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Just posted the last chapter of my Nathan-Fillion-in-space fanfic. It had to end some time, folks…

Read it at FanFiction.net, FireflyFans.net, or SerenityMovie.org.

If you're following my fanfic — and of course you are — a new chapter has just been posted. Nathan's trial is over and he's been sentenced to a fate worse than death. Oh, and death.

Check it out at FanFiction.net, FireflyFans.net, or SerenityMovie.org.

Margie hated February 15th.

Bad enough she didn't have her own valentine, but she had to clean up after the ones that did, and that was torture.

The sheets in 206 were covered in baby oil. Flower petals and torn lingerie clogged up the tub in 210. 211's headboard was actually dented, for God's sake.

Grumbling, she pushed into 212 and found another depressed soul. Alone, sitting on the bed, still in a tuxedo, he was staring at an unopened box of chocolates and looking handsome and vulnerable.

"Happy Valentine's Day to me," Margie whispered, and she closed the door.

I'm happy. The Serenity movie site just had a contest to win props from the movie; 1st prize was a complete Alliance uniform, runner-up prizes were chopsticks used in the movie. The assignment was to write a report from the point of view of an Alliance officer on the day River Tam escaped from the Academy, with a limit of 10,000 characters.

Here's my runner-up-winning entry: Read the rest of this entry »

A last touch of makeup, and she was complete. Her eyes opened.

“Where am I? Who are you?”

“You are the finest woman in creation, and I am your creator. I spent twenty years crafting you to be the most beautiful, intelligent, sensual woman that ever existed. Look at yourself.”

“Oh! That’s me? I look like a goddess!”

“You are a goddess, and together we will scale the heights of ecstasy!”

“But you look kind of ordinary.”

“Yes, well, I am but a normal human.”

“Huh.” She looked in the mirror again. “I can do better,” she said, and left.

Shelby suddenly stopped with her drink halfway to her lips.

"Something wrong, miss?" the bartender asked.

"I just realized," she said, amazed. "I've had sex with everyone in this room."

"Pardon?"

"My ex-boyfriend is over there, with his brother. I've done 'em both. The man that just walked in is my neighbor. And I used to work for the dark-haired guy at the end of the bar, we were very close."

"And the lady with him?"

"We were even closer."

"That still leaves one."

She turned, slowly, and looked at him. "Why, so it does," she said, and she smiled.

Saw a link off the QuestionableContent.net site about a lady who writes 55-word stories. Complete beginning-middle-and-end stories, often with illustrations. She also accepts submissions, and I was curious to see if I could write one, so…

Here's mine.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She started, guiltily, dropping the pills, before her usual melodrama caused her to swoon majestically in black leather and heavy eyeliner. "Bereft of love in this wretched plane, I seek the affections of la belle dame sans merci to kiss these cold lips!"

The sight of this otherwise beautiful woman gothed to a ridiculous extreme touched my heart once again. I embraced her with all the love and warmth I'd been saving for her, unnoticed. She melted with surprise against my warmth, my life.

"She's not your type," I said, and I kissed her.

On the Serenity site, there's a challenge to write Zoe and Wash's wedding vows. I couldn't let this pass, and I thought you might get a kick out of what I came up with.

The Wedding Vows of Zoe and Hoban Washburne

MINISTER: So, are we all ready?

ZOE: You sure about this, hon?

WASH: Absolutely. Are we supposed to be wearing those robe things?

MINISTER: If you like, but it’s not–

ZOE: Because if it’s just to get me into bed, I was all ready to go without the preacher here to nod at me. In fact, I thought we were just about to–

WASH: Not even on my mind. Well, OK, it’s been on my mind a little. OK, I walked into several walls on the way over here, but I love you, Zoe. I want us to be together first, all official like. I’m old fashioned. Also, insanely jealous. This is legally binding, right? Can they make the rings really tight?

ZOE: Didn’t have anything to do with the captain being away on a job overnight?

WASH: I am offended by the very accusation. You don’t think he’ll come back early, do you?

MINISTER: Would you like a few moments? Couples often have last minute discussions that occasionally get quite spirited. We have a special room right back here. It’s padded. Breakable furniture is available, for a small fee.

WASH: We’re good, fire it up.

MINISTER: Fair enough. Let’s see, I’ve got your paperwork right here, let’s begin. Hoban—

ZOE: Wait a minute. “Hoban”?

WASH: Why do you think I go by “Wash”?

ZOE: I may want to rethink this.

WASH: Hurry, man, before she comes to her senses! The drugs will wear off soon!

MINISTER: Um, yeah, Wash, ni yuan yi qu Zoe zuo wei ni de qi zi ma, yu ta zai sheng shen de hun yu zhong gong tong sheng huo? Wu lun shi ji bing huo jian kang, ping qong huo fu yu, mei mao huo shi se, shun li huo shi yi, ni dou yuan yi ai ta, an wei ta, zunjinta, bao huo ta? Bi yuan yi zai ni men yi sheng zhi zhong dui ta yong yuan zhong xing bu bian?

WASH: Yupper.

MINISTER: And Zoe, ni yuan yi qu Ho… um, I mean Wash, here, zuo wei –

MAL: Wow! Is this a party? Are there presents?

WASH: Oh, jiba dan.

KAYLEE: I don’t believe you two were doing this without us! We didn’t have a bridal shower or dress rehearsals or fertility festivals or those cute games with ribbons or nuthin’.

ZOE: And that’s why we snuck out.

MAL: It wasn’t because of any pesky orders your captain might have given you?

WASH: Orders? What orders? Were there orders? When were there orders?

ZOE: You were busy, we didn’t want to worry you with trifling matters. Matters not any of your business.

MAL: Mighty thoughtful of you, considering my feelings and all that. Say, does this ceremony have one of those “if anyone has any reason” clauses? I always love that part.

ZOE: No, sir. It doesn’t. We chose it special.

MAL: Pity. Can’t go wrong with the classics.

KAYLEE: Coulda at least let us know to show up. You don’t even got a proper bouquet to toss.

WASH: Might not be a good idea. If Zoe here throws anything it’s usually to pin someone to a wall. Granted, a bouquet would be more colorful than usual, but…

ZOE: And just what’s that supposed to mean?

WASH: What? That you’re a warrior woman. I get that. I even like that.

ZOE: Like it? Like it how? Like a snuggly like it?

WASH: I mean I really–

MAL: Can I object anyway? Just on general principle? And because I have a gun?

ZOE: You can sit there. Kaylee, you sit there. And be quiet and respectable or we won’t let you watch.

WASH: Watch?

ZOE: The wedding, dear. Focus.

WASH: Right, got it. Get going, preacher, there’s some urgency building up here.

MAL: That’s why you’re getting married? Hydraulics?

MINISTER: I hate it when the family shows up, it always gets messy.

ZOE: And Zoe…

MINISTER: And Zoe, ni yuan yi qu Wash zuo wei ni de jan fu ma, yu ta zai sheng shen de hun yu zhong gong tong sheng huo? Wu lun shi ji bing huo jian kang, ping qong huo fu yu, mei mao huo shi se, shun li huo shi yi, ni dou yuan yi ai ta, an wei ta, zunjinta, bao huo ta? Bi yuan yi zai ni men yi sheng zhi zhong dui ta yong yuan zhong xing bu bian?

ZOE: O yuan yi.

MINISTER: Under the eyes of God, and with the power vested in me by the Shuang Xi Wedding Chapel and All-Nite Happy Luck Casino, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the… oh.

KAYLEE: Oh, that’s so sweet! I’m gonna cry, captain, don’t let me cry.

MAL: I’m getting a little weepy myself.

KAYLEE: Then why do you look mad?

MAL: That’s how I get when I’m weepy. Inside I’m sobbing like a little girl, honest.

KAYLEE: You got no romance in you, that’s what.

MAL: Like as you’re right. She’s gonna want time off for a honeymoon now, you wait. Maybe even a whole day.

KAYLEE: Huh. You think they’re ever gonna stop kissing?

MAL: Gotta replenish their life support sometime.

WASH: Hey, Mrs. Washburne.

ZOE: Honey?

WASH: Yes, sweet?

ZOE: I’m keeping my own name.

WASH: Do I still get to see you naked?

ZOE: Oh, yes.

WASH: Then you can call yourself anything you want. Absolutely nothing can ruin this for me. We’ve got nuthin’ but good times ahead.

JAYNE: Am I too late? Do I get to kiss the bride? I done brushed my teeth and everything. Is she pregnant yet?

ZOE: Dear? Would you defend my honor by holding my coat while I beat up this man?

WASH: Anything for you, lambikins. I’m your rock.

JAYNE: Wait! I wuz kiddin’! Ain’t brides supposed to be all demure and suchli… ow! Ow!

MAL: Sad how marriage softens a person, ain’t it?

WASH: Yeah. Before this she woulda just shot him.

KAYLEE: Just like the weddings at home. ‘Cept I got no bouquet to catch, o’course.

MAL: Little Kaylee, the other people in the room are me, the reverend, and Jayne. Of all of us, which one you think’s getting married next?

KAYLEE: Good point. Thank you, cap’n!

WASH: You think she’s ever gonna stop hitting him?

"So, Mr. Flint, at last you're mine. Finally I shall get what I want."

Flint pulled helplessly at the ropes. He couldn't get free, she had his guns and his watch, and his wireless molar required line-of-sight to work. "Never!" he spat, thinking furiously.

She straddled him, her weight pressing pleasantly against his body. "Never?"

"I'll never talk! No secrets, no codes, no aaahh!" He moaned as she thrust her tongue into his ear.

"I don't want your secrets," she murmured.

"You don't? Then why…?"

"Don't you ever go off-duty?" she asked, and, careful of tripwires, she unbuttoned his shirt.