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[cherry]

Am finally registered in all my classes. Go me.

Am slightly confused, as there are a few (large) stories vying in my mind to be written: the DLM one, Detective Frannie Vecchio, the latest Emma piece, a Firefly war story, the 1987 O11 one, that piece for the Fandom Which Must Not Be Named...

This has led to a logjam in my brain, so I am taking requests for drabble (I promise at least a drabble) and/or icons.

That's right, get your drabble and/or icons here.

I think you all know fandomwise. XM, dS, DLM, HP, O11, LXG, CSI, Alias, Firefly, Eternal Sunshine, Disney, PotC, Dogma, Power Play... I'd try DCU, SV, the Fandom That Must Not Be Named, or pretty much anything else you throw at me.

Fandom, media (fic/icon), prompt (optional).

Please?

Comments

[abelladonna.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Jayne/Kaylee, "his guns always made me a mite nervous"

::loves on you::

[cherryice.livejournal.com]

Ficlet, I assume? It's a pretty long quote for an icon.

[abelladonna.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Ummmm... sorry for not giving enough info...

[cherryice.livejournal.com]

It's all good. *G* Common sense should have told me.

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"Mal?"

"Yeah."

Inara shook her head slightly, and Kaylee felt the brush moving through her hair pause. Hardly a second, she thought, but with someone as graceful as Inara it said a lot.

Jarred Fry didn't raise no fools.

"Yeah,"Kaylee said. "Mal. Isn't too hard to look at, is he?"

"No, he's not," Inara said with a wry smile. Continued to brush Kaylee's hair. "He is, however, insufferable to speak with for any length of time, and has a oftentimes hypocritical spate of protective instincts."

"He doesn't mean anything by it, 'Nara," Kaylee said. "Just his way."

"Yes, well," Inara said, placing the hairbrush carefully on her table, "You know what they say about leopards and their spots."

"You ever seen a leopard?"

"Once. On Ariel, actually."

"Always wanted to see one. Fancy client took you on a safari?"

Inara laughed lightly. Dug through a drawer. "To the zoo."

"Was it pretty?" Kaylee asked, eyes closed.

"Fierce," Inara said, and Kaylee could hear her smile. "Caged, but you could tell she was fierce."

Hands in her hair again, separating and twisting and pinning. "Is that why you're leaving?" she asked, finally. "Cap'n and his protective instincts?"

Inara's hands stilled completely this time. "It's complicated, Kaylee."

Kaylee kept her eyes closed, because she didn't want to see the reflection of Inara's eyes. "Because he doesn't mean anything by it, he doesn't."

"Kaylee," Inara said. "Kaylee. I haven't been happy for a long time. This is just..."

"The straw that broke the camel's back," Kaylee said. "I know, Inara, I know. I just. I don't want you to go."

"Oh, sweet heart," Inara said, and drew her close. Hugged her tight, and Kaylee opened her eyes and stared determinedly across the room. She was not going to sniffle all over Inara's fancy dress. "I am going to miss you so much."

Okay, maybe she was going to sniffle a little. "Me too," she said. "Who's going to make me all pretty when you're not here?"

And Inara laughed. "Just remember to wash your face, and you'll be fine. If you ask nicely, I'm sure Jayne will do your hair."

Kaylee pulled back and frowned. "His guns always make me a mite nervous."

"Somehow, mei mei," Inara said, and stroked her hair, "I don't think that's something you have to worry about."