Even If The Odds Are Lousy: Part 1 of 2

Rating: PG-15 for graphic violence and multilingual adult language

Characters/Pairings: Crew, OMC. Implied S/K, potential J/K.

Disclaimer: All belong to Joss. I got nada.

A/N: My first post here in a while. Written for the LJ Firefly Fanfic Fest prompt: “Jayne meets an old flame in port” , and cross posted from my LiveJournal. Hover for translation. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. If you read and enjoy it, please let me know.

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Even If The Odds Are Lousy

Part One

“It was her , Mal. I swear to God!” Jayne shoved aside the unfortunate porter who happened to step in front of him. His long stride and loud voice were a clear indicator of his agitation. “I’d know her anywhere.”

Mal glanced sidelong at his gunhand. Jayne was prone to exaggeration and he was skeptical. “You got a good look at her?”

“Hell, yeah.” The big merc kept glancing back over his shoulder, although they were well past the object of their conversation.

“Mightta been mistook, you know.”

Jayne shook his head vehemently. “Not ruttin’ likely, long as we was together.” He wheeled ’round and grabbed Mal’s shoulder, halting his boss in mid-step.

Mal looked down at the big paw planted against him and then cocked an eyebrow pointedly at the mercenary. “Jayne, you might wanna think about gettin’ your gorram hand off me, mǎshàng! ”

The big man removed the offending appendage from his captain. “Sorry. It’s just – I never figured on seein’ her again and now that I have, I gotta get her back.”

“Jayne, Vera weren’t the only Callahan ever built. It’s been two years since you lost her – “

“Dammit, Mal, that weren’t my fault. That hún dàn was cheatin’ an’ you know it. Ruttin’ game was rigged.”

“Mayhap it was. Still, you got no way of knowing you just saw the same gun.”

Jayne shoo