Slim as Dimes, Part 3

By belasera

NC-17…ish

Oh, the things you hear in a cracked spaceship…I’m going back to my first love, Jayne/Kaylee, with a smattering of Simon for good luck.

Spoilers for the BDM!

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They was bad deaths. Jayne couldn’t stop thinkin’ it, the words dropping’ into his head at all times of the day, just settling in til he felt sick from it. They was bad, wasn’t right for two people like that to be…just…plowed down, by the gorramn Alliance, who’d he’d never spared as much hatred for as Mal did, but the sentiment was catching on. By the feng luh reavers, who had no ruttin’ sense to them, be doing the sort of wreckin’ they did and for what? For nothin’. For bad deaths.

Everyone was livin’ it, not just Jayne. Wasn’t nobody not movin’ through the day like the ship was tilted bad, like they was about to go sliding.

Kaylee…Jayne wished he could do something when her sobbin’ came roarin’ into his bunk, but he had nothin’ worth a damn to say to her. She had Simon now, anyway.

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Wasn’t everything bad. Inara came back, seemed like for good, and River was like a new person, to be talkin’ all the time nearly sensible, to be flyin’ the ship when Cap’n would let her. Zoe was…such a thing that Kaylee didn’t know what to be her own self around her, wanted to be holdin’ her all the time, but she never did, not even once. Zoe was calm in a way Kaylee couldn’t fathom, not when she was sobbin’ most nights her own self, holding her belly like bits might tumble out from the way it hurt.

In a way, Simon made it worse.

It couldn’t be helped, them bein’ way they were together, like two people found a treasure chest and couldn’t stop pryin’ it open to peer inside. That’s how Kaylee felt, anyhow. Like she had to always be checking to make sure he was still there, that this one good thing in all the muck was really happening. It gave her pain to think how Zoe might feel, seein’ them slide right into bein’ the couple on board