Disclaimer: I no way, shape, or form am I connected to Joss's lovely creation.

Authors Notes: Once again I have to give a shout out to Reginaroadie. After struggling for hours trying to come up with Simon's vows, he put me out of my misery and wrote the most incredibly romantic thing I've ever read in my life. So remember when you're reaching for the box of tissues that it was his romantic genius that came up with that, not mine. Thanks Reginaroadie!

Past, Present, & Future

By KaySky

Part Nine

The day before the wedding was chaos. Danielle had transformed into a sergeant, barking orders at her regime.

“Jayne, I know you’ve been shot and all, but that was days ago.” Danielle said very calmly. “I NEED YOU TO FOCUS!” She said not so calmly. “I could have hired a chimp to set up the chairs, but I thought you could handle it.” She pulled the chair out of Jayne’s hands. “Clearly I was wrong.”

“Everybody always yells at me.” Jayne grumbled.

“That’s because you usually deserve a good yellin’ at.” Mal had walked up behind Jayne. “I think the bride-to-be needs to see you.” He told Danielle.

“Mal, do you think you can manage the task of setting up chairs in an actual line instead of scattering them about wherever you please?” Danielle smiled at Mal, but her eyes focused on Jayne. “Obviously, the task calls for someone of great intelligence.”

“My, my, Danielle Blake, I never pegged you for quite the…”

Jayne wanted nothing more than to finish Mal’s sentence. Danielle didn’t let him. “Jayne Cobb if you want to live to see the sunset you better keep that trap of yours shut.”

“I’ll handle things.” Mal assured her. “Go see to Kaylee.”

Danielle stormed off towards the Frye house, making sure to bump hard into Jayne as she passed by him.

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Simon was sitting in the small office of the Frye home thinking of his vows. He tore another piece of paper out of his notebook, crumpled it up, and tossed it in the trashcan.

“Feelings don’t come from the mind.” River