Firefly Plus

Wishing You Were(n't) Here [B:tVS/Firefy, gen]

jedibuttercup — Sat, 07 Sep 2013 04:02:30 GMT

Title: Wishing You Were(n't) Here
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: B:tVS/Firefly
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Post-series for both; a challenge-prompt ficlet.

Summary: Anya's back. But the justice business hasn't gotten any more satisfying since the last time she tried it. 1100 words.

Link to: Wishing You Were(n't) Here (or at AO3)

[Transformers/Firefly xover] Ficlet "Dancing Under Metal Boughs", River, PG

fuzipenguin — Fri, 03 May 2013 11:47:59 GMT

Title: Dancing Under Metal Boughs
Fandom: Transformers G1 (kinda sorta)/Firefly
Author: FuziPenguin
Pairing/Characters: River, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe. Blink and you miss it: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker, Jayne/River
Rating: PG
Word Count: 234
Summary/Warnings: What would happen if the crew of Firefly met up with some of the Transformers? Takes place shortly after Serenity
A/N:
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. No harm was intended in the creation of this work. All rights belong to the original creators.

*mods, could I pretty please have a Transformers tag? :)

Here at my livejournal

Pimp: The Cheering Up Meme!

mahmfic — Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:13:05 GMT

Need a pick me up? Want to make someone's day?

The Cheering Up Meme!

All fandoms. All pairings. Fic & Art friendly.

Stripping Away The Thorns (Firefly/Angel, gen)

jedibuttercup — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 06:24:41 GMT

Title: Stripping Away The Thorns
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: Firefly/Angel
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Post-series and movie; Angel 4.18, "Shiny Happy People". Set in the same 'verse as Of the Wolf, Ram and Hart and Time to Stop Falling. This may be no interest to anyone but me, but I've been pondering the concept of how Zoe could be Jasmine for years, and this is what she had to say.

Summary: Zoë's ready to tell her story. But Mal's maybe not quite so ready to hear it. 3500 words.

Link to: Stripping Away The Thorns (or at AO3)

Helpthesouth Fic: Wind Keeps Blowing, a Mama Bears (Noodle Fic) Timestamp [Farscape/ Firefly]

tassosss — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 02:54:23 GMT

Title: Wind Keeps Blowing, a Mama Bears (Noodle Fic) Timestamp
Author:
Fandoms: Farscape/Firefly
Rating: PG
Genre: Timestamp story for Mama Bears Don't Stand Aside, or The Noodle Fic, can also be found at the AO3 and at LJ.
Words: 2355
Notes: This story was written for wendelah1 for helpthesouth. Thanks to girl_wonder for the quick beta.

Summary: A glimpse of Aeryn's 'verse post Mama Bears.

Wind Keeps Blowing
DW link
AO3 link

Isn't That Always the Story? (Firefly/Mummy-verse; het)

jedibuttercup — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 07:34:33 GMT

Title: Isn't That Always the Story?
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: Firefly, Mummy Returns (2001)
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For vialethe, for day seven of the 2011 Wishlist. Post-Serenity; mouseover translations.

Summary: River usually did have something like a reason for every wild hair she took. But this time, she better have her a reason that even her busted-up old Captain could comprehend. 3000 words.

Link to: Isn't That Always the Story? (or at AO3)

Gather Seashells While You May (Firefly/Dresden Files; het)

jedibuttercup — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 23:14:26 GMT

Title: Gather Seashells While You May
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: Firefly, The Dresden Files (novels)
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For dharkapparition, for the 2011 Wishlist. Prompt partially from Texts From Last Night. Set post-Serenity; tooltip translations provided.

Summary: Zoe's a bit better acquainted with Serenity's newest client than Mal had been expecting. 2000 words.

Link to: Gather Seashells While You May (or at AO3)

Fic: First Circle

sentientcitizen — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 18:32:54 GMT

Title: First Circle
Author: sentientcitizen
Rating: G
Fandoms: Firefly, Inception
Character(s): River Tam, The Operative
Warnings/Spoilers: Implied spoilers for the BDM
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm making no money. Thanks as always to sophia_sol for betaing.
Summary: The Operative isn’t ready for what he finds in the Tam girl’s mind.

( Hide under the covers where the nightmares can't find you, and River goes away. )

CROSSOVER FIC: Blue Sun Rising [Highlander/Firefly | Chapter Eighteen | PG15 ]

jinxed_wood — Sat, 25 Jun 2011 22:45:40 GMT

Title: Blue Sun Rising.
Author: jinxed_wood
Fandoms: Highlander/Firefly.
Rating: PG15.
Characters: Methos, Amanda, Duncan and all the crew of Serenity.
Pairings: Methos/Zoe (Eventually), canon pairings.
Summary: Methos needs to get off the planet fast, which is a funny coincidence because so does Serenity…
Notes: This story is set two months after the events in the film, ‘Serenity’.
Disclaimer: Firefly and Highlander, aren't mine, they belong to Joss Whedon and Panzer/Davis...pass the tissues

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine
Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen

New Chapter: Eighteen

Bent By Paths Coincident (Firefly/Leverage fusion; gen)

jedibuttercup — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 06:35:22 GMT

Title: Bent By Paths Coincident
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: Firefly, Leverage
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Fusion fic. Tooltip translations provided. Title's pulled from the Thomas Hardy poem "Convergence of the Twain".

Summary: Mal would recognize the compact, long-haired man in the worn duds anywhere. 1500 words.

Link to: Bent By Paths Coincident (or at AO3)

Firefly/White Collar/His Dark Materials Fusion: The Consummate Companion 1&2/2, PG13

emmademarais — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 22:19:43 GMT

Title: The Consummate Companion
Author: emmademarais
Fandoms: Firefly/White Collar/His Dark Materials
Pairing/Characters: Neal/Elizabeth/Peter, Neal/Kate/Vincent, Neal/Alex, June/Byron, Mozzie, Diana, Clinton, Reese, OCs
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2 (White Collar)
Summary: Neal Caffrey, with his daemon Keaira, is a professional Companion assigned to the Burkes when his past with Vincent Adler returns to haunt them all (AU)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

The Consummate Companion Part 1
The Consummate Companion Part 2

Xeno's Paradox (Firefly/Torchwood, River/Jack, PG-13)

lyrstzha — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 06:13:37 GMT

Title: Xeno's Paradox
Author: lyrstzha
Rating: (PG-13)
Fandoms: Firefly/Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: very light River Tam/Jack Harkness
Warnings/Spoilers: River is seventeen in this story.
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox.
Author's Note: For lorax. See note on journal for quote citations if you're curious.

Xeno's Paradox

things worse than walls (Angel/Firefly; PG-13, gen)

jedibuttercup — Wed, 15 Dec 2010 17:51:39 GMT

Title: things worse than walls
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: Angel, Firefly
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: From 24 Days of Ficmas, Day 12. Prompt from theotherwillow: Illyria & River Tam.

Summary: That even her control over her own mind should be taken from her-- she would not endure it. 1000 words.

things worse than walls

(linked at wishlist_fic; also at AO3)

Beauty In The Breakdown, 3/3. NC-17

eustacia_vye28 — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 00:52:00 GMT

Title: Beauty In The Breakdown
Author: Eustacia Vye
Author's e-mail: eustacia_vye28@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for one scene chapter 1. Otherwise, some language and violence, though most of the bad language is in Mandarin. ;)
Pairing: Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, River/Jayne
Disclaimer: Inception belongs to Christopher Nolan and not to me. Firefly/Serenity belongs to Joss Whedon. Their toys are fun to play with!
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-movie for both fandoms. For the inception_kink meme prompt in round 6: After being captured by the infant organization known simply as Blue Sun for their technology and knowledge, Arthur, Ariadne, and Eames awaken from stasis hundreds of years in the future in the cargo hold of Serenity. Slightly different from the prompt, but I hope it still works out. :) Title and chapter titles are from Frou Frou's "Let Go."
Summary: Most people think of Blue Sun as a research and development company, a place where new tech is tested for the good of the Alliance worlds. It was around for much longer than people realized, and not all of their research was intended to benefit the masses. Mal finds something in their storerooms while looking for archival data that changes things for the crew of Serenity.

Three – It Rises With The Fall

you can't take the sky from me; firefly/avatar: the last airbender

andromeda3116 — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 04:50:17 GMT

Well, looky here. I just discovered this community, but I've been working on this (now-getting-out-of-hand long) crossover between Firefly and Avatar: the Last Airbender. I'll post the first bit here, plus links to all of the other chapters that I have up thus far.

Title: you can't take the sky from me
Author: andromeda3116/cupid-painted-blind
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Firefly/Serenity + Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters/Pairings: Mal, Zoe, Wash, Jayne, Kaylee, Inara, Simon, River; Aang, Sokka, Katara, Zuko, Suki, Toph; every pairing under the sun and several that the sun hides from, though the more serious ones are Mal/Inara, Suki/Kaylee, Zuko/Katara, Zoe/Wash, Suki/Sokka, and way more fun with Wash/Sokka and Toph/Jayne than is strictly necessary.
Warnings/Spoilers: That thing that happened at the end of Serenity? With the javelin, and the "he ain't comin'"? Yeah, that didn't happen.
Disclaimer: Both shows are the properties of their respective owners. I'm just having fun.
Summary: The Gaang find themselves in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar technology, and must rely on the only kindness they can find. Unfortunately, kindness seems to be an endangered species in this 'Verse.

episode one:
strangers in a strange land

chapter one:
(serenity)

take my love, take my land
take me where i cannot stand
i don't care, i'm still free
you can't take the sky from me

"Hi!" she said, beaming as well as she could. The slightly sweaty man simply looked at her, so she barreled on. "I'm Katara. My friends and I... Well, we're kind of lost. Could you tell me where I am... and... how to... Or you could just walk away," she grumbled, watching the creep's retreating form. It was just as well -- he seemed the sort to demand payment for any information, and she was not prepared to pay anything to anyone in this place.

It claimed to be docks, but she saw neither harbor nor ship, just a bunch of giant metal hulls gleaming in the harsh sunlight. Mostly, it seemed like a giant excuse for people to gather -- here was a man selling some kind of grilled thing, there was a woman in a too-short skirt hawking a ware Katara didn't want to think about.

She didn't exactly understand what they were doing here, anyhow. She had been minding her own business, cleaning up the Eastern Air Temple, when things got hazy and strange, and Aang was there, and so was Toph and -- Zuko, which had confused her. She vaguely remembered Sokka and Suki being involved for some reason, and then they were all sitting in a rocky desert, heads throbbing and minds swirling, and no clue how any of this fitted together or why they weren't at the Eastern Air Temple anymore.

Also, their bending was all messed up -- Zuko's was overwhelmingly weak, hers overwhelmingly strong, and Aang had found he could only bend air for some reason. Toph's didn't seem overly affected, but she did seem to be having more trouble than usual. It was all frightening, worrying, and incredibly confusing at once.

"Hi," she said, trying again with a vendor in a lurid yukata. "My name's Katara. I was -- "

"D'you wanna buy somethin' or sell me your life story, kid?" the vendor replied coldly. She opened and closed her mouth several times.

"I'm not looking to buy anything, I was just wondering -- "

"I don' sell information. Get outta the way, you're holdin' up traffic."

She glared and shuffled off to find someone else to interrogate about their whereabouts. The others were around, doing the same thing, but she had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't having any more luck than she was. Frustration, exhaustion, and thirst were all begging for her attention, and she still hadn't found out even where they were.

"Hi," she said firmly, to another, slightly kinder-looking vendor. "I was wondering if you could tell me -- "

The woman glared at her so fiercely that she thought her eyebrows might catch on fire. "Shoo!" the woman croaked, and batted a hand at her like she was a stray cat. Katara almost snapped right there and froze the lady's head off, but they had all discussed this before entering the docks, and had decided to keep bending displays to a minimum, until they knew more.

It was terribly, terribly tempting, though.

"You need help?" a sweet voice said from behind her. Katara turned to see a pretty, dark-haired woman with thick coveralls and a smudge of something on her face, carrying a box of strange metal parts.

"Yes," she cried, "I'm -- I don't know where I am!"

The woman nodded. "Yeah, Persephone is pretty easy to get lost in. Come on, I'll get you a map." She nodded gratefully and decided not to ask what Persephone was, preferring to simply follow for now and work out the details later. The woman led her over to one of the giant metal monstrosities, which was gaping open, and where a little folding chair with an umbrella was set up. She set the box down and rubbed her hands on her coveralls. "I'm Kaylee, by the way. And this here's Serenity."

Katara looked up at the thing, and wondered what, precisely, that meant. "I'm Katara. I -- My friends and my brother are here with me. We split up to find information."

Kaylee smiled. "Well, I can get ya the information you're looking for. Where're ya trying to get to?"

"Um... Home?" she answered, a little desperately. "I don't really know. I'm kind of... well, completely lost. I don't even know what this place is."

Kaylee gave her a slightly worried look. "Are you okay?"

"Sort of?" she replied, rubbing the back of her head. "I mean, I'm not hurt, I just... don't know where I am."

"Amnesia?" Kaylee asked, but went on before Katara could answer. "I'll talk to our doctor about it. He might be able to help you, but, um. Well." She didn't appear eager to explain the caveat to that, and just shrugged. "Anyway, you're on Persephone, at the Eavesdown Docks. If someone wanted to get rid of you, they picked a good place. Here, lemme get that map." She then rushed into Serenity and disappeared into the darkness. Katara peered in after her -- the room inside was expansive, and all metal.

Before Kaylee had a chance to return, Zuko and Sokka found her. "Please tell me you had some luck," Sokka said, in the voice of one who has lost all hope of retaining his sanity.

"Sort of. I found this girl, Kaylee, and she said she might be able to help. She's getting us a map, at least."

"That's, like, twenty times the luck we've had."

"What is all of this stuff?" Zuko muttered, looking at the box Kaylee had been carrying with confusion. "It looks sort of like some of the things we have in the Fire Navy... But I've never seen this kind of -- "

"You like mechanics?" Kaylee asked, sweeping back onto the ramp, startling Zuko. He began to apologize, but she just beamed. "I got all of these on discount, can you believe it?" she said, grinning like this was the best thing in the world. "She's gonna be runnin' like a charm." At this, Kaylee patted the metal wall fondly, as if it were a pet, and then plopped down into her chair, motioning for them to come closer. She laid out a few little blocks, which clicked together and lit up in a miniature image of the docks they were standing in. They all crowded around Kaylee, fascinated. "Okay, so you're here," she said, pointing to a spot near the edge, "right on the docks. There's a bunch of ships around that'll take passengers and get ya wherever you wanna go." She looked up. "Where do you want to go?"

They all looked at each other, and Sokka answered hesitantly, "This is probably too much to ask, but... Do you know where the Eastern Air Temple is?"

Kaylee blinked. "Can't say I've heard of it. You know what planet it's on?"

Several answers immediately presented themselves to Katara, from the snarky ("that other planet where everyone lives, you know the one with the sun?") to the meek ("there's more than one?") to the bluff ("the planet of Ba Sing Se, of course."). Unfortunately, all of them were somewhat... lacking. Sokka and Zuko appeared to be having similar conundrums.

"Um," she answered blankly.

"Well," Zuko replied.

"You see," Sokka said.

They were saved from answering by the sudden appearance of three people: a very large, very terrifying man in a too-tight shirt, a slightly shorter man in a long, brown coat, and a dark woman with masses of curly brown hair (that Katara was suddenly and deeply envious of). "Kaylee?" the shorter man said, in an odd tone, "explain to me what three kids are doing on my ship."

"They're not on the ship, Cap'n, they're... Okay," Kaylee said, cutting herself off mid-excuse at the apparent Captain's look. "They were lost, so I was just showin' them a map of the docks. They don't seem to know where they're goin'. You ever heard of an Eastern Air Temple?"

"No," he replied shortly. "And I ain't takin' on passengers, so don't even start."

"But they're lost!" Kaylee repeated, like it would change the man's mind. The dark woman snickered, but the burly man gave Katara a look that made her skin crawl.

"Kaylee."

"At least to Boros. Or Sihnon. We've gotta go that way to pick up Inara and all her stuff, and they'll probably be safer there."

"You forgettin' something about the state of our ship, Kaylee?" the Captain asked dangerously, but Kaylee shrugged.

"It'll be fine, Cap'n. They need passage. Just them."

"And our three friends," Sokka said in a cough. Kaylee blushed.

"And their three friends."

"Kaylee," the dark woman said, in a rich, amused voice, "we don't have the room for six passengers."

"Sure we do!" she cried. "There's five passenger dorms, and one open bunk. Sure, someone'll have to share a room, but it'll work."

"Kaylee, we are not taking on six random passengers, and that's -- " The captain was cut off by a sound from within the metal hull; a slender, barefoot girl glided out and looked at them, turning to the captain.

"We have room," she said in a soft voice, as though that was final.

"Who is the captain on this ruttin' boat?" the man cried, and Kaylee winced.

Aang, Toph, and Suki chose that moment to find them. "There you are!" Aang shouted, drawing attention and causing all of their new friends to react violently. Within seconds of Aang's exclamation, the giant man had him in a headlock, and both the woman and the captain had pulled out large, dark cylinders that appeared to be weapons of a sort and pointed them at Suki and Toph.

"Wait!" Katara said, "They're friends, they aren't going to -- !"

"The last thing we need is more attention," the captain grumbled, putting up his weapon and sighing. "'Specially not with Badger being..." he trailed off into some other language. The woman simply shrugged.

"Sir? We taking them or not? Either way, we need to move, and soon."

The captain made a face and turned to them. "Say we take you to Sihnon. What kind of pay you got for that sort of trip?"

Everyone turned to Zuko, who sighed, and rummaged through his pockets, pulling out a handful of gold and platinum coins. "That's all you brought?" Sokka hissed, and Zuko glared at him.

"The hell kinda money is that?" the big man -- who still hadn't released Aang -- said, peering into Zuko's hands.

"They look fancy," Kaylee muttered.

"It's pure gold and platinum," Zuko said, a little desperate. Katara understood; whoever these people were, they seemed much safer than wandering around the streets, and seemed to have an idea of things, which was more than any of them had at the moment. Much as she would rather solve this without help and get back home before bed time, she wasn't going to pass up what might be the only kindness they'd find in this spirits-forsaken place.

The captain blinked, and then looked from Zuko to the money in his hands, and back.

"That's more'n enough to pay for passage to Sihnon," Kaylee said.

"Why are you so intent on bringing them with us?" the captain asked, and Kaylee gave him an odd look.

"They need help. And we can help 'em. That's what we do, ain't it?"

The captain laughed bitterly. "I don't who you take me for, but I am not Santa Claus, spreadin' good cheer wherever I go."

"They got money," Kaylee implored. The girl who had wandered in earlier spoke up suddenly, startling all of them.

"They're coming," she whispered, in a way that told Katara that she wasn't talking of them -- her voice had taken on a wispy quality, like a draft of wind. She blinked and looked at Katara full in the face. "They'll steal Mother away," she said pointedly, and then turned to the captain. "Can we go?"

The captain growled, but didn't say anything else, just storming onto the ship. They all stood around confusedly for a moment until the woman glanced them. "You coming or not?"

"He didn't..." Katara started, and then looked around. "He didn't really say we could come..."

"He took your money, didn't he?" she replied, raising an eyebrow. "That means you're coming with us to Sihnon. Now, come on."

--

Sokka didn't start to think this was a terrible, terrible idea until the ship started moving. And then he had to curb his fierce desire to scream like a little girl and crawl underneath the table because oh holy shit they were moving up and really really fast and there were other ships coming into land and oh fuck --

Suki, however, found the entire thing absolutely fascinating, if completely alien, and suggested that they go talk to the pilot, which was sure to calm Sokka's nerves.

And for once in his life, something actually went his way. The pilot turned out to be an affable, good-natured man who went by the name Wash because "my parents secretly hated me" and seemed genuinely interested in talking to them. They also discovered that he was married to the terrifying dark woman, which instantly earned Sokka's undying respect.

"So, uh, how does this thing work?" Sokka asked, absently playing with one of Wash's toys. He quite liked the spiny dinosaur -- it had character. "I mean, I kind of get the whole engine business, but how do you control it all from here if the engines are way down that way?"

Wash shrugged. "It's all hooked up. I need to be able to see where I'm going, and the engine lets off so much backdraft, if we keep it anywhere but the way back, we'd all die. I can teach you how to fly a ship, if you'd like."

"Really?"

"Sure," he replied, and smiled. "We'll start with one of the shuttles when we make our first stop. They're easier to handle and less expensive to fix."

"So," Suki interrupted, "what do we need to know to survive on this ship?"

"Don't piss Mal off, mostly," Wash said, shrugging. "Or Jayne, but he'll forgive just about anything if you're pretty enough. Do your part, stay out of the way if and when things get hairy, the general stuff. We won't eat you alive, I promise." He smiled, and for the first time since waking up in this awful place, Sokka actually felt like they might not all die screaming, horrible deaths.

"Um, I missed the introductions..." Suki muttered, and Wash glanced at her.

"Mal's the captain. Zoe's my wife, she's second-in-command. Jayne's the beast with the arms," he continued, miming giant biceps. "Kaylee's the mechanic, you met her on Persephone. Ah... Oh, Simon's the doctor, and River's his sister. She's the one with the, um, dress," he said, a touch lamely, as though there was something else he had really wanted to say but thought the better of it at the last minute. "And Inara's... Well, you haven't met her yet, but I'm sure you will."

"Isn't she the one you're picking up in this Sihnon place?" Sokka asked, watching the stars float by lazily. It was really pretty, being way out here, and being able to see the night sky from, well, the night sky. He could get used to this.

"Yeah, she is, but you'll meet her."

"We will? I thought we were stepping off there."

Wash gave him an odd look, and then stretched. "Well, Serenity's got a way of sticking with you," he replied ominously, and left it at that.

--

Zuko had discovered a kindred spirit. Aang, on the other hand, most certainly had not.

"I just don't think it's justified!"

"I just don't care," Mal grumbled into his mug of not-water. Zuko was beginning to consider getting himself a mug of not-water, but the prospect of being drunk, on a completely unfamiliar ship, with completely unfamiliar technology, in a completely unfamiliar world just struck him as the worst idea humanly possible, so he made do with a cup of extremely unsatisfying tea.

"Aang, not everyone shares your beliefs," he said, for about the thousandth time. "Captain Reynolds disagrees with you, and while you're on his ship, you'll just have to comply." He wondered vaguely what kind of mixed-up parallel universe they were in that he had become the peacemaker.

"So you think the ends justify the means?" Aang asked, unwilling to let it go. Zuko clutched his forehead, feeling a migraine coming on. This would all be much easier if everyone involved would just shut up.

"No," Mal replied coolly, "I just think that some people need to die."

--

She was not hiding. She was just worried about the structural stability of the metal ship in space and thought that it would be best to examine the walls and floor from a more... tactile position. At any rate, she was observing the stability of the walls and floor in a position that was very difficult to get into and even harder to spot, so the voice exactly three inches from her right ear unsettled her somewhat.

"I want you to teach me to waterbend," the strange girl said.

Katara's startled shriek reverberated through the ship.

--

"Okay, so explain to me what happened here," Mal said, in a long-suffering tone.

"She was hiding," River said, matter-of-factly. "I scared her."

"And now she can't get out from where she was hiding," he inferred, and then continued, louder, "seems like a bad choice of hiding places, don't it?"

Katara's muffled reply didn't quite reach the assembled crowd, but the gist of it did, and that basically amounted to eat shit and die.

"Geez, Katara, even I'm not scared," Toph said, snickering. Suki punched her lightly on the arm, but bit back a laugh anyway. It was rare that they got to see Katara so... humbled, and the sight was, admittedly, amusing as hell.

"It's different for you," she grumbled, voice taking on an oddly haunting quality from the close proximity of the metal spaceship and the way her whole body was squashed into the position she was in. "I'm... It's different," she finished, lamely.

"Okay," Kaylee trilled, waltzing into a room, ratchet wrench in hand. "This should get the bench off of her, and we can just put it back on when she's out, no harm done."

"From now on," Mal said, face buried in his hand (in precisely the same way that Zuko's was), "you are all going to stay in your rooms. Simon and River are just about moved out of their old rooms, so you'll be able to move in. I figure, the siblings can share?"

Suki raised a hand, "Sokka and I will share."

Mal blinked. "Oh good. More happy couples."

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Beauty In The Breakdown, 2/3. NC-17

eustacia_vye28 — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 02:47:33 GMT

Beauty In The Breakdown, 1/3. NC-17

eustacia_vye28 — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 00:59:09 GMT

Title: Beauty In The Breakdown
Author: Eustacia Vye
Author's e-mail: eustacia_vye28@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (One scene in this chapter. There's quite a bit of plot actually...)
Pairing: Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, River/Jayne
Disclaimer: Inception belongs to Christopher Nolan and not to me. Firefly/Serenity belongs to Joss Whedon. Their toys are fun to play with!
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-movie for both fandoms. For the inception_kink meme prompt in round 6: After being captured by the infant organization known simply as Blue Sun for their technology and knowledge, Arthur, Ariadne, and Eames awaken from stasis hundreds of years in the future in the cargo hold of Serenity. Slightly different from the prompt, but I hope it still works out. :) Title and chapter titles are from Frou Frou's "Let Go."
Summary: Most people think of Blue Sun as a research and development company, a place where new tech is tested for the good of the Alliance worlds. It was around for much longer than people realized, and not all of their research was intended to benefit the masses. Mal finds something in their storerooms while looking for archival data that changes things for the crew of Serenity.

One – Leave Your Things Behind

Mods, can I get an "Inception" tag?

Crossover Exchange!

perdiccas — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 17:06:43 GMT

Sign ups are open for the second xover_exchange, a multifandom crossover fic exchange. Firefly is one of 50 official fandoms. We had some great Firefly crossovers written for the previous round, so be sure to check them out and decide if you'd like to sign up for this round.

posted with mod permission

Five By Five, Sister (Firefly/B:tVS; PG-13; gen)

jedibuttercup — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 21:24:33 GMT

Title: Five By Five, Sister
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: BtVS/Firefly
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: 1600 words. Post-series and post-"Serenity". An interlude in the Ancient Slayers 'verse.

Summary: Buffy looked up as Faith reached the table, a faintly amused expression in her kohl-outlined eyes.

It was maybe three weeks after Faith met Malcolm Reynolds again on Haven that she finally settled enough of her affairs to rent a hangar on Aberdeen for a while. It was a quick hop from there to Beaumonde, where she'd arranged to meet him and his crew, and easier on the pocketbook than a garage on the wealthier world. Her current cover, Charity Chase-- a cloth merchant from Boros-- wasn't that high in the instep, and she wasn't about to tempt official interest in her nephew's direction just because it would have been more convenient to park her ship closer to the pick-up.

'Want, Take, Have' wasn't exactly a survivable motto anymore, not unless you had Parliamentary favor. The Allied Parliament wasn't anyone's idea of a fairy godmother, though; they weren't even as benevolent as Richard Wilkins had been, and Faith had a long memory for what that kind of favor cost.

Her shuttle docked about two hours before Serenity was due to arrive. On any other visit she'd have burned the extra time roaming the dockside shopping district, but peacekeepers in purple uniforms had started patrolling the Xian Wu and Qing Long systems more heavily since the Miranda broadwave. The last thing she needed was to catch the eye of an older Alliance officer who might remember the way things had gone down on Shadow. She'd made quite a name for herself in the local defence force there as Faith Harris, before they'd given up on ground action and bombed the planet to rubble. She and Elizabeth Reynolds, currently known as Xiaochen Williams-- not that Faith ever called B anything but Buffy to her face-- had both been listed as casualties, and that was the only reason they didn't still have live warrants on the Cortex.

Luckily, Faith had an in with the hot twins that ran the Maidenhead. They'd been overlooked in the sweep that took down most of the Independent-friendly dealers in the quadrant, and had been making money hand over fist ever since trying to keep up with the trade. She'd saved them from a predatory demon several years before, and helped them ward their bar against hostile non-humans later. They always had a glass of Ngkapei for her whenever she passed through, and they liked Mal well enough not to shoot him on sight, which was more than could be said for most of the other surviving brokers.

She eeled down the stairs into the bar without bothering to stop and lock her weapons; she knew the scanners would pick up the blades she was carrying, but the facial recognition software had been programmed to ignore her, and the autoalarms only went off if someone tried to sneak a gun past the entryway. She nodded to the barkeep, then made a scan of the corner tables, hoping to spend a couple of hours hanging out with one of the hosts. Fanty really did live up to his full name-- Fantastic-- and his brother Mingojerry wasn't half bad company, either.

Her hopeful mood crashed and burned, though, when she caught sight of someone else lurking at the brothers' preferred table, idly tracing one finger around the rim of a delicate teacup. The dim light and the fans fencing off the area obscured the woman's profile-- but Faith didn't need to see the color of her eyes or the exact shape of her mouth to recognize her sister when she saw her. She took a deep breath, shook off the chill of misgiving that shot through her nerves in that first instant of recognition, and approached the shadowed nook with a relaxed, casual stride.

Buffy looked up as she reached the table, a faintly amused expression in her kohl-outlined eyes. "Long time no see," she said, lifting the cup to Faith's presence.

"Ditto," Faith nodded. "This a private party, or you up for some company today?"

One slender leg kicked forward under the table, and the chair opposite B's scraped back a foot or so.

Faith took that as invitation and turned the chair around, straddling the seat and folding her arms over the back as she sat. "You're looking good," she said. "Trolling for a new husband?"

She'd learned to judge the state of Buffy's mind by her bodyweight; B grew lean and whipcord mean in the bad times, after breakups or disasters or too much time spent brooding. She never really got plump-- or even happy, not since they'd buried Dawnie back before the Migration-- but her face and her curves filled out a little whenever she found something to keep her occupied, enough to recall the vibrant teenager Faith had both loved and hated all those years ago. She was in good shape today, the first time Faith had seen her dressed to kill since they'd left Shadow.

"Not this time," Buffy said, a half-smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Believe it or not, I'm finally back on the payroll."

Faith stiffened at that. "Shensheng de gaowan," she blurted, then snorted at Buffy's raised eyebrows. "One of these days you've really got to pick up a little Mandarin, B. What changed your mind? I thought you cut off contact with the Council thirty years ago."

Buffy shrugged, then took a long sip from the teacup. Anyone else, she would have assumed they were drinking something a little stronger than tea; but B never really had learned to hold her liquor. She favored a strong, smoky blend of leaves that she swore was as good as coffee now that beans were so hard to come by, but Faith couldn't stand the stuff.

"Same reason I left it all behind in the first place," Buffy finally said, watching Faith closely for her reaction.

Kao! Fuck.

Faith's hands tightened on the chairback, hard enough that she could hear the wood creaking in protest. "And what's Mal got to do with the Council?" she asked, as coolly as she could.

"I don't know, maybe you should tell me," Buffy replied, tartly. She held Faith's gaze long enough to make her point, then looked away, letting down the façade a little. "Miranda wasn't the reason I came back, though. Zabuto tracked me down several monnths ago to look into a Potential who broke her contract and ran away to Sihnon, then turned con artist and ran again. I'd've told him to look you up instead, but he'd sent the list of her victims with it, and...." She shrugged.

Faith put two and two together, and came up with that hilarious story Mal's merc had told her that started with Mal in a dress and ended with her nephew bare-ass naked on Bellerophon. "You're kidding me. You're the reason Yolanda what's-her-name never came back for revenge?"

Buffy smirked, and took another sip of her tea.

"And let me guess, now that they've cooked you new records and you don't have a kid to protect, you decided you might as well keep your hand in," Faith sighed.

"I still do have a kid to protect," Buffy disagreed. "The Council's already got their eye on him. I kept him out of my personnel records, same as all my other kids, when he was born-- but they actually asked me to sign on board Serenity as a passenger slash bodyguard." Wry humor lit the depths of her eyes. "Since he's a symbol now, and all; and I should know what that's like."

Faith tipped her head back, shaking her head as she stared at the smoky ceiling. "Zao gao! Of course they did." She chuckled, darkly. "You know, I was going to go radio silent for this? I didn't think the council would approve. Why do they really want you there? To help him? Or to stop him from making more waves?"

"They haven't said one way or the other," Buffy shrugged. "They've got some good people, now. But they did when Travers was running it, too. And he's my son." Her hand tightened on the cup, knuckles whitening; Faith winced in anticipation, but she stopped just short of shattering it.

And that alarmed Faith as much as anything else about the whole conversation. Buffy was angry-- but she was also fully in control of her power and motivated, a combination Faith hadn't seen on her since Dawnie was alive. "Then how come you never told him you survived?" she asked.

Buffy's face twisted a little, and she looked away, words and body language all oblique to the question. "I don't do this. You know I don't do this, and you know why I don't do this. But it's too late now. I had him for twenty years, Faith."

Faith scrubbed a hand over her face. Yeah, she could see that. All her drifting, all that dressing up lives like an endless series of dolls and running when things got deep-- she'd been fractured so badly by her losses back on Earth, she'd never wanted to face pain like that again. Mal, though-- Buffy hadn't been able to leave him, like she had all her other children while they were still too young to remember her.

"Fine way to protect him," she said, slowly. "He's going to be furious when he sees you. And with me for not telling him."

"Better furious and alive than a martyr caught between the Alliance and the Council," Buffy said, grimly. "You with me on this?"

"What do you think?" Faith leaned forward and reached across the table. "Five by five, sister."

Buffy reached back, strong hand gripping hers, and smiled a wintry smile.

-~-

(x-posted to jedibuttercup)

Time to Stop Falling (Firefly/A:tS; PG-13; gen)

jedibuttercup — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 17:02:46 GMT

Title: Time to Stop Falling
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Fandoms: Firefly/Angel
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Challenge fic. Post-series and post-"Serenity". Same 'verse as Of the Wolf, Ram and Hart.

Summary: It unsettled Mal a little, the idea that there had been folk doing to others what had been done to River-- or near enough-- even so many years ago. 2100 words.

"So, what's the verdict, Doc?" Malcolm Reynolds said, looking down at the coffin-shaped crate his crew had brought over from the derelict starship.

Simon Tam, fugitive, annoying pain in his ass, and highly trained core doctor, looked up from the little glowing panel on the side of the crate and shook his head in bemusement. "I have no idea how this man is even still alive," he said. "For whatever value of alive might apply. This technology is centuries old; at least twice as old as the ship out there."

"A ship which represents an intriguing anomaly in its own right," Inara said, leaning against the cargo bay railing next to Mal. She was dressed finely as always, as befit her status as a highly trained and educated Companion; but she'd used a light hand on the makeup brush that day, and she went barefoot, as had been more common for her since the dustup at Miranda. Mal leaned a mite closer to her as they played spectator, and relished the uncomplicated warmth of her against his arm.

"Kaylee says that according to its registry, its last port of call was on Earth, under a company name listed only as W&H, but none of the parts are anywhere near as old as they should be if it were part of the colonial exodus," Inara continued. A delicate frown marred the fine skin of her brow.

"Someone, somewhere, really wanted this man saved," Simon sighed. Then he stood, brushing dirt from the knees of his trousers, and turned to look up at Mal. "Unfortunately, he was very severely wounded before he was put into stasis; the abdominal perforation on its own would have been a challenge to the medical profession of his day, but there are indications that he was mauled by some sort of creature afterward, which infected him with a very aggressive pathogen that I have no frame of reference for. It would be folly to try to heal him without knowing more; but we may not have a choice, given the deterioration in the chamber's systems. It could be weeks, days, or even hours before the circuitry fails; Kaylee would be able to pinpoint it more accurately, but it will definitely be soon. Likely before we can find a world with adequate medical facilities that will accept our custom."

Mal pursed his lips, considering the situation, and glanced up at the cargo bay doors that still stood open on their connecting passage with the derelict ship. Zoë and Kaylee were still exploring its dusty innards, looking for more useful bits and bobs that might've survived the passage of time and the long-ago attack that had left it drifting. "Seems to me we found him just in the nick of time, then."

"Seems to me our creepifyin' pilot might maybe have kenned he was there, and brought us out here to the ass end of nowhere on purpose," Jayne observed, coming down the hallway from the dining room. "Navigation error my ass." He took a spot on the railing on the other side of Mal, eyes fixed not on the crate but on the slight figure slumped against it, ear pressed against its side about where a man's heart should be.

"He's a fighter," River observed in a mournful tone of voice. "Name like a weapon. Fought like one too, noble and true even when he got confused." She smiled a little at that, then shifted, turning her face so she could look up at her brother. "Remembered too much. Some of it was made up, and there were too many secrets... but he found his way out and went down fighting, the way he'd always wanted."

Simon swallowed visibly at that; it was plain he understood from that speech what had drawn his Reader of a sister to their slumbering guest. Mal understood, too; and it unsettled him a little, the idea that there had been folk doing to others what had been done to River-- or near enough-- even so many years ago. He knew better than most how dark the seamy underbelly of Humanity could get, but like most Rim-world children raised on stories of Earth-That-Was, he still cherished the idea of their long-ago home as paradise lost: green and rich and covered in a multitude of separate nations, each with their own ideologies, cultures, and governments to bow to. No Alliance lese gathering all the worlds under one banner, whether they will or no.

"Well, we'll do our best to see he lives to fight another day, little one," he said, nodding down to her. "Won't turn a man in need away."

He had cause to regret that promise a few days later. The stasis chamber had failed, just as Simon had said it would; and their guest had pulled through, just as River had wanted. They hadn't counted on him waking as ornery as a bear caught in a trap.

After hours of difficult surgery and the use of more of Simon's stolen core-world drugs than they could really afford to spare, their guest had finally slipped into a healing sleep. Mal had left Jayne behind to guard him, while the rest of them went through the last of the records and antique goods brought off the Angel; fighter or no, it had seemed unlikely that a wounded man without a weapon on him would be any challenge to the mercenary's skill even if he should prove to be difficult. The first clue they'd had that anything was wrong had been a choked-off bellow of surprise, followed by the clanging of metal implements hitting the floor.

Mal was first down the stairs, with Zoë and River close behind him, and Simon on his sister's heels. He waved the others back as they came into range of the infirmary windows, easing his pistol out of its holster on his hip, and peered into the confined space; the normally orderly room was an unholy mess, tools and drugs strewn about every which-a-way, and Jayne backed into a corner by the shirtless patient. From the looks of his broad, bandaged chest, he'd torn a stitch or two in his waking, and the trembling of his visible muscles made it clear he'd run out of gas again soon-- but he had Jayne bent backward with a knife to his throat, and if they didn't interrupt him, soon might be too late.

"'Scuse me, is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" Mal said blandly, easing into the room gun-first. He'd be perfectly willing to put the pistol down to ease hostilities; but only if the other also lowered his knife, and in the meanwhile he might be able to shoot faster than that blade could cut. Man liked to keep his options open in a situation like that.

Strangely, the man paled even further at the sight of him, going all ashy-grey in the face. "Caleb," he blurted, then glanced past Mal's shoulder and swallowed visibly. "Jasmine," he whispered, sounding pole-axed. "What kinda Hell did I wake up in? Ain't y'all supposed to haunt the heroes, not their sidekicks?"

Something in Mal froze at the name the man had given him, and he lowered the gun slowly, putting connections together in his mind. Inara'd said the Angel sailed for a company name of W&H; could that stand for the Wolf, Ram, and Hart? Nigh on a year ago he'd been captured and tortured by a man looked just like Jayne that couldn't be killed without you staked him in the heart first and scattered him across the black in a dozen separate pieces. He'd called Mal 'Caleb', too. And Zoë had been real skittish about the matter; she'd known something about him, something beyond the legends of immortal assassins that slipped round the edges of the 'verse, that she hadn't been willing to say. The whole mess added up to a very ugly sum; one he wasn't sure he wanted more details of.

At least River had taken to this one. She hadn't gone anywhere near Hamilton's corpse when they'd had it aboard, not even as close as the kitchen.

"Ain't no kind of Hell at all," he said calmly, gesturing to Zoë to lower her gun as well. "Not to those of us as call it home. And we ain't who you think we are, neither. If you're thinkin' that one there's called Hamilton, got to tell you, I completely understand the urge you're havin' to kill him; but we took care of that tama de hundan last year. This here's Jayne Cobb, and he's a member of my crew. My name's Mal Reynolds. And my second here is Zoë Washburne."

"He ain't lyin'," Zoë said, quietly, at his side. "He ain't Caleb, and we've run afoul of the Wolf, Ram, and Hart before. Kinda curious that we found you on one of their ships, though."

The trapped panic in his eyes cleared a little at Zoë's calm insinuation, and he straightened a little, loosening his grip on Jayne's throat. "Don't know about any ship. Last thing I knew, Wolfram and Hart had sent an army to kill me and mine. Their kind of severance agreements are just a little on the literal side, and your guy here looks exactly like their hatchet man."

"No hatchets here," River said, pushing Zoë and then Mal gently out of her way and gliding into the room. "Just people, who want to be your friends."

Mal was tempted to grab hold of the girl and stop her, but she'd more than proven she knew her way around sharp edges, feng-le or not. And she had drawn them to him. Hopefully, she had a plan.

Their guest relaxed a little further, looking at her; she was wearing a long, flowing gown gone ragged at the hem, one of Inara's cast-offs, a size or two loose on her, with her hair all down and tangled. She looked younger than she was, and next best thing to harmless. "And who are you, little girl?" he asked.

"I'm River," she said calmly, halting a few arm-lengths away. His knife had pressed closer to Jayne's throat again as she approached, but he stopped again when she did. A slow bead of blood welled up, trickling down Jayne's throat; Jayne swallowed, but his eyes were still clear, and Mal could see one of his hands groping along the nearby counter for something of use.

"It's rude to ask my name and not offer yours, though," River chided him.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Gunn," he said, grudgingly. "They call me Gunn."

"Strong name for a strong man," River mused, tipping her head to the side. "You've been asleep five hundred years, Gunn."

"Five hundred-- what?" he objected. The tremor in his muscles had increased, and he blinked as though the lights in the room were blinding him, but he still didn't let go his weapon.

"Say goodbye to everything you ever knew," she told him, in gentle tones. "Time to stop falling."

That caught at Gunn's breath; and finally, finally he lowered the knife toward the floor. Jayne skittered away as soon as the blade left his throat, swinging around a bedpan he'd picked up to brain him with; River slid inside his reach just in time, catching the metal before it could impact. Then she turned to catch Gunn as his eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped toward the floor.

Simon edged into the infirmary then, to help her ease his patient back onto the bed; and Jayne swore, grabbing up a piece of gauze and pressing it to his neck as he stormed out of the room.

Mal turned his eyes toward his second, thoughtful and quiet, as they backed out to let Simon work. "Notice you didn't tell the man you weren't what he called you," he said, slowly.

A grim smile turned up one corner of her mouth. "No, no I didn't," she said. "And that still ain't a story I'm anywhere near ready to tell."

"You're still my Zoë, though," he added for clarification's sake, raising his eyebrows at her.

Her expression softened a little, and she nodded. "Always was, sir."

He sighed. "Good. Then whenever you're ready to tell's soon enough. Meantime, though, I'd better go make sure navigation's set."

"I'll keep an eye out here," Zoë assured him.

And that was that. Mal shook his head as he tramped back up to the bridge, wondering what in the tian xiode would happen next.

-~-

(x-posted to jedibuttercup)

World Enough And Time

eustacia_vye28 — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 02:11:20 GMT

Title: World Enough and Time (sequel to "It Hasn't Happened Yet")
Author: Eustacia Vye
Author's e-mail: eustacia_vye28@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: River Tam/Jack Harkness. Sort of.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Joss owns River and the Beeb owns Jack. I like making them dance.
Spoilers/Warnings: Takes place post-movie and post-porn battle drabble for River, and pre-DW/TW for Jack. Oh, time traveling fun. You don't need to have read that other drabble first. Written for the "isolation/locked in" box on my hc_bingo card.
Summary: No one checked on anything in the Outer Rim worlds. Until they do.

It was about time to get off this blasted piece of rock...

Two crossover fics!

eustacia_vye28 — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 01:57:56 GMT

Title: A Trick Of The Light
Author: Eustacia Vye
Author's e-mail: eustacia_vye28@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: River Tam/Dean Winchester
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'm playing with them anyway.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for Season 4/5 of Supernatural (which I actually never saw, so it's not much of a spoiler) and spoilers of a sort for the BDM. Written for Porn Battle X.
Summary: Dean doesn't know how he got to the Academy. But when he meets River Tam, he doesn't care.

A Trick Of The Light

Title: Buried Treasure
Author: Eustacia Vye
Author's e-mail: eustacia_vye28@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: River Tam/Doctor (Eleven)
Disclaimer: Very not mine, but oh so much fun to play with.
Spoilers/Warnings: Takes place sometime during Series 5 for the new Doctor Who, and post-BDM for Firefly. Written for Porn Battle X.
Summary: Eleven planned on showing Amy the special collection at the Tam Museum. He got the date wrong, however, so he gets to meet River Tam (again) for the first time.

Buried Treasure

Wild West, Motherf***er - Firefly/Death Proof

entwashian — Tue, 18 May 2010 07:17:13 GMT

Title: Wild West, Motherf***er
Author: entwashian
Rating: R
Fandoms: Firefly/Death Proof
Characters/Pairings: Kim, Abernathy, Jayne (gen)
Warnings/Spoilers: These women do NOT cuss in Mandarin.
Series: pre-series for Firefly, AU for Death Proof
Word Count: 540
Author's Note: Written for razycrandomgirl in the whedonland gift-giving challenge.

"We’re not leaving without her.”

"We Go On" - Firefly/Stargate

sentientcitizen — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 15:31:10 GMT

Title: We Go On
Author: sentientcitizen
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Firefly, Stargate SG1
Characters/Pairings: Malcolm Reynolds/Inarra Serra, Adria
Warnings/Spoilers: This story contains spoilers up to the end of Stargate SG-1, but before the Ark of Truth; up to the end of Firefly, but before Serenity.
Notes/Disclaimers: I own nothing, Firefly and Stargate belong to their respective creators. This fic was written for bluflamingo as part of The Multi-Fandom Crossover Fanfiction Exchange, with the help of my betas robinyj and nowcarpediem.

( Not to rush you fine folk or any such thing, but I’d greatly appreciate it someone could answer one simple little question: tzuh muh luh? )

Out of the Black 8/8 Complete

rayruz — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 11:56:29 GMT

Title: Out of the Black
Chapter: 8/8
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/Firefly
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ensemble, both shows. Very Kara-centric and Lee-centric, somewhat Roslin-centric
Pairings: Mostly gen, with canon pairings (Kara/Lee primarily, with mentions of Kara/Sam, Lee/Dee, Adama/Roslin, Helo/Athena) and Kaylee/Tyrol
Summary: Just before the jump to Earth, the Fleet comes into contact with a small transport ship of non-Colonial origins. (AU after Revelations)
Spoilers: Up to and including Season 4.5 for BSG and the Big Damn Movie for Firefly.
Author's Note: I wrote the original Out of the Black over a year ago, and looking back was not pleased with it at all, there was so much I wanted to do with the story that I just didn't pull off and so I decided to rewrite it, do more justice to both of the stories I wanted to tell. The original story is still archived at ootbverse and will remain there. If you have read the original, I welcome you to read this new version of the story as it does take a different direction from the original. Beta'd by callmeonetrack . All information on the 'Verse detailed in this fic has been taken from the Map of the Verse poster and the Atlas of the Verse booklet.

Previous Chapters Here

( So much for bright, shiny futures, huh? )