Simon was unsurprisingly in the infirmary. He shuffled though papers trying to find the most recent chart he had made for River. A shuffling sound and a deep clearing of the throat caught his attention. Simon spun around to see Jayne in the doorway.

"Yes?" Simon raised an eyebrow and scanned the large man for blood.

"I, uh, wanted ta say somethin'." Jayne's uncomfortable demeanor showed.

Simon placed the papers on the counter. "Go ahead."

Jayne looked at the floor then back up at the young doctor. "I feel ya now."

Simon knitted his eyebrows together, "Feel me?"

"Yeah," Jayne nibbled on his thumbnail. "I guess I know how it is for ya now. And 'm sorry ya don't have family ta help."

Simon's face softened. "Thank you, Jayne. You are very lucky to have a good family. She'll be just fine."

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-One week earlier-

"Now you're sure you want to be the one to go in there?" Mal had a look of genuine worry he didn't usually direct towards the mercenary.

Jayne straitened his jacket sleeves. "Yeah, it's gotta be me. I'm the only one who knows what she looks like. If'n more'n one of us goes in, he'll get suspicious. Men don't take a posse to buy a slave."

Mal grunted his agreement and handed Jayne his hat. "What gun are you taken'?"

"Vera's gonna hafta sit this'n out. I need somethin' little." He slipped a simple revolver inside his jacket and walked towards the air lock. "Tell Wash ta keep it runnin'. This won't take long."

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"Now what kind of, er, helper were you looking for, Mister . . . ."

"Lee."

"Mr. Lee."

The man walking beside Jayne disgusted him. It took every ounce of strength he had not to reach out and crush the man's scrawny throat. However, Jayne knew that harming the piece of go se now might keep him from finding her. He, instead, calmly walked beside him towards the barn.

"I'm, um, . . . .well, I was thinkin' a girl."

The man nodded his head and smirked knowingl