Title: Jayne’s Hands

Author: hisgoodgirl

Paring: Jayne/Kaylee

Disclaimer: Joss's toys, my make-believe. No money exchanged and all that.

Rating: PG-15 for subtle sexual references

Summary: Kaylee has been studying Serenity’s mercenary. Set prior to the first series episode, “Serenity”. Kaylee POV.

To read my other stories, click on my name above.

Feedback challenges and feeds my muse. Please don’t let her starve. Thanks!

*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*

Jayne’s Hands

Couldn’t sleep. That ain’t unusual for me. Seems I never got the hang of the way days and nights get all jiggered around on Serenity. Zoë says it may have to do with me bein’ dirt-born an’ growin’ up with set days and nights. She was born on a ship, never knew different, an’ the changin’ schedule don’t bother her a bit. Wash neither. Both of ‘em could sleep through most anything.

Sometimes I’ll read, mostly old novels ‘Nara gives me. If they’re boring enough, I’ll occasionally slip back to sleep. Other times, it just gets into me to go aft and check on m’girl, see how she’s runnin’, maybe do a little tinkerin’ if I can keep it quiet. Plenty of times, betwixt and between, when I can catch a nap in my hammock or on the couch in the lounge, if I get tuckered out. I do my best to keep quiet, ease open my bunk ladder so it don’t clank, mostly go barefoot or in my bunny slippers ‘cause they got soft bottoms.

The Cap’n has a hard time sleepin’, too, and I’ve bumped into him more’n once patrolin’ the ship or headed up to the bridge. Even found him face down on his log book once, asleep on the galley table.

It’s nice to wander down to the galley and make a cup of tea when the ship’s runnin’ quiet and everyone’s sleepin’. I ‘specially like mine with lots of soymilk an’ a little sweetenin’, if we got any. Tonight, my stomach got to growlin’ and I decide I’ll go poke around and see if I can salvage a snack from the little bit of rice and tofu left from