All I ask is that you don't kill me.
I know there are a lot of Simon/Kaylee supporters reading this and I know there are a lot of Jayne/Kaylee supporters too.
You know what they say, you can please some of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time.
Just... you know... don't kill me.
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Previous chapters to be found: 1. , 2. , 3. , 4. , 5. , 6. , 7. and 8. . *** Disclaimer : The usual drivel, it ain't mine and never will be. Rating: This part, G. Comments: Written at 4.30am under heavy influence of the flu. This is what you get. *** 9. CHOICES. Kaylee sat at the head of the table. It felt strange, so very strange, to be sitting in the seat that was universally Mal’s. Her hand clenched and unclenched on the table top and she watched her fingers curl into themselves, unfurling open and empty. Her head was loud, full of a thousand thoughts and recriminations. The room was loud, full of confusion and resentment and the rest of the crew taking their places at the table, their eyes boring into her. It was all loud, but she was stuck in silence, the inability to swallow,