Really short chapter, but short is better than nothing, no?
Sorry about the long wait between drinks, people, this one wasn't talking for a long while.
Then it kinda did. Chapter eight brings you mostly set up. I won't make you wait so long for the next part.
Disclaimer: The shiniest dolls aren't mine, the ones with scuff marks all over 'em, (you know the ones, with the little blue pen marks on their arms and the hair that's just that little bit skewiff and toes that have been chewed by the dog), those are mine.
Rating: This one... G. Fluffapalooza.
Comments: Seriously, FLUFFAPALOOZA. And I'm sorry to leave it there. It just happened.
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Previous Chapters: , , , , , and *** CHAPTER EIGHT *** "Ow." Jayne cracked an eye open at the voice down at the end of the bed. "I know, sweetie, I tried to tell him." Kaylee answered softly, her voice was light with laughter. "Now hold still a minute and don't wake him up." "Too late." He growled, shuffling up onto his elbows. "How the ruttin' hell did you get in?" "Jayne!" Kaylee hissed as Lilly giggled. "Sorry, kid." He leaned his head to the side so he could rub his eyes awake, then frowned down at the two girls, sitting crouched at the end of the bed. "What happened?" Lilly had her leg stretched out and Kaylee was in the middle of cleaning what looked to be a scratch of sorts. Their faces,