Archangel – Chapter Thirty-one

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Serenity made her way through the black on a course for Londinium. The people from the training house, mostly Companions or Trainees, but also the staff of the residence, congregated in the cargo bay or the lounge, talking amongst themselves.

Now that they weren’t in any danger, most of the younger women agreed it had all been very exciting.

And who was that very large man with the swords. He had saved Mistress Sheydra’s life, and probably their’s as well. And wasn’t he handsome!

Kaylee fumed, listening to the twittering Companions. Her foot was tapping on the floor at an ever increasing rate, and her face was turning redder by the minute as she listened to those. . .those. . .them, talking about her man.

She looked up as the infirmary door opened, and Simon stood aside to let Jayne out. His left arm was in a sling, and his shoulder was heavily wrapped. As a result, Jayne was shirtless.

And pantless she noticed, as he emerged in that damn loincloth he wore under that damn armor of his. She had really liked it when she was helping him get dressed. With all of them looking at him, now, she hated, hated, the damn thing.

“I’m sure it’ll be healed by tomorrow,” Simon said drily, and Jayne grinned at him, tiredly.

“Probably the day after,” he nodded.

“I’ll see to you stuff, Jayne,” Zoe called from inside the infirmary. “Need to clean Vera for you anyway.”

“Thanks, Zoe,” Jayne said over his shoulder. Then he stepped out into the lounge, and was instantly surrounded by a bevy of Companions. And Companion wanna-be’s.

“Oh, Mister Cobb, are you all right?”

“Mister Cobb, I wanted to thank you, so much, for saving us!”

“What a magnificent sight it was!” “Oh, and that armor!”

“Excuse me!” Every head turned to look at a now very irate engineer, standing in front of the couch, arms folded, and a stern look on her normally beautiful features.

“He’s taken,”