Author: EvilEdna

Email: EvilEdna42@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13 for some slight cursing

Summary: Jayne needs rescuing…..

“Rescue”

“Well, this ain’t good.”

Jayne Cobb looked around his cell and huffed out a sigh, causing his ribs to twinge in a most painful way.

“This ain’t good at all.”

Easing his back against the wall, he slowly slid down it, one hand clapped to his side as he tried to suppress the pain. It had seemed like such an easy job….. Hell, the Captain had even said it would be an easy job. Should’ve tipped him off right there, really.

Finally managing to get his ass to reach the floor, Jayne took stock of his situation. Broken rib, more’n likely, and in a pokey little jail cell. All in all, not one of his better days. Hearing the jangling of keys, he narrowed his eyes and tried to look imposing, which sure wasn’t easy when he was near enough collapsed on the floor.

“Well, Mr Cobb. How are we feeling?” A short guard with a pock-marked face grinned evilly through the bars of the door.

“Ain’t sure how you’re feelin’, but I’ve been better.” Jayne grunted in reply.

“Seems we’ve got us a problem here, Mr Cobb. See, bar-room brawling’s an offence here in Phoenix and, correct me if’n I’m wrong, but that’s exactly what you were doing when we picked you up.”

“Brawling’s a little strong. Weren’t more than a couple punches when all’s said.”

“I’m not here to argue semantics, Mr Cobb. Now, brawling ain’t nothing more than an itty bitty offence mostly, but for some reason I really, really don’t like you. So we’re going to let you sit there for a while and stew, and then maybe we’ll take you to the judge and maybe she’ll decide to let you stew some more. You better get real used to stewin’.”

Jayne peered a little more closely at the guard. He sure did look familiar….

“Say,” he said, “ain’t you the weaselly faced little guy I beat up on last night?”

The smile on the guard’s face faded like the sunset.

“Twin brother. Bet you’re wishin’ you stayed on that b