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Not beta'd.

Kaylee stared down at her shirt, her pretty white shirt with the colourful flowers that was now ruined. It sat on her lap as she sat on her bed, not more than four hours after her and Tracey had done the same. She had smiled at him, flirted a bit and thought he was real cute, but not real smart. Not Simon smart. She smirked. Tracey at least was honest and said that he felt something between them. All Simon could say were hurtful jokes.

Her shoulders slumped and she bit the inside of her cheek, still reeling from the emotions of the last day. It had started so well with Simon offering to show her a real alien and she in her best dress, the short one that she knew made the boys take a second look. Even Jayne’s orange hat had brought a little smile to her lips, silly as it was.

And then it went to hell and begged her to join.

Planting her feet, Kaylee took the shirt with determination. Dammit, she was going to get that blood out. Scrub it out, scrub it away. Never look on it again. She quickly climbed the stairs and headed to the kitchen.

It was strangely silent, the galley, and the mechanic was grateful. She wanted to do this in peace, to not have to explain to anyone why it was important to wash away the red.

Pulling a brush, she moistened it and the cloth and began a slow, circular rub hard into the material. Some washed away, but some parts were stubborn. They stuck in hard, not wanting to let go. She rubbed faster, harder, her arm beginning to burn with the motion. She pushed and pulled at the fabric, willing away the stain, but it wouldn’t listen. More water, more pressure, but it stayed, taunting her.

With a final jab, she gave a small yell and threw the shirt into the sink and rested her hands on its edge. Why did it happen? Why did she get herself into a situation that only showed her to be weak?

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