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JOB SATISFACTION - Chapter Nine

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Vents are useful things. Mal plays the messenger boy, Simon learns how to be intimidating, and Jayne doesn’t take the hint. Big Damn Action ensues.

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Job Satisfaction

A/N: Only one chapter left after this, and an epilogue. Thanks for all the comments, it’s nice to see the same people commenting on each chapter even if my numbers are dwindling (sob!) Thanks as always to Mavourneen! Enjoy, please comment.

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Chapter Nine – Old Tricks

“Kaylee?”

Kaylee started at the familiar voice calling her name. Picking herself up, she moved from her place by the door for the first time since Regan and Simon had left the room.

“Kaylee?” Jayne’s voice was more insistent.

Kaylee clambered onto a stool so that she could reach the vent in the wall. “Jayne?”

“Bout time,” came the gruff reply. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, Jayne. Where are Simon an’ River?”

“The girl’s in the room t’other side of me. Guessin’ the doc’s next to her.”

Kaylee sighed. “So they’re locked in?”

“Dunno bout the doc, but River ain’t. I asked her why the hell she was staying in her room, and she just said ‘waiting.’ Gorramn moonbrain…”

“Jayne,” Kaylee admonished by habit. She paused to think. “The Captain gonna come after us?”

“Eventually,” Jayne said, knowing that Mal wouldn’t let Kaylee or River come to harm. “Gonna have a job getting away from the doc’s old man, though.”

Kaylee slumped down on the stool, pressing her hands against her aching forehead. She was sure it should have stopped hurting by now.

“Doc’s probably sulking,” Jayne was muttering. “What with you knockin’ him back an’ everythin’.”

“I didn’t…” Kaylee began, but she had, so she stopped talking.

“You know,” Jayne said, and he sounded awkward. “I done know he’s a moron and he hurt you real bad, but if’n it makes any difference, he was pretty beat up about it. An’ he did come lookin’ for you.”

“Don’t care, Jayne,” Kaylee said in a small voice.

There was silence on the other side, and Kaylee revelled in it for a

Comments
Sunday, 17 June 2007 23:00
Oh, I like that Jayne tried to tell Kaylee that Simon was the one that wanted to come get her. Curious that she didn't want to hear it. Hopefully, they'll both be alive at the end of this so Simon can apologize profusely.

I like that Jayne thinks Simon was sulking or cowering and he really wasn't. I very much enjoying you having him do what he HAD to, but not be good at it - holding the gun.

And now Gabriel is in control. . . 1 more chapter left? Well, this will be interesting!
Monday, 18 June 2007 02:01
Things just go from bad to worse for these guys, don't they?

I wish Kaylee would listen to Simon, that would solve alot of problems, apart from the kidnapping.

Love it, love it, love it.
Monday, 18 June 2007 02:39
Kaylee is far more injured than she's led Simon to believe and that does not bode well ... hopefully, he'll get close enough once he manages to get her away from his father.

I really loved the fact that Simon let Jayne use his mother's life as a bargaining chip - that was good. Serves her right. And I really, really hate Gabriel!
Monday, 18 June 2007 09:18
That darn (other then Simon or River) Tam family!

Poor Simon and them go from bad to worse and back again. I feel for Simon cause Kaylee is not listening to him, but I can't say he dosn't deserve it after his whole "I'm gonna blame you forever" stint.

Can't wait to see Gabrial pay dearly!

Looking forward to the last chapter XD
Monday, 18 June 2007 13:00
I agree, kill Gabriel. Or, you know, a stern reprimanding :)
Monday, 18 June 2007 13:25
That's gotta be my new favourtie phrase... ;)
Thursday, 21 June 2007 04:02
Pear-shaped...every thing's gone pear-shaped, I tell ya!

;D

Another fabulous chapter here, Chazzer! Realy can't wait to see how the Tams Senior problem is dealt with and Kaylee's injuries handled;D

BEB

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