A/N- I don't have as many lines from the poem scattered in this part, please forgive me. Also, PLEASE leaves comments !!!

Out here in the dark we wait in shadows….

Broken souls dance like leaves on the wind,

Waiting for sun to break out again,

Out here in the dark we wait in shadows,

Broken dreams, wrapped in our hands,

Like streamers for the things that leave,

And all we do is hold on tighter and tighter,

Until the hopes we long for fly away,

We search for answers we know we won’t find,

And we dream the dreams that we know are too big,

Because if we scale ourselves down to size,

We lose ourselves in the chaos,

We are the broken souls,

Dancing to our funeral march….

Jayne trudged out of the store, River fluttering around him murmuring odd things into his ears, like an annoying hummingbird.

“If I asked you to kiss me, would you?” River asked.

“No.”

River screwed up her face, as if mulling over his response.

“If Mal asked you to do something, would you do it?”

“No.”

“You aren’t listening to me. That’s not nice.”

“Thought we had a talk about niceness and that other stuffs this mornin’.”

“The big man is very perceptive,” noted River happily.

“The big man is very annoyed.”

“And acceptably sarcasm of seemingly average intelligence! I’m very pleased,” River told him.

“I ain’t the only one who’s bein’ sarcastic.”

“You used a big word. I’m so proud.”

“Do ya get that from your brother? Pants or somethin’?”

“I believe the word you’re looking for is “genes”, and it may be that. You would have to trace our family lines far back to find those of the same mind set as Simon and me. Our parents were fools and blindly loyal to the shadows of those who once were,” River responded. “If I asked you to kiss me, would you?”

“Are ya likely to ask me?” snorted Jayne.

“I won’t need to ask,” she replied, stopping to execute a perfect pirouette. Jayne stopped dead in his tracks and she continued to dance ahead of him, twirling to face him and smile so