“Simon, gorram it” Kaylee’s voice was almost cross; the man was nearly useless in the engine room. Before she could continue with her criticism the Captain was yellin’ over the comm.

“Kaylee we need to be flying not dropping like a stone.”

“We’re workin’ as fast as we can Captain” Kaylee lied as she looked round the engine room. “It’d go faster if I had Jayne here.”

Earlier when she’d woken up from her dream of sex, Jayne, love and safety, she’d felt happy and rested. Her stomach tingled when she realised that she’d gone to sleep while the man brushed her hair. Her throat tightened when she noticed he was sleepin’ propped on the floor beside her.

For a while Kaylee had just lay there and watched him sleep. He was off guard and relaxed, the man must trust her some, to go to sleep while she was there. His face weren’t pretty; there was too much strength there for pretty, but he was swai.

Kaylee had given into temptation and run her hand lightly down the side of his face, fingers strokin’ through the hair of his goatee along the strong jaw line. She was rewarded when Jayne on wakin’ lifted his hand up and grasped her fingers gently, blue eyes unreadable. They’d been sittin’ there starin’ at each other in some sorta holdin’ pattern when the proximity alert went off.

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“Jayne” the Captain turned to an empty space; the man had already gone taking his weapons with him.

This morning when the proximity alert went off and they had discovered the derelict ship, Mal had been pleased.

Unlike the last derelict they had found, this one had been abandoned only because of engine failure. He had sent Zoë, Jayne and Kaylee over to see if anything was salvageable. They were still collecting when the alarm went off for the second time.

He was stunned to see that the ship looming beside them was the Walden, and that the captain was asserting his right to the salvage. Mal knew, from his previous experience with the catalyser, that the other captain couldn’t be trusted.

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