AN: You're all really great with the reviews! Hope if you've stayed you enjoyed the ride so far, and the payoff doesn't disappoint. (If you don't want to read R-rated stuff, stop after they leave the dining room at the end. But it's my first sex-scene, so pretty mild!)
Previous parts: Part 7 'Simon? Can you take a look at Jayne’s arm?’ Zoë asked. Mal was sitting up at the end of the infirmary bed, trying to keep track of whose injuries Simon had and hadn’t dealt with yet. ‘Metal in it,’ River observed with a gloomy interest. Whether she was talking about Jayne’s arm or some injury of her own, Mal couldn’t tell. This hadn’t been the best of days. It had begun at four a.m. ship-time with a screaming fit from River. Then the new job, the one that he had felt unaccountably uneasy about, had ended in every member of the crew bar himself with some injury or another. He still wasn’t entirely sure what had went wrong, the cargo had been delivered and paid for, but someone on the dustbowl planet seemed to have taken against them. Jayne had assured him that he had never been on this planet to steal vast amounts of money and nearly spur off a workers rebellion, so that option was out. Simon had been working for three hours now, laboriously stitching up knife wounds and a few bullet grazes, and checking concussions. ‘Is that everyone?’ he asked, voice strained. Mal had a sudden troubling thought. If everyone on the crew had been in the fight, what about... ‘Simon?’ ‘Yes, Captain?’ The boy was at his side in an instant. ‘Did you...’ There was a crash. ‘Simon!’ Kaylee shrieked. Mal crawled off the cot and reached for Simon. Ignoring the twinge of humiliation, he felt about the floor until he hit Simon’s shoulder
You can't take the sky from me
Keep Flyin'
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