[Firefly] (PG)
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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for Any, any, they keep shovels on the spaceship for days like these.
Kaylee found them in a nook in the hold while she was looking for a short in Serenity's wiring. "Cap'n, what've we got these shovels for?" she called out to Mal.
Mal peered into the nook, glancing at the shovels. "Oh, them's in case we get a job on St. Alban's."
"St. Alban's? Never heard 'a that place," Kaylee said, crawling out. "Why would you need shovels if we land there?"
"Hope y' never find out," Mal said, with a shiver that Kaylee wasn't sure she liked the looks of.
As if talking about the place jinxed it into happening, the next group of passengers that hired them was going to St. Alban's.
As soon as they landed, Kaylee knew just why they needed the shovels: the moment the ramp to the hold open, snow started to drift in through the entryway. And then it stopped opening.
"Better get them shovels out now," Mal said. "Won't get the ramp open unless we shovel our way out."
Kaylee shinnied up the inner side of the ramp, using the stringers and chinks between the plates as finger and toe holds: already, she could feel cold air coming in through the opening.
Once she got to the top, she poked her head out. Snow covered the landscape and more came down even as she perched on the ship. As far as the eye could see, the land lay under a blanket of white. They'd landed in a snowdrift, and more snow propped against the ramp, making it harder to open it all the way.
"Golly, you weren't kiddin', Cap'n," she called back.
Kaylee found them in a nook in the hold while she was looking for a short in Serenity's wiring. "Cap'n, what've we got these shovels for?" she called out to Mal.
Mal peered into the nook, glancing at the shovels. "Oh, them's in case we get a job on St. Alban's."
"St. Alban's? Never heard 'a that place," Kaylee said, crawling out. "Why would you need shovels if we land there?"
"Hope y' never find out," Mal said, with a shiver that Kaylee wasn't sure she liked the looks of.
As if talking about the place jinxed it into happening, the next group of passengers that hired them was going to St. Alban's.
As soon as they landed, Kaylee knew just why they needed the shovels: the moment the ramp to the hold open, snow started to drift in through the entryway. And then it stopped opening.
"Better get them shovels out now," Mal said. "Won't get the ramp open unless we shovel our way out."
Kaylee shinnied up the inner side of the ramp, using the stringers and chinks between the plates as finger and toe holds: already, she could feel cold air coming in through the opening.
Once she got to the top, she poked her head out. Snow covered the landscape and more came down even as she perched on the ship. As far as the eye could see, the land lay under a blanket of white. They'd landed in a snowdrift, and more snow propped against the ramp, making it harder to open it all the way.
"Golly, you weren't kiddin', Cap'n," she called back.
