Well, lets start by giving an explanation. All of the stories that follow are in response to prompts from the Joss100 insane prompt table. You can find it on lj at the community joss100. There are 100 prompts to write 100 stories. I'll post them all as chapters rather than flood everything. All of these are under 1000 words and they are all crack fic basically. They all involve Simon in some way shape or form.
Slash abides here! Whether it's all out or just hints. So don't read if you don't like it. You have been warned.
So enjoy! These are meant to be for fun. Leave a comment if you liked it. Or if you didn't. Whatever.
The prompt used for the story will be in the title.
This first one involves Simon (le duh) and Wash.
The Second Tuesday of Next Week
Simon crossed his arms, his shadow looming over Wash and blocking out his view of the windscreen.
"You're late," Simon intoned in a voice just this side of pissed off.
Wash was looking up at him, contrite as could be. Simon wasn't buying it. "Uh... Late for what?"
"The infirmary. Next week. Tuesday, you said."
"No... I think...you're mistaken. 'Cause I said the...second Tuesday...of next week." Simon raised an eyebrow. "This is space! Time doesn't have meaning. And it's not the second Tuesday yet. So I'm sorry, doctor, but I just don't have time." Wash went stubbornly back to pretending to fly the ship.
Simon sighed, rolling his eyes. He wouldn't have thought anyone on this ship would cringe so much. "Everyone else has already gone through this and they're fine."
"Second Tuesday," Wash insisted.
"Fine," Simon gave in in frustration. He waited a beat with Wash watching him suspiciously from the corner of his eye. "Time has no meaning though, so it's the second Tuesday when I say it is. Hold out your arm, Wash."
Simon uncrossed his own arms and held up the far too large needle meant to inoculate them all before they were to set down planet side the next day. Wash whimpered and held his arms close.
"Don't make me get Jayne."
Wash sighed and held out his arm.