Something To Think On
by
Chapter Twelve
He found Jayne at the entrance to her shuttle. The big man was leaning in the doorway, looking around the room almost (though it wasn’t a word he’d ever before used to describe Jayne) thoughtfully.
“So?”
The merc turned toward him and eyed him for a bit; then nodded. “Yeah. I reckon I’ll go.”
Hands pushed in his pockets, lips pulled into a tight line, he breathed out a sigh of relief and nodded, like to convince himself he’d heard right. It’d been the thing that’d worried him most, in truth. “Can’t say I won’t be glad to have you along. Even through it all, I conjure I’m a mite better with you than without.”
The man to his left smirked. “Aw, hell, Mal. You’re gonna make me blush.”
He smiled a little despite himself, then took a deep breath, aiming to get to business. “Well, we’ve got a load to do. I told Wash –” Stopped short and shook his head, muttered to himself. “Jesus, you’d think I could remember.”
The merc nodded but didn’t look over at him (was still looking into her shuttle). “I’ve been doin’ it, too, past few days. Caught myself wonderin’ just yesterday if the Shepherd might wanna lift some weights, like he was right there. It’s just all this dyin’ –” He stopped short and looked over. “Sorry. Didn’t mean that.”
Tried his best to ignore that, carrying on with what he’d meant to say: “Zoe. I told Zoe to steer us in for a supply run. And there’s a derelict yard I want us to take a look at. Might be able to find a Hornet-class that’d do us good for this.” He nodded in the direction Jayne was still looking. “Shuttle’s not gonna do it. Serenity’d have to get in too close. She’d be scanned soon as we passed Bellerophon.”
The man didn’t look over, jus
The anger is definitely still with Mal, even after Wash has been buried. What would have happened if Zoe left? Awful, her leaving, awful, her staying.
Zoe at the end. The ship name was a gift, but I still like how you lead up to it.
"You can't take the sky from me!"
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