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Rating: PG-13 - If anyone things this needs to be rated higher let me know and I'll change it.

Pairings: Jayne/River with a tad of Mal/Inara

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Voices And Visions

By

Lattelady

Ch 9/12 Bridges And Storms

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The cargo bay was quiet despite the tension of getting ready to go out on a job. Jayne was transferring crates from the smuggler’s hold to the mule. As soon as he’d opened the bay doors, he’d lit the stogie that was clamped between his teeth. He was doing heavy work, so his long oilskin drover coat was slung over his weight bench. Every so often he’d stop and stare at the weather. The storm had let up some, but in his opinion, the moon was a shit hole. There were pools the size of small lakes dotting the thick red mud for as far as the eye could see. It looked like it had been raining for months.

Kaylee was under the mule with a wrench giving the machine a last minute check. She knew there was nothing wrong with it, because she’d been over it twenty times in the last week, but she was nervous and trying not to show it. The small task gave her something to occupy her hands. Everything was different and it was giving her a heavy feeling in her chest. She just wanted them to get on their merry. She’d always felt like that when the Captain, Zoë and Jayne would head out on a job ‘a crime, but today it was worse because River was going with them and Wash was gone. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, unknowingly smudging it with grease, when she thought about the man who had been like an older brother to her. All the hundreds of hours they’d spent together worrying, waiting, never sure if the people they loved would be returning in one piece or even returning at all. It made her sick at heart to know he was one who hadn’t return