Old Warriors - Part Three: The Pokie
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
In the aftermath of their U-Day brawl, Mal and Jayne reminisce about times past and friends long gone. Set long after the Rebellion triggered by events in the BDM.
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Title: Old Warriors 3/4
Chapter Title: The Pokie
Author: hisgoodgirl
Characters: Jayne, Mal (not slash), OMCs
Pairing References to Jayne/Kaylee.
Warning: Some characters have deceased. PG-15 for profanity.
Setting: Long after the Rebellion triggered by events in the BDM.
Disclaimer: All belong to Joss. They just come play in my head.
A/N: This little tale started out as a one-shot look at reunion between a couple of BDHs, but took on a life of its own. Herein be some answers about what might have happened to whom… Mouse-over for Chinese. Please let me know what you think.
Cross-posted at LJ.
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Old Warriors
Part Three: The Pokie
“Well, that went well.”
Mal chuckled and then groaned. “Ow, that hurts” He braced one hand against his side to support his cracked ribs, then shifted, trying to ease his battered frame into some semblance of comfort against the hard brick wall of the jail cell. His left eye was swollen shut, the color of a ripe eggplant, and his beloved brown coat was clearly the worst for the experience.
“Couldda gone a little better, don’tcha think?” Jayne asked skeptically as he gently explored his ear and the deep, swollen laceration above it. His lip was puffy, making his speech a bit hard to understand, and the front of his t-shirt was darkly crusted with drying blood, some his, some from his foes.
The merc looked at the knuckles of his right hand. Bone gleamed through the split bisecting the middle one. “Musta caught some bèn de hún dàn in th’ teeth.”
“More than one, I’m thinkin’.” Mal grinned and winced.
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The old friends looked at one another, both beat all to hell, and started laughing, even ‘though laughing hurt. The deputy sitting at the desk down the cell row from them tilted his head and looked their way.
“We got us a couple of crazy old motherfuckers back there, you know it?” he observed to his boss
You can't take the sky from me
Vera
Still...not sure if I want to call Kaylee's death due to an exploding hydraulic pump ironic or just mighty saddening. The idea kinda conjures up the imagery of a faithful pet suddenly up and biting you one day because they contracted rabies or something. And I can't imagine how hard it was for Jayne, even with the glimpse we get through his admission about unconsciously waiting for Kaylee to arrive, even after her death. Rather surprised Jayne didn't try to kill himself to join her...
Gotta say though that I am mighty glad that Mal and Jayne have been able to reach this level of camaraderie and acceptance about their pasts and the various moments where life just didn't seem worth much due to the loss. Still, having River pop up when they are released would be mighty nice;)
BEB
“You hear from ‘Nara lately?”
Mal looked startled, fresh pain behind his eyes. “Then you ain’t heard?”
Jayne’s brows knotted and he shook his head. “Uh-uh. What the hell happened, Mal?”
“I got a wave from Sheydra about six couple months back. Cancer. Musta been pretty far gone before they caught it. Said she went real fast.”
He was a rascal and loved the ladies as much as Jayne.
He was a tarheel from Roanoke Rapids and he was reunited with his beloved wife near three years ago.
So yeah, this chapter really struck a chord.
Thanks for sharing.
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