Survival Guide

Chapter Six

A Jayne Kaylee Story

By Belasera

NC-17, kiddies

A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend: All recognizable characters, etc. belong not to me, but to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox, and no money is being made here. The story, however, is mine.

Archiving: Sure, just tell me where it is so I can send my baby care packages with funny hats.

This is my very first attempt at fan-fiction, and will be a multi chapter story. It is already outlined, but I would appreciate any and all feedback, positive and negative, to help me flesh out the story as well as my meager capabilities allow. This is brought to you without beta, folks.

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“Aw, Gorramit Zoe! Mal, she shot me!”

“Yeah, she’s a good woman.”

Jayne’s bloody hand slipped from the railing as he tried to stand, and Mal went to support him.

“Get your humpin’ hand off me.”

“Ya can’t fight us all, Jayne. And we’ve got it in our heads to keep your sorry ass on board. Probably you can thank Kaylee for that, she seems to think you somethin’ special. So stop wastin’ that time we ain’t got, and let Simon dig that bullet outa you.”

With a surly scowl, Jayne let Mal help him to sickbay.

“And Simon’s gonna dope you some, don’t fuss. Won’t have you creepin’ off while we’re busy not noticin’.”

“I’ll watch him.”

Kaylee moved to Jayne’s side, and Mal nodded.

“Just for a minute though, then I need you in the engine room getting’ Serenity ready to do…well, anything we might need of her.”

Kaylee nodded. “You just give us a job, cap, we won’t let you down.”

“I know ya won’t.”

The crew hurried off, each anxious to do something, anything, to save their lives. Simon got to work on Jayne’s leg while Kaylee held his hand.

Jayne avoided her face, watching the doctor work instead. Simon glanced up to meet Kaylee’s eyes with a slight smile.

“I’m not here.”

She smiled back and squeezed Jayne’s hand.

“Please look at me.”

Jayne shook his head stubbornly.

“Is it really like you said, you all empty feelin’?”