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Pairings: Rayne, M/I, S/K, Z/memories of Wash

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Voices and Visions

By

Lattelady

Ch - 4 - Voices Of The Living 4/12

It was mid-afternoon. Kaylee and River had gone with Inara to finish the supply run. Mal, as Serenity’s owner, was required to go to the Office of Shipping and Permits at Persephone’s local Alliance Headquarters. It was necessary to have all the repair documents registered before he could make an appointment for a physical inspection of the ship. At the last moment, Zoë had decided it was wise to accompany the Captain. It wasn’t anywhere near Unification Day, but the thought of him surrounded by Purple Bellies, gave her the jitters. One hostile word and they might be caught up in red tape until the end of time.

Jayne was sittin’ on a crate, slouched against the outer hull of the boat, watchin’ the activity in the ship yards. A cool breeze was blowin’ and the sun felt good against his body. It ached a mite from sparring with River Tam the night before. He smiled and took a puff of his cigar followed by a sip of Sake from the bottle in his hand. The girl was a tiny thing, but she could sure toss a man around when she had a mind to. Rememberin’ what had led up to it made him reach for his bottle again and take a bigger drink. He was thinkin’ on Crazy-Girl, and not the way he used ta. It made him a might twitchy tryin’ to figure out what it meant.

The Merc felt a shadow ‘cross his shoulders, but knew who it was by the sound of his footsteps. He didn’t bother to look toward the open cargo bay door, just kept staring straight ahead. “Doc, pull up a crate and sit a spell.” Jayne took another pull on his cigar and blew a smoke ring like the Shepherd had taught him. “I been ‘spectin’ ya.”

“You have?