A/N: Red is the color of anger in Western Culture and luck in Chinese Culture.

In the coming days, Jayne found that it was easy to be John Pembry. When he

was shown things that would've made Jayne Cobb go through the roof, he simply

smiled tightly and nodded...all he ever seemed to do was nod. He rarely spoke

to anybody on the ship he was on, which was called Goliath. To everyone but a few of the Core

officers, who thought he was a bit simple, this silence gave him a

mysterious quality - rumors about him were traded more than cigarettes with

some of the greenest recruits.

This made Jayne want to laugh all the time. He wanted badly to tell Kaylee about this. He could hear her laugh in his head, "The mysterious Jayne!" she'd practically shriek, throwin her head back like she was crazy.

At night he would dream of her and being back on Serenity. He'd dream that she would come down into his bunk wearin her boots and his big coat with naught beneath it but them lacy panties she'd bought on Valentines Day. Jayne put little stock in such holidays, but sometimes the presents were better then Christmas. Now she'd wriggle outta that big coat real slow, like some fancy dancer in a bar. And there she'd stand in those little undies and big ol boots, pretty as you please.

He could smell her in those dreams, just like he could feel her skin under his fingers and taste her.

Jayne would suck at her breasts just to hear her moan his name. Kaylee'd press up against him and he'd sneak his fingers up underneath all that lace, teasin her for a while till he-

woke up, alone, wondering where Kaylee was, where Serenity was. Then he'd remember that he'd left and that Kaylee probably never wanted to see him again.

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Zoe sat next to Simon in the passenger dorm. "Well," Simon said, "the baby appears to be healthy from all the scans we took on Paquin. It's a wonder we could find anybody at all but that doctor did a wonderfu