Jayne felt the hot blood pouring from the knife wound in his belly. He looked around Serenity at the damage from the Reaver's attack. Jayne's eyes blurred as he stumbled down the path to the bridge. Each movement took more of his strength than the last until he tripped and fell at the feet of the steps. He crawled up one step and then the next, until he was on his knees in the bridge. He made it to the chair and tried to contact the shuttles.

"Jayne?" the video panel sprang to life showing Inara at the helm of her shuttle.

"They won't be coming after you… got the last of em… Ship is safe… I'm…sorry. Tell the others I'm sorry…I wish I'd had time to make things right…I…" Jayne fell from the chair then and his body slumped down to the floor, as Inara's voice continued screaming at him. He couldn't understand what she was saying anymore. Jayne's eyes rolled back into his head as he lost consciousness.

6 hours earlier…

Jayne tossed and turned as his dreams assaulted him. They were always there. He could feel what was happening to her. He could feel each needle, see each heartless bastard cutting her. Then she screamed and he woke up suddenly his heart racing. His hands were shaking as he rolled out of bed. Jayne climbed slowly from his bunk and walked to the kitchen. He took out the bottle of whiskey and poured himself a shot before he sat down at the table.

It had been like this since Aerial. He'd see her torture knowing that he almost sent her back to that. Was it his conscious waking up after so long? Or was River getting a revenge of her own on him. It didn't matter now, he wouldn't sleep anymore tonight. After muttering a few choice words in chinese he downed his whiskey quickly.

"Can't sleep?" asked Book as he walked into the kitchen.

"Why sleep when I could be drinkin." grinned Jayne as he tried to slip into his normal behavior.

"Something is on your mind. It has been for a while now. They say confession is good for the soul." said the Shepard as he sat down at the table.

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