Chapter 15.
It belongs to Joss and all those business people. I'm just playing.
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, , , BS Book II, BS Book III, Chapter 1. Timing, pairings, and canon blurbs are in my . Many thanks to desertgirl for the beta read.
Jayne Cobb recognized the after-effects of a blow to the head; he’d experienced such things before. A weight like a heavy stone sat on his left temple, pressing down as if it meant to stop his eyes from opening. Normally, he wouldn’t argue. He’d found that the best way to deal with this kind of pain was to burrow down beneath it and not come up until several long healing hours could pass, but this time he couldn’t let himself do it. A mysterious but undeniable urgency wouldn’t let him be.
His sluggish mind slowly trudged its way to an answer, and like a sudden light in the dark it finally came to him: he’d heard a gunshot. He’d heard angry voices abruptly silenced by the sharp crack of a bullet turned loose. It wasn’t Jayne’s way to lay on his back while guns were in play. Stubbornly, he fought his way out from under the ache. The first thing he heard was an unwelcome voice.
“Jayne? Jayne, can you see?”
A good dozen fingers waved in front of Jayne’s eyes, an indistinct lily-white face behind them. Jayne did his best to slap the fluttering hand away and managed to mumble something h
Many lives were spared in this chapter. A pity. After Will's death, I was half-hoping that everyone and everything on the ferry would be shot. By Mal. Or maybe Jayne. In any event, great stuff.
Though maybe this time someone can stop Mal from having Mr. Wrench say hi to Jayne's underdeveloped skull, since technically Jayne doesn't deserve all the blame here. He never saw the boarders the last time and no one ever told him any more than a name. Realistically, how was he to know?
We should call it a new genre: the Firefly Shuffle.
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