (UTC)I. Love. This.
Sarah is a perfect addition ot the Firefly-verse, and that she'd be attracted to Jayne makes sense on every possible level. I love the way you describe their relationship, the way you observe her through Jayne's eyes. I love the details we get that match up Earth-That-Was with Sarah's Earth.
My favorite moment is Sarah checking out Vera: and yet there she is eyeing Vera in a way that made him want to run over and cradle the gun to his chest like a baby. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love Jayne.
This is going to sound like a dumb question, I'm sure, 'cause you obviously know Sarah inside and out, but have you read the bit of the screenplay for T2 that got clipped involving Travis Gant? This feels a lot like that. And damn it, I've been avoiding Terminator 3 forever because of the complete lack of Jim Cameron and Linda Hamilton -- do I need to go see it now? *facepalms*
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:00 am (UTC)Perfect voices and so compelling, I loved it. Makes me want to go watch T2 again, just to see Sarah.
Wonderful work, babe.
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-07-19 11:37 pm (UTC)That is what was being alluded to right? lol.
Anyway, I thought this was awesome. Hit two kinks at once, Firefly and Sarah Connor.