Author's Note: This is a Farscape/Firefly crossover for the LJ farscapefriday challenge. It's my first drabble for the community as well as my first Farscape fic, so my FS characterizations are a bit off. Inspired by themoonbar's examples for the challenge, all the other FF/FS fic for this challenge (go scapecoats!), and the 9/13 interview with Adam Baldwin on the FOX Firefly site. Length: 464 words. Since it's my first drabble for farscapefriday, I'll let myself go over 100 words. Oh, and by the way, this week's challenge is crossovers.

Socializing

By Trisana McGraw

"So . . . her name's Winona." Jayne stretched the word out in a lazy, mocking drawl that made John feel as if he were at the end of some joke.

He shrugged. "It suited her." Feeling as if he ought to return the challenge, he quickly added, "I'd like to see you match that."

Jayne gave a deep, full-throated laugh that made John wonder what he had gotten himself into. "I'm glad you said so." Reaching under the table, he produced two leather holsters that he set down between them. "Meet Boo" — he yanked out a black and silver gun — "Binky" — a wicked-looking knife followed — "and, last but certainly not least in my mind or heart, my darlin' Vera." This gun, twice as large as the first, was slowly lifted off the back of his chair and laid on the table with the greatest of care as he ran gentle fingers over the barrel. His eyes studied the gun with an unholy expression of affection before glancing again at John's gun with barely disguised derision. "Kids, meet Winona. Now, you all play nice while we talk."

This man is insane, John thought, and that's saying a whole lot compared to the people I've had the displeasure of getting to know. How the frell did I end up in the galley comparing unique names for guns? Of course I just had to shoot my mouth off — no pun intended — when that captain, Mal, asked about my gun. I could have just said, "This is my gun" without mentioning that she had a name. I didn't think it would cause any harm; at least, not until Jayne started looking interested. He sighed. You can never keep quiet, Crichton. Funny, that sounded like something Aeryn might say.

The thought of his lover gave him a not-so-brilliant-but-manageable idea for escape. "I should really go see where Aeryn's gone off to." Whoever she's with can't be worse than this psycho.

Jayne looked genuinely disappointed. "You don't wanna keep talkin'? It's kinda nice havin' another guy who has names for his guns; most people give me weird looks when I start talkin' `bout Vera."

I wonder why. "Really, I should go," John repeated, grabbing Winona and getting to his feet at the same time.

Jayne rose with him. "She's at the helm with Zoe, prob'ly comparing fighting moves." His expression briefly turned dreamy. "Now that'd be somethin' to see."

John took that opportunity to leave; Jayne sighed when he realized that he was alone in the galley. Replacing his weapons, he decided to search out that gray-skinned girl, Chiana. It wasn't every day a man got to see an alien life form. Plus, she'd seemed real interested in sex, and that was never a bad thing in his book.