To my potential readers: A warning of sorts, as well as an explanation. For the two of you out there that have read my previous works, you should know that I always use an OC. For those of you that don't know that, well, now you do. And I do this on purpose, not to screw with the characters I'm borrowing, or to make Mary-Sues that make you want to gag, but to practice creating and developing characters in a controlled environment. This story isn't dissimilar, but has one major difference, as the OC in this story is the conglomeration of all my OC's, with variations. In a way, this is the ultimate crossover as well, since my character has lived in quite a few other works, i.e. Harry Potter, Gundam Wing, and a few of my original worlds as well, all of which will be alluded to in further chapters. Not that you really need it for this plot line, or particularly care. As with a few of my other pieces, this is posted purely for the all-powerful Ro-chan, who has been begging to see the work I haven't been keen on posting.
That said, welcome to the dark recesses of my twisted imagination. Please enjoy your stay.
But She's A Guy
Chapter one ~ Shut Up
Frank hummed a tune under her breath as she made her way through the cargo bay to the showers. It had been a couple days since her last, and after the latest job, she figured she deserved a long one. After all, it wasn't everyday a gal, who everyone thought was a guy, single-handedly saved the day and earned herself a 2% bonus on her cut. It was probably also the last time she'd hear the captain insist she and Jayne leave the grenades at home. So she'd take a couple more minutes under the hot water today. It was, after all, one of the few times she allowed herself to truly feel like a girl, especially since times like these led to very distracting thoughts on her partner in crime that made remaining professional a little more than difficult around the old merc.
It was still odd, thinking of herself as a girl while wearing a male glamour during the majority of her waking hours, but at least Doc Tam and his sister knew her real gender, so she tried not to mind the strangeness. She'd had practice enough the last six months on the starship Serenity that it was nearly second nature, pretending to be a man around the crew. Even talking like a man wasn't hard anymore, especially since she didn't need to alter her voice all that much, naturally low for a woman as it was. Some days she entertained the idea of dropping the glamour, coming clean and admitting that she'd tricked them with her magic, but then she'd remember the last crew she'd signed on with and how long it had taken their mercs to force her up against a wall when no one was looking. It was a desperate measure, but a necessary one, to make people see her skills instead of her bust size. Maybe when she knew she had Jayne and the captain under control she could risk it. Even then, she'd have to make sure they were planet-side so she could make a quick getaway if it didn't go over well that she was not only a girl, but a witch as well.
Frank slowed in disappointment when she recognized the sound of the one working shower already in use. Never one for virtues, patience was something she never seemed to have enough of, and waiting in line for hot water was not on her list of things she loved to do. She was about to round the corner when she heard a shuffling sound and someone talking. Not caring to witness someone running out to the bench or their locker to get forgotten shampoo or whatnot, she hesitated, waiting for the sound of a curtain being slid closed to signal when the coast was clear.
There was another shuffle and a clang, as though a large amount of flesh had met a large amount of metal, and Frank frowned. Had someone tripped? There was a grunt, and then a rough voice raised above the sound of the water. "Shut up and I might'n take you raw," it commanded. Frank froze. That was Jayne.
"Please," she heard Simon's muffled begging. From the way it echoed slightly, she guessed his face was pressed against one of the lockers. "If I've somehow offended you, I apologize, just don't do this," he whined. Any thought that Frank might have been entertaining about this not being a rape fled her mind. There was no way in any universe that Simon would willingly bed Jayne, knowledge of her feelings for the merc aside.
Heavy breathing floated in the air for a moment before Jayne's gruff voice drowned it out. "Yer ruttin' pants are what's offendin' Doc. Now take 'em off or I'll cut 'em off."
Frank felt the color drain from her face, much the way she was sure it had drained from Simon's. "I'd rather die," he choked out.
The shrug that followed was practically audible. "Cuttin' it is."
"Please, Jayne," Simon tried again, although his pleading didn't mask the sound of tearing fabric. "I'll – I'll give you my cut, I'll pay you everything I have – "
"Ain't money I'm lookin' fer right now, and ya gotta pay for what'cha seen."
There was a clatter of steel on steel and Frank knew the man had discarded his knife. Ignoring the rapid beating of her heart, she silently put down her shower supplies and turned the corner, bringing the horrific scene finally into view. Sure enough, Simon was being pressed into a locker door, the remnants of his wet clothing in shreds around his ankles. Jayne, also naked, had a hand between the doctor's shoulder blades, the other pinning Simon's hands above his head. Both were soaking wet and by the amount of water on the floor, there had been quite a tussle that led up to their current position. Panic and fury seemed to be running at her in waves as she inched forward. "I told you, I didn't see – Ah!"
Frank froze again at the cry of pain, afraid that her tiny gasp would have been enough to gain the man's attention, and if there was a dive for the knife, now lying on the floor just behind the big merc, she wasn't going to get at it in time from where she was. "And that's just a finger," Jayne said viciously, making her blood curdle, but it confirmed that he was still unaware of her presence. "So if'n ya wanna walk after this, shut the rut up."
Jayne yanked his finger out, causing Simon to cry out again, and popped open the lotion bottle she recognized from Simon's personal shelf in the infirmary. She almost growled, not knowing why it pissed her off so bad that it would be Simon's lotion he used for such a purpose. "Please…!" the doctor moaned lowly as Jayne lined himself up for the first awful thrust.
Jayne put his soiled hand to Simon's mouth so as to muffle the shriek, and it took everything in Frank not to jump on the man and start beating him to death. Her secret love for him aside, what he was doing was inexcusable. She focused on the knife instead of the series of cries that signified the start of a rapid rhythm, and once she obtained it, she took a few steps back, ensuring that she was out of arm's reach when she made her presence known. "Somehow," she said loudly, as she pocketed the weapon, making both men jump violently, "I don't think the locker room is the place for that."
Simon was whimpering on the ground faster than she would have thought possible as she sauntered past them, feigning an almost graceful, male nonchalance and ignoring the look of horror on Jayne's face. Figured that he'd only be disgusted with his behavior now that he'd been caught. She reached down to the pile of sundries that were obviously the doctor's and took out his towel. "It ain't what it looks like," Jayne stated fearfully. It was strange to catch such an emotion in his voice, and it made Frank feel more in control. More of the man she needed to be in this moment.
"Well it looked like your dick shoved up another man's ass, so if you're trying to say you're not sly, I'm not buying," she said calmly as she shook the towel from its folded state.
Jayne took a step away from Simon, who had yet to move from his place crumpled on the ground, and immediately went on the defensive. "It's his own ruttin' fault, I was just makin' him pay fer – "
Her anger flared and she leveled him with a withering glare. "Oh, I see," she interrupted sarcastically, "Because you're raping him, you're still straight. Only consensual partners make you gay. I was always confused about that one." She stepped forward and started to rub some of the water from Simon's back, and the shock from his muscles.
"I'm tellin' ya, I ain't – "
Glaring up at him again, she decided that an increase in volume would help get him into the going away motion that she needed him to be in. "Go back to your bunk, jerk yourself off, and keep telling yourself that." It didn't help that she was furious that the man she'd been so unexplainably attracted to the last few months not only was the one she'd caught raping her closest friend, but the one she'd caught raping her very male friend. She would go and fall for a gay man after three hundred years of being virtually alone.
"Yer –"
Remember how patience was not one of her strong suits? Frank quickly drew the knife she had picked up from the floor and brandished it in the direction of his sac. "And don't mistake that for a request, because unlike you, I'm still armed, and decidedly not the one caught with my pants down," she said bitterly. The man had the decency to flush and grab his things before shoving his shorts on and stalking from the locker room. Once she was sure he was gone, she turned her attention back to her friend, wrapping the towel as best she could around his nakedness. "Come on, Doc," she coaxed. "Can you walk?" Finally, he gave her a slight nod and tried to get himself upright. "Alright, there you go." She slung his arm over her shoulder and hefted most of his weight when he winced. From what she could see, he wasn't bleeding, so he'd more than likely heal up physically by the end of the day. Psychologically… they'd have to wait and see how long that one would take.
They had just about made it up to the infirmary when Kaylee and River came clamoring down the steps in front of them. River was obviously more distressed than Kaylee was, telling Frank that she'd already put two and two together and this wasn't a game. Frank nodded, her usual symbol to River that yes, she was right in her Reading, but also that it would be alright. Kaylee, on the other hand, had just noticed that the man she loved was wearing nothing but a towel and looking awful. "Simon?" she asked in a near panic. "What happened?"
Frank knew she had to work fast, or Kaylee would insist on assisting, and that was one embarrassment the doc didn't need this morning. "Seems he slipped in the shower, hit his head pretty bad," she answered blandly, subtly maneuvering him away from her touch.
"Will he be alri – "
Frank ground her teeth. The mechanic wasn't giving up apparently. "Not now Kaylee."
She looked slightly affronted, but finally noticed the blush that was burning up the majority of Simon's visible body, and how he was desperately clutching at his towel. Kaylee took a quiet step back and Frank did her best to get him through the door. He put a hand on the doorframe, though, effectively stopping them. "Pants," he gasped out.
Frank nodded and started to swing them around. "Okay, Doc. Clothes first." She felt the eyes on their backs the whole way up to the passenger dorms, and was infinitely glad in that moment that Kaylee thought she was a man. Seeing a girl leading Simon back to his bunk to help him get into a less naked state would have been catastrophic to their easy friendship. She propped the doc against the wall as she slid open his door and allowed him to collapse onto the bed as soon as they were through. He nearly did hit his head in his haste to not be standing. "Careful," she admonished belatedly as she shut and locked the door.
Simon rolled over, not bothering with the towel that was now tangled beneath him and doing absolutely no good. He raised a hand to his eyes and rubbed at the moisture there. She was actually surprised that he wasn't sobbing. She had been a total wreck after her first rape. During it, too, now that she thought about it. Once again, Simon's quietness belied an inner strength that few appreciated or even saw. "Thanks," he said tiredly, bringing her back to the current situation.
Noting that he was indeed lying prone and naked in front of her, she quickly turned to his dresser and started rifling through the drawers, flinging things onto the bed as she found them. "Boxers, PJ pants. You want a shirt?" she asked, not looking back.
"I said thank you," he repeated, his voice a little stonger, forcing her to turn. She was surprised to see that he hadn't moved at all, not even to cover himself or look at her. He wasn't doing nearly as well as she had just thought he was.
"I've been there, Simon," she responded quietly, causing him to meet her eyes. "I'd have been just as bad as that hun dan if I hadn't done anything. So there's no need to thank me." Bringing a t-shirt with her, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Can you sit up?" Finally blushing now that she needed him to move, he did his best on his own but did not object when she helped pull him up. The pain was apparent on his face, and he obviously wasn't happy about putting this much pressure on his backside. "Arms over your head," she added, bunching up the shirt before lifting it up to slide it over him. Once it was on he leaned heavily against the wall, allowing it to hold most of his upper body weight and relieve the discomfort in his ass.
Frank took the boxers next and knelt down to hook them around his feet before sliding them up his legs. He stopped her at his knees. "You don't have to – "
"You can barely sit," she said, leveling him with a mild glare before softening her gaze to one of understanding. "Just let me help." She assumed closing his eyes was his way of assenting and continued shoving them up into place around his hips, restoring his modesty. He was a little more helpful when she moved to put his pants on next. She sighed once they too were resting in their proper place, and decided to cut him a little slack. "I guess I was lucky, my first time. I was unconscious when my rescuers put clothes on me," she admitted.
That got his attention, she mused as his eyes flew open. "F-first?" he stuttered, unbelieving that she'd not only gone through something as horrific as he had, but that it happened more than once.
She waved off his concern, having come to terms with her experiences as part of the price for never really dying. "Few lifetimes ago, although I've seen plenty in this 'verse too. My line of work, rape is kind of expected. Hence making this crew believe I'm a guy. Although, not even that will save you every time, as you now know," she added sadly. It was still hard to believe that Jayne had been able to commit such a heinous act.
The reference seemed to kick him into high gear and he attempted to bolt from the bed before nearly collapsing in her arms as she tried to push him back into at least a sitting position. "I can't stay here – " he started in a panic.
She knew this panic, had felt it herself her first time as well when she had to see the face of her rapist every day, even if it wasn't in quite the same manner as Simon would have to look at Jayne every day. "Shush," she said firmly, putting a finger to his lips as he stilled. "He won't touch you again. I'll make sure of it. And if he even thinks about doing it again, I'll chop the whole gorram thing off."
The panic shifted in his eyes, and not for the first time was she amazed at how quickly he could think through things. "What if he's done this to others on the crew? My god, what if he raped River?"
She didn't even let him finish before she began shaking her head. River was not a possibility, anyway, as she would have somehow made it know if he'd tried anything, be it a prolonged lack of lucidity or his dead body in her bunk, so Frank didn't even bother addressing that fear. "I've kept my eye on him since I got on this boat. Worst I've caught him at was stealing chore slips. Tonight was a random act of desperation, probably brought on by being in the black for so long. Even I'm going nuts, and I haven't had sex in three or four lifetimes." She didn't like making excuses for the man, but she knew she was right. She'd see how antsy he'd been the last few days; she just hadn't thought that rape would be his method of scratching that itch of his.
Simon leaned forward, ignoring the pain now that it was obviously subsiding, and buried his face in his hands. "That was my first time," he said in quiet shame.
She reached forward and rubbed the back of his neck soothingly. "I wouldn't count that, Simon. Don't count it until you enjoy it. That's what got me through." Well, until she'd known she was pregnant, she thought, but he didn't have to worry about that.
"No girl will ever want me now," he said dejectedly, not accepting the comfort.
Frank nearly snorted, and patted his back reassuringly. "No girl will be concerned with where your backside has been. They're more concerned with the front. And hell, I'd sex you, if I thought it would help," she added with a smile.
For the first time that morning she heard him laugh and saw the corners of his mouth quirk with shared amusement. "Thanks, Frank," he said more than a little sarcastically.
"You're welcome, kiddo." Hoisting him up to his feet, she put his arm over her shoulder again, although he didn't lean nearly as heavily on her as he had on their way there. "Now let's get you to the infirmary so we can "check out" your head," she smirked.
Determination replaced his momentary confusion at being made to stand, and he turned resolutely towards the door. "Right."