A Jayne Cobb piece for ya. (POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE!!! You have been warned!)

There is no BUCKY AND BOB. Sowwies....................

Fall

2518

January 2nd

Onboard Serenity

(Written by Blake)

"Oh yeah." His characteristic gruffish-chortle was soft, but present all the same. Standing a top his bed, arms up over his head, he pushed forth a long line of silver, ribbed tubing. Etched and tarnished, aged but strong. It was even flexible in most of the right spots and for the price he paid, that was good enough. Wiggling his right arm, a snag was hit somewhere up in the duct of his ceiling where he was feeding through the fat wire.

He'd been working here and there on restoring this contraption for the past two weeks. In fact, if Jayne Cobb had to give praise where praise was due, he would say this was one of the most productive passing of time he'd ever done. Some wasted wages, at least in a time past he'd call it that, but today he called it well-spent genius. He was about as good as the Doc right now.

His developing of the contraption to distract himself from the sour moods of others was working, not that Jayne didn't feel a bit of his own discouragement based on recent weeks. The death of another man didn't mean much to him prior to getting on with Serenity, and now with Mal, Simon, River and well, yeah, mostly Mal, showing him each and every step about a new path. Book would call it righteous. There were other ways to label a man but only one came to mind: Loyal just was never a word good to describe Jayne Cobb, unless it was looking out for that number one.

Damn that Mal.

Damn Wash and damn the Preacher.

Back to thinking on his special project, Jayne turned his thoughts to self-genius once more and mentally pa