Title: Cargo
Author: Omorocco
Rating: G AKA K
Summary: Serenity picks up some cargo and a familiar face on Persephone. Firefly/Doctor Who Crossover. Pointless One Shot.
Disclaimer: I am Joss Whedon hear me roar! Okay fine I'm not, and I'm not the BBC either. Therefore I do not own any of these characters, though I definitely wouldn't mind owning Mal…
Authors Notes: Set after Serenity and say during Series three of Doctor Who, if Jack were still with The Doctor and Martha.
See I imagine The Doctor and Martha tinkering away at the TARDIS on Boros while Jack heads to Persephone for much needed parts etc. Well The Doctor would be tinkering at any rate.
"So what business do you have on Boros?"
"I have a friend there with a ship." Captain Jack Harkness motioned to the cargo hold below them, stacked high with crates of parts and supplies that had been delivered to Serenity that morning from shipyards and junkyards alike. "Though it's not going to get far without this lot."
"Looks like quite a refit you have on your hands. What's her class?" Mal asked faux-casually. He had seen most of the cargo that Jack had brought on-board, and never in his life had he heard of a ship that required a crate of steel slinkies to keep it flying.
"A Type 40 TT. Not much to look at on the outside, but she'll last forever."
"Can't say I'm familiar with it."
"Not many people would be, a real one of a kind. She's called The Tardis…"
Jack paused as a pair of small arms suddenly appeared, wrapping themselves about his stomach. Jack raised an eyebrow in surprise at Mal, and looked over his shoulder, attempting to locate the owner of said arms.
Mal sighed, inwardly. "River-"
"I like this one." River's soft voice interrupted. "He's a stone in a pond."
Her voice suddenly took on a peculiar, Londinium accent "A fixed point…"
Jack felt his heart skip a beat. A pair of big brown eyes appeared around his arm, looking imploringly at her Captain, and River's voice was her own again. "Can I have him?" Her pale hands rubbed at their passenger's stomach as if he were some great cat.
"No pets… Now shoo, get back to the bridge make sure we ain't gonna crash, soon as we get inta the air."
Releasing the new passenger, River pouted at Mal as she stepped silently past him, and back up to the cockpit.
For a minute the two Captain's just looked at one another.
"That's River, my pilot." Mal finally broke the silence.
"She seemed nice. Friendly, one might say."
"Yes, well she is that." Mal studied the thoughtful expression on the other man's face as he contemplated his young, and impressionable Little Albatross.
And decided it was his Captain-y duty to do something about that hint of a smirk.
"A bit 'off her Gourd' on occasion-" He said offhandedly "but the Doc's pretty sure she's over her indiscriminate stabbing and slashing phase… mostly."
Jack's face paled a shade or two. Mal clapped him on the back. "Right – I best show you to the guest quarters then."