Okay, so, I had no idea what this would turn into when I started writing. It was going to be gen and funny, but Mal started flirting with Polly and it was all downhill from there.
I suppose one day I'll organize my more thought-out ficlets so they actually join up. This, on its own, rather lacks an ending - I know that. Ehh. None the less, I wrote it, and I'm not gonna write any more right now, so here you go.
Also, this was written for the
April Challenge. For which you still have time to answer, oh members, hint hint, nudge nudge.
So: Polly/Mal preslash and unfinished plotting. C&C welcome.
( Corporal, Sergeant, Lieutenent )---
...And an extra drabble concerning Igorina, written for
discworld100:
Private SurgeonIt had only been two months since Igorina had bought out a clerk's office. Already she had a new surgery table and a nice electrical converter set up with the money her patients had paid. Women's problems, they were called, but women needed surgery almost as much as men did; it was far better than needlework.
There weren't many settled Igors like herself, nor yet any as famous. She'd followed the clerk's advice and her sign featured a redcoat Igor. It certainly didn't hurt the business.
And it did look clever next to the sign that said: Igorina, Private Surgeon.