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Title: The Day My Boppa Hurt Me

Disclaimer: Joss is boss, owns the term Boppa 'cause she's brilliant and owns Frankie who I love and I don't remember who owns the endearment li'l bit but it ain't me.

Word Count: 915

Warning: Rayne pairing with Rayne!kid and lots of angst.

Rating: PG? More like G really...I don't know.

A/N: Please stick to the end with this and trust me!

The Day My Boppa Hurt Me

I was five years old.

A high pitch wail reached my ears as I played in the sittin’ area next to the sick room. I turned to see my Momma come runnin’ down the stairs screamin’. Uncle Simon rushed over to her.

“Mei mei—“

“My heart! My heart...” Momma sobbed and clutched at her chest. “It hurts, burning, burning. No! I can’t! Don’t let me go!” I started to get scared as she collapsed to the ground in a boneless heap cryin’ and screamin’. Uncle Simon didn’t know what to do but then the talk box crackled.

“Simon! Ready the infirmary.” That was Cap’n Mal. I looked at Momma and a feelin’ of dread filled me up and sat like a lump in my tummy. The airlock crashed open. Cap’n, Zoe and Mister Monty ran in as fast as they could carryin’ a heavy stretcher between the three of ‘em.

Momma wailed as they passed her into the sick room and threw herself after ‘em. Uncle Simon told me to stay put but I didn’t hear him. All I could hear was Momma.

“No, don’t. Don’t leave me, Jayne. You can’t. I need you. You make me whole. Pieces needed to be put together to make a picture. Leave out one piece and it doesn’t make sense!”

I cautiously approached the door. Momma was talkin’ quietly to the person on the bed.

It was my Boppa.

There was a soggy red patch on his stomach. A big big patch with lots of red coating his skin everywhere. So much red.

He was tryin’ to talk to Momma and I could barely hear him. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m so sorry.” He gasped in pain and started coughin’, blood t