Jayne’s Own

Disclaim: Usually stuff, not mine, cept fer Jane, no Y. Criticism welcome, but please be nice

Sorry bout the spelling, gramma, punctuation etc etc.

Enjoy

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Jayne woke with a start, confused as to what had woke him, “Gorram stupid pig whore” he muttered as he recognized the sound of Mal’s voice over the P.A system, “Jayne, you got a wave”. Jayne leapt out of bed; he never got waves, not even from his friends, if that’s what you call a group of mercenaries he would occasionally meet at various ports. “Who is it Mal?” he replied over the comm.

“Some real nice lookin’ lady” Mal replied

“Fancy whore nice or nasty whore nice?” Jayne asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes

“Little less nice then Inara, you gonna take it or just keep askin’ stupid questions?”

“Oright, oright, put ‘er through” Jayne huffed

The screen crackled to life and a pretty woman, probably a little younger than Jayne appeared, he neutral face turned to a scowl when she saw Jayne. “Well, I can see you are still alive” she said curtly

“Eh?” Jayne replied, confused as to who this woman was

“Well I can tell by your well developed vocabulary that you do not remember me” She said, scowl deepening.

“Well, if I stole sumthin’ from ya, you aint getting’ it back” Jayne said, waiting for the woman to yell at him

“As a matter of fact Jayne, I have something of yours” she replied, smirking at the face he pulled

“Well, what is it?” he replied nervously, worried it was a grenade minus the pin

“If you want it, your going to have to let us board” she replied, folding her arms across her chest

“Who’s we?” he replied, thinking of any number of people who would want to kill him, or had something of his

“My crew, I have been searching for you for quite a time now” she replied,

“We will be docking with your ship at 1900 hours” she said, cutting the link.

Jayne checked his watched, then pulled open the doors of his cupboard it was already 6.30pm, he pulled on his favorite shirt and strapping a pistol to his hip, and a knif