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This story is No. 17 in the series "Wishlist 2011". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Mal has decided it’s time for some seasonal baking. Rodney’s not so sure it’s a good idea, especially when he sees…

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Stargate > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Crossover: FireflyMissEFR151365142,26618 Dec 1118 Dec 11Yes
Prompt/Prompter: LJ user: debris_k; Firefly/Stargate Atlantis [Malcolm Reynolds/Rodney Mackay]; Christmas baking

Warnings: Rodney-taunting?

Disclaimer: Don’t own or claim rights to Firefly or Stargate Atlantis


“What are you doing?” Rodney demanded, scowling at the mess scattered around the counters of Serenity’s galley.

“Bakin’,” Mal responded succinctly.

“Baking,” Rodney repeated, scowling. “Baking what, precisely?”

“Comes time of year my ma would get to bakin’,” Mal offered. “Never did it when we were back in our ‘verse; weren’t much call for it, and weren’t much in the way of ingredients. Here, I just had to put on my sad face and ask nicely,” he added, grinning.

“So you’re wasting perfectly good ingredients to do something you haven’t done in years?” Rodney frowned.

“Ain’t wastin’ ‘em,” Mal objected. “I know how to do this. Just haven’t for some time.”

“And how do you even know what time of year it is?” Rodney demanded. “For all you know, we’re on a totally different portion of the year to where you were.”

“Yeah, time don’t flow straight, but puddles around some,” Mal nodded blithely. “‘Sides, River told me it was time.”

“Oh, great,” Rodney sighed ostentatiously, “you’re taking chronological advice from the insane person. And … are you trying to kill me?” he demanded suddenly, backing away in fear.

“Uh … not today,” Mal looked at the scientist with concern.

“You have,” Rodney shuddered, “citrus peel!”

“Well, yeah,” Mal snorted. “Need it for the bakin’: can’t have a proper cake without the peel.”

“I’m allergic,” Rodney hissed. “If I get any closer, I’ll blow up like a balloon and die, and I’m too important to Atlantis for that to happen.”

“Nah,” Mal smirked, “Atlantis will be fine; River can take over.”

“You … I …” Rodney threw up his hands and scampered out of Serenity.

Some ten minutes later, John poked his head into the galley, frowning. “Why is Mackay telling everyone you’re trying to kill him?”

Mal smirked, and prodded a clearly marked packet of candied citrus peel with a dough-covered finger. “Teach him to get into a prank war with River.”

John groaned, and walked out the small ship. This was going to take forever to fix, but his team mate would pick fights he couldn’t win.

The End

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