A Jaylee story which originally started as a set of lyric prompts for the lyric_ficathon at Live journal.

This chapter is post OIS and the BDM isn't going to happen.

Prompt: Covenant woman, intimate little girl Who knows those most secret things of me that are hidden from the world. – Covenant woman by Bob Dylan

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Kaylee pushed a weary hand through her hair and leant against the bench waitin’ for the water to boil.

She hadn’t slept for more than an hour since the crash. As the only able-bodied person on board she was dividin’ her time between checkin’ on the injured crew, tryin’ to fix the communications and cookin’.

Kaylee had searched the infirmary and after she and Vic read the books she found they decided to straighten the other girl’s legs.

Kaylee had doped her up good beforehand, but it had still been awful painful and the sound of the bone crunchin’ as she pulled the mercenary’s legs straight was gonna stay with her forever. She was sick then; and so was Vic and they both cried. But Vic seemed much easier with her legs straightened and bound up and in some ways she was the least badly off.

Monty was conscious but Kaylee had had to lead him to the catwalk because he couldn’t see very well and weren’t his regular self in his mind. He kept driftin’ off and bein’ real vague. She’d sat him beside Vic makin’ them as comfortable as she could, draggin’ a mattress up from the crew quarters and gettin’ them off the cold metal floor.

She’d had to leave Dan in the engine room though, there was no way she could move him, even if Monty were able to help.

Over the last day she’d managed to fix the internal communications, so she left the comm. on in the engine room to listen for Dan and gave Vic a handheld.

Kaylee kn