The Bravest Thing Part 3 by Nailani Williams

Disclaimer: No Copyright Infringement intended so Joss put down the Sword of Truth!

Summary: Taking place after the BDM. Jayne and Zoe, pairing. Jayne’s secret personal grief from his past ends up pushing him closer to Zoe than he could ever imagine.

Rating: PG-13 (as of now)

A/N: This is non-canon pairing of Jayne\Zoe, there’s no sex in this part but there might be soon of course all NC-17 parts will be marked.

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Zoe:

I woke up with a hang over and a crick in my neck. I rose and looked up at Jayne who was fitting to wake up the same way. He was sleeping, his head cocked back against the wall at an odd angle. The hand that was in my hair now was slack against the bed and the other hand still held the half drunk bottle of booze.

I stood up and stretched quietly trying to work out the kink it my neck, before I reached down carefully taking the bottle of booze from his hand a set it down on the floor. I then helped him lay down on his back in a comfortable position. He barely even snorted as I moved him.

After I moved him I couldn’t help but stand and watch him. For the first time in a long time I was torn. It wasn’t quite morning yet and for some reason I couldn’t get myself to return to my bunk and I couldn‘t pinpoint why. I took a step towards the latter to his bunk and then stopped.

The green box of his keepsakes was still open. So I sat down on the floor and looked at another capture.

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Jayne:

I was awake the moment she sat up, but I didn’t know what to do or say to her after I opened up like I did. I felt raw and I didn’t want to see those big brown teary eyes on me anymore so I feigned sleep. A part of me was mad at her. Angry, that she was in my space. I was mad at myself for letting her in. It would have been easier if I left.

Now she would stare at me with pity and probably share it with the others. And they would cry, “Poor Jayne Cobb!” I could see Little K