All Grown Up: Part III

Disclaimer: All characters of Firefly are the sole property of Joss Whedon and his crew, yo!

Notes: I guess it was meant to be a trilogy but the third act is longer than most of the others. Comments always welcome.

“I told you he’d sell us out,” Jayne said to Mal. They were all sitting against the wall of the cargo room lined up like cans at a shooting range. Jayne’s leg was throbbing but it could have been worse. Zoe had been allowed to get to the infirmary and get something to stitch up the hole and thankfully, brought back some pain medication. It would be another pretty scar and only just a minor discomfort now. Course, there weren’t have been discomfort in the first place if Mal had just listened to him. Always thinkin’ he were right in all things just because he has some soldierin’ in that gun belt of his. He had hoped Zoe had some plan up her sleeve when she went to get the goods from the doc’s infirmary but she came back just as River said she should. Wouldn’t want no harm to come to her Captain now would she. Inara, Kaylee, and Book were on the one end. Book was whispering some silent prayer from his holy book while Kaylee looked over, her chin resting on her knee. Inara had her eyes closed as if she were meditating but who knows went on in that pretty head of hers. Zoe was in the center, cross-legged and fiddlin’ with some scrap of metal on the floor. Mal was beside Jayne on the other end of the group, Jayne with his one leg stretched out. Mal had his arms hunched on his bent knees staring at River who was staring right back at him, still holding the gun at his chest. Wash was, of course, at the helm steering the ship directly into Alliance hold. No hope of him coming up with a plan in that simple brain of his. What kind of man likes to play with toy animals anyway? Sure not a smart one. Probably just watching the clock tick down to we reach the Alliance station.

“Jayne, this ain’t the time or the place to discuss your perceptified bout on a deal