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blue_bells» Title: The Grocer Job
» Fandom: Leverage, Firefly
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Team Leverage, Team Firefly
» Summary: The crews of the ships Serenity and Leverage are after the same merchandise.
» A/N: Originally written here for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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“River, what’s our ETA?”
“Smooth sailing should bear us right down on her in fifteen….”
Mal paused at the bridge’s exit when River trailed off. When he looked back at the pilot’s chair, River was tracing shapes on one of the viewscreens and he did not like the bright and curious wonder on her face.
“River…. ?”
River smiled back at him and that was honest-to-God excitement there. “We’ve got friends!”
Mal took the two long strides back to her station and glanced at the radar scan of the approaching space. There were two large objects occupying the coordinates where they had only expected the one.
Another gorram ship had beaten them to the merchandise.
“Suit up,” Mal ordered, ignoring River’s exclaim of glee as she punched the ship into auto-pilot and jumped from her chair. Based on River’s reaction to her discovery, they were unlikely to be Reavers, but he’d feel better with her flanking his side, anyway.
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“Nate, I consider it in our mutual interest to tell y’all that we got company bearin’ down.”
Captain Nathan Ford of the private ship Leverage motioned for his first mate Eliot to continue wheeling the cargo down the ramp.
“What’s their ETA, Hardison?”
“… Well, Captain, they’re trying to park on me.”
Eliot and Nate glanced at each other in alarm, but Eliot’s face was mostly fury.
“Damn it, Hardison, give the heads up before our ass is in the can!”
Nate frowned. “Alliance?”
“No.” Hardison’s relief echoed for all of them.
Parker, Nate’s infiltration specialist, charged past them riding a tower of crates on its wheels. She spread her hands expectantly and jerked her head for them to follow.
“This stuff has a shelf life and it’s worth a fortune, so hurry up!”
“Parker,” The familiar notes of calm drifted through the earpiece from their grifter, Sophie. “Tara’s buying us time on the intercom, but I don’t think it’s taking. The man on the other ship only wants to show her his shotgun, he’s an absolute Neanderthal.”
“Steal faster!” Parker encouraged as she ran past her crewmates for the next crate.
“Last one,” Nate ordered as Parker raced Eliot back to the cargo bay, both pushing crates ahead of them. “We’re leaving.”
Parker’s face twisted in disappointment. “Oh, but just –“
“No, Parker.”
Five minutes later Captain Mal Reynolds, River and Zoe stalked into the same holding bay to find five crates of fresh apples, pears and strawberries stacked against the far wall.
“Clear,” River announced and returned to Mal’s side.
“Huh,” Mal lowered his gun, regarding the crates. He was quiet as he considered their options and Zoe raised her eyebrows like she knew what was coming. “How much would we get on the market for just five crates?”
“It’d still be handsome,” Zoe said, “But not a shine to the original estimate for the entire cargo.”
Mal smirked. “Almost not worth the bother, is what you’re trying to say?”
“Sell three of the five on an individual basis. Higher sale value. We keep the rest for pie,” River said.
They both stared at her.
“Pie?” Zoe echoed, wryly.
River looked between them earnestly. “Kaylee likes it.”
“Pie.” Mal’s face split with a grin and Zoe just rolled her eyes.
» Fandom: Leverage, Firefly
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Team Leverage, Team Firefly
» Summary: The crews of the ships Serenity and Leverage are after the same merchandise.
» A/N: Originally written here for
partofthequeue2 in comment_fic.“River, what’s our ETA?”
“Smooth sailing should bear us right down on her in fifteen….”
Mal paused at the bridge’s exit when River trailed off. When he looked back at the pilot’s chair, River was tracing shapes on one of the viewscreens and he did not like the bright and curious wonder on her face.
“River…. ?”
River smiled back at him and that was honest-to-God excitement there. “We’ve got friends!”
Mal took the two long strides back to her station and glanced at the radar scan of the approaching space. There were two large objects occupying the coordinates where they had only expected the one.
Another gorram ship had beaten them to the merchandise.
“Suit up,” Mal ordered, ignoring River’s exclaim of glee as she punched the ship into auto-pilot and jumped from her chair. Based on River’s reaction to her discovery, they were unlikely to be Reavers, but he’d feel better with her flanking his side, anyway.
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“Nate, I consider it in our mutual interest to tell y’all that we got company bearin’ down.”
Captain Nathan Ford of the private ship Leverage motioned for his first mate Eliot to continue wheeling the cargo down the ramp.
“What’s their ETA, Hardison?”
“… Well, Captain, they’re trying to park on me.”
Eliot and Nate glanced at each other in alarm, but Eliot’s face was mostly fury.
“Damn it, Hardison, give the heads up before our ass is in the can!”
Nate frowned. “Alliance?”
“No.” Hardison’s relief echoed for all of them.
Parker, Nate’s infiltration specialist, charged past them riding a tower of crates on its wheels. She spread her hands expectantly and jerked her head for them to follow.
“This stuff has a shelf life and it’s worth a fortune, so hurry up!”
“Parker,” The familiar notes of calm drifted through the earpiece from their grifter, Sophie. “Tara’s buying us time on the intercom, but I don’t think it’s taking. The man on the other ship only wants to show her his shotgun, he’s an absolute Neanderthal.”
“Steal faster!” Parker encouraged as she ran past her crewmates for the next crate.
“Last one,” Nate ordered as Parker raced Eliot back to the cargo bay, both pushing crates ahead of them. “We’re leaving.”
Parker’s face twisted in disappointment. “Oh, but just –“
“No, Parker.”
Five minutes later Captain Mal Reynolds, River and Zoe stalked into the same holding bay to find five crates of fresh apples, pears and strawberries stacked against the far wall.
“Clear,” River announced and returned to Mal’s side.
“Huh,” Mal lowered his gun, regarding the crates. He was quiet as he considered their options and Zoe raised her eyebrows like she knew what was coming. “How much would we get on the market for just five crates?”
“It’d still be handsome,” Zoe said, “But not a shine to the original estimate for the entire cargo.”
Mal smirked. “Almost not worth the bother, is what you’re trying to say?”
“Sell three of the five on an individual basis. Higher sale value. We keep the rest for pie,” River said.
They both stared at her.
“Pie?” Zoe echoed, wryly.
River looked between them earnestly. “Kaylee likes it.”
“Pie.” Mal’s face split with a grin and Zoe just rolled her eyes.
