He found her, unsurprisingly, in the engine room huddled in a corner crying. Jayne looked around before holstering Boo, glad to see the engine was still turning and nothing seemed to be broken.

“Ah, Kaylee,” He said in his best reassuring voice, “Ain’t no need to be crying, I ain’t going to shoot ya.” He walked toward her as un-threatenly as he could.

Kaylee lifted her head and stared at him through red-rimmed eyes. “What’s going on?” She asked her tone frightened and worried.

“Just summin needed do’in.” He kneeled down next to Kaylee, sweet trusting Kaylee, who after a moment’s hesitation wrapped her arms around him in an attempt to comfort herself.

It was quick and painless and a moment later Kaylee’s body slumped to the floor of the engine room, her head at an odd angle.

Jayne looked up from staring at Kaylee’s body when he felt Her near. He smiled when River entered the engine room. The crazy girl was no longer wearing those summer dresses that fell limply around her body and hid the well-defined muscles. Instead she was wearing a pair of green cargo pants and a black tank top along with her combat boots. Around her hips was a familiar belt and holster. Her right hand rested on the butt of the Mare’s Leg.

River smiled at Jayne’s look of disappointment. She knew he had coveted that gun the first time he saw it.

“The doc?” He asked.

“Dead. It’s done.” She answered him.

He smiled with a leer as he gained his feet. She could feel the energy and sexual lust coming off him in waves and welcomed it, bathing her mind in it, careful to keep the blocks in his mind in place.

The sex was quick and painful. He thrusted his huge maleness into her with rough abandon. She only tightened her strong legs around his waist, opening herself to him even more, biting down on his right nipple, her heels digging into his buttocks and her nails leaving bleeding trails on his back.

After he came spilling himself inside her, she had them get dressed, and ordered him to deal with the bodies of