Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Malcolm Reynolds
Summary: In which Harry finds himself thrown into the future, post War of Independence. (Firefly)
Harry sighed as he walked throughout the market on the planet of Persephone, idly watched everyone passing by out of the corner of his eye. He missed his friends, missed the wizarding world that he knew. Now… All the wizards were stuffy old people all based on one planet and magic was apparently failing or something. Though it didn't feel like it to him. To him, his magic was the same old, same old. His magic was as familiar as breathing was to him, the eddies and currents of it wrapping around him like a warm blanket in the winter.
Except not now, because it was hot as hell here. It wasn't winter on this planet now as he wiped even more sweat off, the sun beaming down on him.
He never would have thought that there were more planets out in the galaxy, let alone travel to them. But here he was, a lone wizard traveling from planet to planet. He had gotten thrown through the veil last year, had ended up on a ship in the middle of space. Out in the Black, as everyone called it.
Harry twisted out of the way of a rough looking young boy, avoiding being pickpocketed by a mere inch or two. "If you want money, you could have asked proper."
The boy looked up at him and squinted, looking like he thought Harry was crazy. Or like he couldn't understand him. He had gotten those looks a few times here in this galaxy. Most people could understand his English accent but sometimes… Harry drew out some gold coins that he had had converted a month after he had arrived here and held them out to the boy.
The boy's eyes widened and Harry watched as he ran off, ducking away from Alliance officers. He followed the boy's lead, veering off to the docks, and escaping the notice of the agents. He had the appropriate ID information, with a card and everything that said he was a VIP but he didn't care to attract notice from the government. There was something funky about the Alliance government but he didn't quite know what it was.
He stood at the gate to the docks and looked around at the various ships, noting the various Alliance agents walking around. Harry continued on, slipping through the crowds of people and eying the ships, stopping at one in particular. The young woman that was sitting in a chair right before the lowered ramp finally turned to look at him, her blue eyes widening before she shot up.
"Harry!"
"Hey, Kaylee." Harry ran over to greet her, ready for the hug that she granted him. "Long time no see."
Harry pulled away first, looking her over to see what was new over the past nine months or so. She looked him over too, her eyes narrowing before she smiled.
"Looking for transport somewhere?"
"I rather hoped that I could join you guys," Harry remarked, glancing over to the young man who had stopped in front of Kaylee too. The guy wasn't familiar at all, looked like the son of a noble on some important planet with important parents. Suit and all, starched fabric and not an inch of dirt. "On a more permanent basis."
Kaylee smiled wider, winking at him. "The cap's been all in a right twist while you've been gone."
Harry snorted, pondering the ship and its' captain. Serenity. It was a nice name for a beautiful ship, a make and model that had gotten put in disuse a few years ago from what Kaylee told him when he had first appeared in Serenity's dining room all those months ago. A standard Firefly cargo ship. Harry had been confused about the model name before he had seen it from space as it flew.
It looked like a firefly, with the large glow at the back from the engines and compact shape.
"I take it Inara's doing her Companion thing here?"
Kaylee nodded, twirling her umbrella around and gesturing the man beside them into the cargo bay. "We're taking on passengers here too. How'd it go with the wizards?"
Harry shrugged, sparing a glance to the apparent new passenger of Serenity and then turned back to Kaylee. "Not well. I'll talk to everyone tonight, if they want to know."
Kaylee frowned and then turned to go help another passenger when they called for her. Harry ventured up into the ship that he had landed in one year ago exactly, out of sorts and new to everything in this galaxy. He figured that Jayne, Zoe and Mal were out on a job, perhaps selling something in the lower city and wandered throughout the ship, silent and idle. His feet brought him to the guest room that he had been given and dropped his duffel and trunk on the bed.
He ventured out of his room and up to the bridge, spotting Wash at the controls. The same plastic dinosaurs were lined up on the top of the controls, the t-rex facing the big windows at the front."Hey, Wash."
"Gahhh!"
Wash turned around on the wheeled pilot chair, his eyes widening at Harry's appearance. "Harry! I didn't know you were coming back!"
"I didn't know either. My feet brought me here."
Wash blinked and then grinned. "Your feet or your magic? I've been wanting to see more that. Besides, Mal needs someone to take him to bed."
Harry rolled his eyes, letting out a startled laugh.
"He get that bad?"
"Nah. Might leave Zoe and I more time though…" Wash hinted, grinning wickedly.
Harry snorted. "That wasn't my reason for leaving Hecate."
"What fei hua reason made you leave?"
Harry twitched his left hand and his wand dropped from the wrist holster, made sure it was there. "It was fei hua anyway, no matter what."
Wash nodded. "Well, you're welcome aboard anytime, no matter what the captain says."
Harry grinned a little, looking out of the front facing windows and seeing Inara's shuttle come in for docking with Serenity. Sounds floated up from the cargo bay, familiar voices and some unfamiliar, probably the passengers. "You think Jayne's dropped his guard by now?"
Wash snorted. "Definitely. I'll even record the experience. Jayne makes the funniest noises."
Harry laughed under his breath and strode from the bridge, shifting shape between one step and the next. He landed on four legs, shaking out his full mane and padded down the stairs, stopping at the stairs that went down to the cargo bay and the loading ramp. He remembered to keep his claws in as he walked over the steel stairs, as Mal didn't like his ship getting claw marks in it. Despite the fact that he could repair anything with a flick of his wand.
Jayne's voice floated up to him and he hunched down, his tail flicking idly. He could see Kaylee still on the loading ramp, Zoe and Mal talking quietly by one of the smuggler compartments. The various passengers were milling about the cargo bay, one older man who looked like a shepherd, another more official looking man and then the younger man that he had seen coming in. Wash had followed him down and passed him, probably planning on loading up the passenger's belongings if they needed assistance.
Harry slunk past the two steel aisles that went to the two shuttles, crooked his ear to Inara's entrance. The woman smiled widely at him and then snorted, understanding what he was about to do. He crept closer, taking the stairs at a quiet, steady pace and then he pounced, tail down and butt moving back and forth.
Jayne squawked as he fell backwards, his arms flailing around as he landed on the floor of the cargo bay. Kaylee laughed out loud and Zoe let out a quieter snort of laughter. Mal's lips twitched up into a smirk. Wash stopped driving the mule to watch Jayne glare up at Harry.
The various new passengers all froze at the lion, watching as it stalked and pounced on one of the crew members of Serenity.
"Gorram it! Harry," Jayne grumbled and the lion on top of him let out a low, amused rumble in his throat before stepping off, chuffing and then shifting back onto two legs.
Harry grinned and reached out a hand, helping Jayne back up, and then walking up the steps to where Mal was standing.
"Captain, permission to come aboard?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow at the other man.
Mal crossed his arms as he looked at Harry, the man who had dropped into their lives a year ago and upended his own life. "Thought you were going to stay with the wizards."
"Not forever," Harry offered quietly, aware that their audience included non-crew members. "It ended poorly. The shagua president of theirs… I can explain later. If..."
"Me and mine aren't in danger if you stay with us?"
"Nope. I'm not on the run from them. We… came to an understanding."
"Fine. You can stay. You get the same room."
"Already dropped my bags off."
Mal nodded, his heart skipping a beat at the heat in Harry's green eyes.
"I'll make dinner tonight?"
"Please! No one cooks as good as you!" Kaylee exclaimed, running up the steps and pulling Inara off back to her shuttle so they could catch up.
"You make a mighty fine lion, you know," Mal whispered, as he walked back to his bunk after the common meal with the new passengers. Harry walked alongside him, glancing to him and brushing a hand through his black hair.
"Mal…"
"Inara said some words to me… after you left."
"Yeah?"
"They were the kind of words that left an impression."
"That loud?"
Mal's lips unconsciously turned up into a grin as they stopped by his bunk. "You joining me?"
"The crew did give me a nudge," Harry remarked, shrugging and leaning up against the ship wall. He grinned a little and Mal rolled his eyes, enjoying the look that Harry was giving him.
He cursed under his breath and opened the door to his bunk, stepping down the ladder. Harry followed him down and met him shirtless, closing the distance between them and wrapping an arm around his waist. Mal let out a noise and reached for Harry at the same time, pressing into the kiss.
Harry groaned into it too, curling his other arm around Mal and trying to pull him in even closer. Heat coiled in his belly as Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth, slid a hand under his shirt. Harry pressed him backwards until he hit the cabin wall, reaching both hands down to pull off his shirt.
"What did those wizards want you to do?"
Harry's hands moved about his heated skin and they caught each other's eyes.
"They wanted to arrange my marriage," Harry muttered, pressing a kiss to Mal's shoulder.
Mal snorted and let out a gasping breath as Harry moved up, leaving a trail of kisses.
"Sounds like a whole lot of fei hua," Mal retorted, drawing Harry up into a kiss.
Whatever Harry had been about to say was interrupted by Wash comming down to them.
"Mal, Harry, you might want to get up here."
Both of them stiffened and then hurriedly threw both shirts on, running up to the bridge. Wash was sitting at the pilot's seat and turned to look at them, a slight smirk on his lips.
Mal glared at him and Wash shrugged.
"Someone was on the cortex and got in contact with the Alliance."
Mal glanced to Harry, raising an eyebrow. Harry shook his head. "Not for me."
"There's a mole on board," Wash said, his eyes narrowed.