Capacity Chapter 12

Joly

Rated: R for Language

Summary: Terrible news.

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Xiaofan woke up in a cold sweat, eyes blinking in the dim fire light. Her eyes focused and she saw a large figure in a chair by the fireplace.

“Jayne?” she whispered, trying to sit up.

He moved towards her.

“It’s so cold in here…”

“I’ll stoke up the fire,” he said, turning.

“No, inside. I’m freezing from the inside out.”

Her teeth actually chattered.

“It’s part-”

“I know. But If I just had a little-”

“No.”

“Jayne, not a whole d-”

“No. You want food, water, more heat, fine. No drugs, and you know it.”

She fell back onto the bed.

“Please don’t talk about food…”

Jayne sat on the edge of the bed.

“What do you need?”

She knew what she wanted, but tried to resign herself.

“Just stoke the fire and hold my hand.”

Jayne went to the fireplace.

“And get a bucket.”

Jayne didn’t turn around, just left the room to get the basin.

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Wash sat on the cortex all night. And everything he found made him grimmer and grimmer.

Then, they got a visitor.

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The entire crew, with the exception of Jayne, got ambushed in front of Xiaofan’s house.

“Well, didn’t expect to see your pretty face,” Mal said, hands up along with the rest of his crew.

Harken had his gun trained on them, along with the dozen or so men he brought with him this time.

“You were easy to find.”

Mal grimaced and looked over at Wash, who in turn grimaced.

“Wonderful, we were easy to find. Anything in particular you wanna shoot me for?”

Harken eyed Mal suspiciously.

“You have no idea?” Harken replied.

Mal made the confused and angry face.

Zoe decided to intervene.

“There something you wanna tell us? Or are we just going to stand here?”

There was the sound of a clearing throat. All e