Ahem. Damn, online time too short! connie, I'll read and comment on that when I get to your LJ.
While I'm here, though, there's HH/FF crossover. Pure, unedited, unreread, as it tumbled out of my brain.
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“Even dyin’ don’t go smooth, seems,” he said, and was a little startled to find that when he looked up at the buildings on the horizon, they were moving, gently waving up and down.
“Sir?” Zoe said, over to his left. “Is it just me, or is something very strange here?”
“This is scary,” Wash put in, from further along the beach. “Zoe—can you please stop being a penguin?”
Before Mal could formulate a reply, a calm female voice announced, “Two to the power of one hundred thousand to one against and falling.”
River giggled. “Infinite improbability drive. Shiny.”
Mal looked right, past River, past Jayne, to Simon. “Doc,” he said, “if your sister knows where we are…”
“One to the power of…” the voice went on.
Simon had to shout to be heard over it. “I don’t think she does, captain. Not really.”
“Right,” Mal said, and watched his arm slowly reappear.
“We have normality,” said the voice, cheerfully. Various members of the crew made noises expressing deeply held cynicism. “I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.”
“Okay.” Mal stood up, and took stock of his surroundings. They were in a small, luminous pink cubical, similar in shape and size to an airlock.
Jayne had his gun out and was standing by Kaylee, alternating between glancing round for anything attacking and watching Mal’s reactions.
Kaylee, in turn, was standing by Inara—in fact, Mal noted, they were holding hands—and trying to look confident.
River was leaning on one of the walls, listening to something behind it and muttering to her brother, who clearly wasn’t understanding a word, although he was trying.
Zoe and Wash were kissing passionately, apparently glad not to be penguins, and Book was on his knees, head bowed in prayer.
“It’s real shiny,” Kaylee said, staring at the sparkling clean walls. “All clean, like it was new.”
“It’s only been around for six lousy months and already there are more visitors,” drone a voice that sounded strangely like a man with his head in a metal bin. “Brain the size of a planet and all I ever get to do is escort visitors. Useless organic habit.”
They all looked around wildly for the source of the voice, and after a couple of seconds, the door slid open and Marvin appeared. Every jaw dropped simultaneously.
Wash’s was the first up, of course. “Hi,” he said. “Err… are you a *robot*?”
“I’m a cybernetic companion with a personality prototype. You can tell, can’t you?”
“That’s not possible,” Kaylee said, gaping.
“There are more things in heaven and earth,” Book told her, but added, “Robots aren’t mentioned normally, though.”
“I assure you, I am depressingly real,” Marvin said. “Now if you’ll be so kind as to follow me, which I expect you won’t, we’ll be going.” He turned and started to leave, glaring at the door as it opened with a happy sigh, but noone was following.
“Where ‘xactly are we goin’ to?” Mal asked.
“The bridge, of course, the current dwelling place of the other humans on this ship. If you don’t like that, frankly couldn’t care less, so pardon me fore breathing which I never do anyway so…” His voice droned on as he dragged himself up the corridor.
Mal looked around at his crew, decided it couldn’t get worse, shrugged, and gestured for them to follow the… whatever he was.