Spilling Secrets

Author: dystopia

email: the_charmed_citlali@yahoo.com

Browncoat alias: nopowerintheverse

Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Don’t sue. No money.

Rating: PG for eh… language and elements

Notes: My first Firefly fanfic!!! Be gentle…

Summary: Post- “Objects in Space”, River talks to some of the crew.

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Jayne

Jayne is bending over an open crate, sifting through it, looking to scrounge some food before supper. “Just stop right there,” he says, not bothering even to look up. River stops right behind him. He casually gets up, munching on some kind of protein granola bar and smirks triumphantly at the girl. “Thought you could sneak up on me. Well, moon brain, can’t scare me none.”

“Don’t want them to know that you care,” River says. A tiny smile plays at the corners of her mouth, “Rough and gruff. Guard Dog, good boy.”

Jayne glares at her, “Stop that gorram crazy talk. Or I’m gonna make sure you never open that ruttin’ mouth of yours again.”

“Weren’t always so tough,” River continues. “Had a mother and a sister, cousin and stepfather. He died.”

Jayne tries to step around River, but she stands firms, “You’re the man of the house now Jayney.”

“Don’t call me that!” Jayne yells, slightly startled at the use of the old pet name. “My mother calls me that.”

“Had to take care of them. But sister got sick. Please don’t die, Betty. Have to be strong. She slipped away in the night. Mother was so sad that she sent you away. To brother’s house. He was mean. Shaped you, told you what it meant to be a man.” She pokes him hard in the chest, causing him to step back, “Don’t cry! Cryin’s for sissies, you ben zhou hun dan.” River continues to advance on Jayne, pushing him, making him stumble over crates and he falls on a chair. “That’s right, cry. Cry like a little girl. Qi ying,” River spits on the now shaken Jayne. He makes no movement to grab her or push her away, or even wipe the spit from his face. He just stares up at her. She steps back and lowers her head, “Got angry, too