The Firefly's vs....the Mob?
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The Firefly's vs....the Mob?
Title: The Fireflys vs...the Mob?
Author: Sandoz
Summary: The Hawks and the Fireflys--flirtin' with disaster.
Rating: R
Feedback: desired.
Author’s notes: Written and posted originally on the TDR message board, it features myself (Sandoz) and some other people I know online.
*Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House or TDR and I'm not making any money off this, I'm just demented and can't stop writin! lol.
An old blue pickup truck threaded its lonely way along the curvy dirt roads. Two ladies were inside it; the one driving was a buxom red-haired woman, freckles liberally splashed on her face, neck and arms. The other was a sensuous brunette sporting a tan and some big ridiculous sunglasses. The sun was out on this hot summer day, but it was windy so the girls weren't baking too bad in the vehicle.
"San," griped the brown-haired woman. "Can we please stop listening to Jim Dandy now?"
"You don't appreciate the goodness that is Black Oak Arkansas," pouted the redhead. "I ain't listening to that Carly Simon or whatever the fuck you have."
"I swear if I hear that song 'Madman' again I WILL go mad."
"Well since I have to drive I get to pick the music. So there," Sandoz cranked up the song 'Back to the Land.' "Back to the land where the water runs freeeee, back to those hills is where I wanna be. Oh, dear Lord, please take me there. Oh let me breathe your sweet fresh air--"
"Jeez, you're such a redneck," Moon pointed out half-mockingly. She checked her pistols to see if they were loaded out of boredom.
"Like you ain't," countered Sandoz. She correctly pointed out that all the people Moon had been spending time with the better part of a year were the most redneck of rednecks. "And besides," Sandoz snorted. "We're almost there."
Home was the Firefly house. An unusual affection was shared between the two women and the sociopathic clan. Taking cues from their adoptive family, the pair no longer lived according to society's rules and standards, but only their own whims. The familiar farmhouse loomed into view. The ladies were giddy with anticipation. They saw the behemoth figure of RJ working on a haybailer, he wiped his forehead and smiled his rarely-used smile. Sandoz pulled the truck to a stop and beamed back, by now used to the squeezing and pawing. Actually, Rufus was more thoughtful and sweet than he first appeared. He just had a thing for red hair, apparently.
A blonde bundle of energy bounded out onto the porch and down the front steps. "Moon! Sandoz!," came a happy squeal. Baby threw long arms around her two pals and smothered them with kisses. RJ had never witnessed so much curly hair, giggling and chattering all happening at once before. It was sorta....hot. "Mama! Otis! The girls are back!," she hollered. "They'll be around shortly. Let's go inside and have some lemonade."
The girls started toward the house when the path was blocked by Rufus. He grabbed Moon and Sandoz in a bear hug, rubbing his large dark head against them like a huge cat, then planted a sloppy kiss on Sandoz. Taken aback she let him pull her close for a moment, then told him, "RJ, you're just too much man for me, darlin."
"There's enough for both o' you," he replied. Moon's eyes were big. Baby laughed.
"You need a steady girlfriend, ya galoot," she teased him.
Mother Firefly came and cooed over the girls as they sat around the big kitchen table sipping lemonade, clapping her hands at the Hawks' stories, dressed in her floaty silk and boas as per usual. "No men 'tween the both o' ya?," she asked, expressing her matronly wish for children around the place.
"Not yet, Mama," laughed Moon. "Although there was this one guy up in Charlotte--"
"Aw, he was a telephone repairman!," Sandoz guffawed. "He was such a dork."
"Well he was cute," declared Moon, shooting an affronted glance at her companion. "Don't get me started on the damn junkyard guy."
Mother slapped her knees laughing at them both. "You two just ain't havin no luck! Hahaha! I don' believe yer tryin too awful hard anyways." Then her eyes looked up past the girls' heads.
Otis appeared in the doorway, covered in the blood of his latest bout of 'art' and grasping a carving knife. Warmth soaked into his expression. "Hey you gals! You two get tired of munchin' each others carpet?," he cackled. He constantly ribbed them about not picking him or bringing any men home.
"Yeah we just can't get enough of that Otis," Moon jibed, flicking a lemon slice at him.
"Hell yeah! What's not to like? Tall, bloody n' sexy. And the sensitive artist type, too!," put in Sandoz.
"Aw, fuck the both o' ya," he grunted, smiling nonetheless. He traced a slim, blood-encrusted finger up Moon's arm and through her dark hair. He made no mistake his desire for Moon, and he felt strongly for Sandoz as well. Hell, girls that didn't run away or shudder in disgust were a plus in his book. These two females were quite masterpieces all on their own, with no alteration from him...
"Otis's harem!," giggled Mother Firefly, Baby joining her.
Author: Sandoz
Summary: The Hawks and the Fireflys--flirtin' with disaster.
Rating: R
Feedback: desired.
Author’s notes: Written and posted originally on the TDR message board, it features myself (Sandoz) and some other people I know online.
*Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House or TDR and I'm not making any money off this, I'm just demented and can't stop writin! lol.
An old blue pickup truck threaded its lonely way along the curvy dirt roads. Two ladies were inside it; the one driving was a buxom red-haired woman, freckles liberally splashed on her face, neck and arms. The other was a sensuous brunette sporting a tan and some big ridiculous sunglasses. The sun was out on this hot summer day, but it was windy so the girls weren't baking too bad in the vehicle.
"San," griped the brown-haired woman. "Can we please stop listening to Jim Dandy now?"
"You don't appreciate the goodness that is Black Oak Arkansas," pouted the redhead. "I ain't listening to that Carly Simon or whatever the fuck you have."
"I swear if I hear that song 'Madman' again I WILL go mad."
"Well since I have to drive I get to pick the music. So there," Sandoz cranked up the song 'Back to the Land.' "Back to the land where the water runs freeeee, back to those hills is where I wanna be. Oh, dear Lord, please take me there. Oh let me breathe your sweet fresh air--"
"Jeez, you're such a redneck," Moon pointed out half-mockingly. She checked her pistols to see if they were loaded out of boredom.
"Like you ain't," countered Sandoz. She correctly pointed out that all the people Moon had been spending time with the better part of a year were the most redneck of rednecks. "And besides," Sandoz snorted. "We're almost there."
Home was the Firefly house. An unusual affection was shared between the two women and the sociopathic clan. Taking cues from their adoptive family, the pair no longer lived according to society's rules and standards, but only their own whims. The familiar farmhouse loomed into view. The ladies were giddy with anticipation. They saw the behemoth figure of RJ working on a haybailer, he wiped his forehead and smiled his rarely-used smile. Sandoz pulled the truck to a stop and beamed back, by now used to the squeezing and pawing. Actually, Rufus was more thoughtful and sweet than he first appeared. He just had a thing for red hair, apparently.
A blonde bundle of energy bounded out onto the porch and down the front steps. "Moon! Sandoz!," came a happy squeal. Baby threw long arms around her two pals and smothered them with kisses. RJ had never witnessed so much curly hair, giggling and chattering all happening at once before. It was sorta....hot. "Mama! Otis! The girls are back!," she hollered. "They'll be around shortly. Let's go inside and have some lemonade."
The girls started toward the house when the path was blocked by Rufus. He grabbed Moon and Sandoz in a bear hug, rubbing his large dark head against them like a huge cat, then planted a sloppy kiss on Sandoz. Taken aback she let him pull her close for a moment, then told him, "RJ, you're just too much man for me, darlin."
"There's enough for both o' you," he replied. Moon's eyes were big. Baby laughed.
"You need a steady girlfriend, ya galoot," she teased him.
Mother Firefly came and cooed over the girls as they sat around the big kitchen table sipping lemonade, clapping her hands at the Hawks' stories, dressed in her floaty silk and boas as per usual. "No men 'tween the both o' ya?," she asked, expressing her matronly wish for children around the place.
"Not yet, Mama," laughed Moon. "Although there was this one guy up in Charlotte--"
"Aw, he was a telephone repairman!," Sandoz guffawed. "He was such a dork."
"Well he was cute," declared Moon, shooting an affronted glance at her companion. "Don't get me started on the damn junkyard guy."
Mother slapped her knees laughing at them both. "You two just ain't havin no luck! Hahaha! I don' believe yer tryin too awful hard anyways." Then her eyes looked up past the girls' heads.
Otis appeared in the doorway, covered in the blood of his latest bout of 'art' and grasping a carving knife. Warmth soaked into his expression. "Hey you gals! You two get tired of munchin' each others carpet?," he cackled. He constantly ribbed them about not picking him or bringing any men home.
"Yeah we just can't get enough of that Otis," Moon jibed, flicking a lemon slice at him.
"Hell yeah! What's not to like? Tall, bloody n' sexy. And the sensitive artist type, too!," put in Sandoz.
"Aw, fuck the both o' ya," he grunted, smiling nonetheless. He traced a slim, blood-encrusted finger up Moon's arm and through her dark hair. He made no mistake his desire for Moon, and he felt strongly for Sandoz as well. Hell, girls that didn't run away or shudder in disgust were a plus in his book. These two females were quite masterpieces all on their own, with no alteration from him...
"Otis's harem!," giggled Mother Firefly, Baby joining her.