It appears I've already done this one. And that I can no longer keep phonetically similar but meaning-different words apart. (I tried to spell one won)
Anyways. Story. Yes? Yes.
Author's Notes: This list of stuff is really long and I have a lot to post tonight... so I'm probably not going to be very wordy.
Disclaimer: As for all in my Lover100, I DO NOT OWN.
In the year and some months that River had been on Serenity, she had made everyone except Jayne laugh. She assumed this was in part due to having slashed him months and months ago. Jayne was slow on trust and even slower to trust after being hurt. She’d noticed his not laughing when she’d come out of the fog of Miranda and Mr Universe’s moon. Over the month that followed, she’d tried everything she could think of-dry humor, perky silly antics, pointed humor, everything she could think of. He just looked at her as if he had not known what she wanted and then gone back to eating his dinner.
Kaylee and Inara had quickly figured out what she was trying to do and could barely suppress their giggles and smiles. As she finished up the story, Mal and Jayne both looked at her and frowned, wondering what she was up to. She didn’t understand why it wasn’t as funny as it sounded to her. How so many of the jokes and stories would either go over his head or he just didn’t think were funny.
She suspected treachery. She wasn’t quite sure who exactly, but someone must have told him. As soon as he knew something he became much harder to break.
It came as a surprise, then, when he busted out laughing one evening, full on guffaws. She’d just tripped over one of Kaylee’s wrenches-Kaylee had been cleaning her tools (which only happened once every few months) and had forgotten about the one that’d fallen to the floor. So had River. An alarm had gone off on the bridge and she hadn’t anticipated one, so she’d been in a hurry to get there and had not taken into consideration invisible environmental factors on her way. So, when she should have been half way through the corridor to get to the bridge, she was windmilling her arms, frantically grasping anything in reach to stay upright. It had apparently included the wall, dance steps even she had not yet invented, and prayer.
She had managed it too, honestly, but she was fairly positive she hadn’t looked professional or graceful while doing so.
Jayne had been sitting at the other end of the table cleaning his guns and once River had found the ship’s gravity again and locked her feet to the floor, had burst out into guffaws, long and loud.