Apparently, all the muses for my longer series-es are a little off their game (their game is in Cuernervaca) and, so, I barrage you all with these small, one shot pieces.

Disclaimer: This fic makes me kinda glad they're not mine.

Rating: R, for darker, adult themes. Nothing too graphic.

Comments: This is what happens when you make me write eight chapters of fluff. I need to UN-fluff somwhere.

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DIDN’T MEAN NOTHIN’

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“You filthy son of a whore!”

Simon crawled backwards on his elbows, feet scrabbling at the infirmary tiles until he hit the far wall, where he used the leverage of his spine to help him up to a standing position. His fist smeared messily across his blood smeared face.

“You want another go ‘round, doc, is that it?” He stepped forward. “’Cause I’ll happily blacken the other eye for ya.”

“Jayne.” Mal’s voice didn’t change one bit, but it still sounded like he was growling. “Leave this room, now.”

“But…” Jayne didn’t turn around.

“I ain’t askin’. Best not make that mistake.” As Mal stepped between them, his hand rested easily above his hip. There wasn’t anything big about the gesture, anybody could be forgiven for not even noticing it, but Jayne did, Jayne knew the holster and the gun that lay underneath it. “Just go to your bunk. I’ll be wantin’ to talk to you about this tomorrow.”

“Weren’t my fault, Mal.” Not that it would do any good, not that anyone would believe him. “He started it.”

“I didn’t…”

“Don’t antagonize him, doc. I’ll deal with you, soon.” Mal hissed to the figure against the wall before turning back to Jayne. “We got a job need doing tomorrow an’ I’ll rest a mite easier knowing we got a medic still able to medicalise after we get our asses shot at. Again. Go to your bunk.”

“Captain.” Jayne bit the words out, knowing they sounded anything but obedient. “Yes sir, Captain.”

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