Disclaimer: My toys are nowhere near as shiny as these ones, so I'm just gonna borrow 'em for a bit, muss with their clothes, brush their hair, then put 'em back nice and shiny like, ok? Any dialogue that seems familiar is also not mine, they're all sold separately.

Summary: Much ado about nothing. A lot of fuss over something that amounts to little more than a touch. This fic is mostly before the start of Season One, winding a little through the whole season, then finishes after it.

Comments: I was going for a PWP, but kinda ended up with "A little bit of Almost Porn with a lot more Plot". Ideas have a way of getting into my head and torturing me slowly until I obey. Jayne and Kaylee are strong willed characters that will have their way.

Feedback: Oh, yes please. All feedback is craved (printed out, drooled over, rolled around naked on) and always answered. wily_one24@yahoo.com.au

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Jayne has never thought of himself as the smartest man, nor the luckiest. He gets the job done, he gets paid and he gets by. If he can work it so's he has fun along the way, then it's a job well done. This, however, this is one move he considers both smart and lucky.

He stands at the entry to the ship, inside seems clean, from what he can see, as if there's an invisible barrier stopping the dust from passing through. This is as good a sign as any for him. The man who hired him less than an hour ago is nodding a hello at him.

Jayne nods back with an uneasy tension. He's wary of this man. Ain't too many people who'll hire you when you got a gun pointed straight at 'em. Then offer you more money, a room and free use of the kitchen while he's at it.

Jayne's looking for a catch.

"Was wondering if you'd be back." Mal eyes the bags and cartons that Jayne has lugged here. "We got a mule back any minute now, if'n you need help with anything."

"This is all."

Mal nods, approval at the light travel. A beat of silence.

"I'll help him, Cap'n."

He turns to see someone pick