Fic: Stages, Part 8 Acceptance
Title: Stages
Chapter: Part 8, Acceptance
Author: RayneSupreme
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Don’t sue. Just having fun.
A/N: This is it. The end to my first ever fanfic. Thanks to everyone for all the support.
Jayne was standin’ at the back of the fancy room. Weren’t in no mood for tea even if he was invited. Felt particularly nekkid since they confiscated all his girls upon enterin’ the Companion house, more like a gorram fortress in fact.
Jayne supposed keepin’ the Companions-in-training safe would be a concern but he didn’t think they’d have takin’ it quite so seriously. Seems like the moonbrained girl found a safe enough place ta’ be hidin’ out. She’d be safe here, maybe even safer than on Serenity, but even the burly and well-armed guards our front weren’t him, weren’t paid to protect her in particular. Jayne figured there was no place safer for the girl than with him.
As Jayne continued to contemplate the security of the place, he was half-listenin’ in on the small chat being bantered around between Inara, Simon and the shapely blonde lady called Isola. He couldn’t ignore that the woman was one of the most gorgeous creatures he’d ever did seen. And he be damned if he didn’t catch her once or twice flittin’ her eyelashes his way. He weren’t dumb enough to figure it was flirtin’, more like studyin’.
“She does spend an extraordinary amount of time dancing in the studio as of late,” the woman said, sending a small smirk in his direction. “She’s such a talented dancer, just as you said, Inara.”
Whether she meant it as a hint or not, Jayne used her statement as permission ta’ take his leave, as they say. As he checked back over his shoulder, he was surprised to see Inara flash him a knowing smile and nodded her head slightly in that way she does. Seemed like approval enough for him.
As he traveled the maze of hallways and courtyards of the place, Jayne reminded himself of the plan he had constructed over the last three days. He weren’t used ta’ thinkin’ so much or so hard but he had tried to figure what was best her, although most of him just wanted to find her and throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to Serenity. And damn it if he didn’t reach the same thinkin’ as Mal had. Just check on her. Make sure she’s doin’ good. Honor her choice and let ‘er know she can come back anytime she wants. Just check on her. Just check on her.
He repeated this in his mind just in case the girl could sense him coming. He didn’t want her to bolt if she heard him comin’. Rounding the corner, he heard the sound of music coming from an open doorway at the end of the hall. Music meant dancin’ and dancin’ meant his lil’ crazy girl.
Jayne stopped dead in his tracks soon as he had a sightline into the room. It was large and bright and lined with mirrors on three sides, the fourth openin’ to an outdoor balcony. As soon as his eyes fell on the dancer inside his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. He hadn’t realized until this very moment how beautiful River was. Sure, she’d been cute, then pretty and then kinda hot, but watchin’ her now, Jayne saw how truly beautiful she was. Her trim body was sheathed in some silky looking pink bodysuit, with a frilly looking see-through skirt sliddin’ across her thighs as she bent and twirled. Her long hair fell across her back, seemingly swaying to the tempo of the sad song that ripped through the room.
Just check on her, just check on her, he thought hard, hoping to prevent the other not-so-wholesome thoughts he had ‘bout the girl from flowin’ out. But damn if she ain’t the shiniest thing I ever did see.
Even as the last thought escaped, the girl stopped. She straightened herself out and caught his eyes in the mirror. Jayne’s stomach clenched at the amazing smile that lit up her face and then felt it drop as the smile slid into something that he weren’t sure what it was, but it weren’t good.
“Hey Crazy.”
He watched as she turned slowly to face him.
“Hello Jayne,” she whispered. “What are you doing here? Is there something wrong with Simon?”
“Nah. Nothin’ like that.”
She dropped her eyes to the floor then walked in that graceful Inara way toward a small table, busying herself with stuff laid out on a fancy tray.
“Oh, well then,” she glanced at him quickly. “Would you like some tea?”
“Tea?,” Jayne screeched. “Gorram, girl! I haven’t seen ya’ in months, been dying a little everyday since ya’ left an’ now ya’ wanna have tea? What has this fancy whore school been teachin’ ya’ anyway?”
River just stared back at him, no expression on her face, no rolling eyes, no spark of anger even.
Jayne sighed and tried to push his anger down. It was plain to see she weren’t gonna jump into his arms and she weren’t even gonna fight. It was frustrating him somethin’ fierce ta’ have her right in front of him and not feel that connection he’d been missing for months. He allowed himself to twirl a bit of her hair around his finger, just ta’ prove she was real.
“Are ya’ even in there, Moonbrain,” he questioned. “Ya’ look beautiful and all but I’m not sure what I’m lookin’ at here but it ain’t you.”
At that, she smiled sadly. “Exactly right, Jayne. That’s why I’m here. To figure out who I am, where I belong.”
“That’s what this is all about,” he fumed, his hands now clenched in fist at his side.
“Why dincha’ just ask me before you went runnin’ half-way ‘cross the verse.”
“Sweet Jayne, it was obvious. You accepted me as I was. You don’t have any more answers for me than I do.” He felt her delicate hand press gently on this cheek, feelin’ like the best thing he ever felt. “It’s good to see you, Jayne. I’m fine. Go home.”
“That’s it!!! Good to see you now git?” Jayne took a step back from her from fear of strangling her pretty little neck. “Well, I came here to make sure you’re doing alright and then I figured I’d be on my way. But ya’ ain’t. Ya ain’t alright, are ya’ girl?”
Jayne took to pacing a bit back and forth, gesturing around the room. “Sure, you got yerself a right fine dancin’ space here ‘cept I didn’t see no smiles when ya’ was dancin’. No joy like you usually have.” He pointed to the tray. “And you’re not one ‘fer servin’ tea. And God help ya’ iffin this whore school taught ya’ more than that. Way I see it, ya’ been here long enough. Time’s tickin’ girl. We ain’t getting any younger, dong ma?”
“I know that,” she said. “Time doesn’t stop, evolution is mandatory, change is the universal constant. But Jayne, I must find my place. My place to be myself, so that I may move forward; to grow, to change, to give, to take, to love, to lose…to live.”
Jayne pushed his hand through his hair, figuring his next move.
“Ni zai jiang shen me pi hau! I see talkin’ ain’t getting’ us nowhere.” Jayne got to her in two quick steps, grabbed her to him, and crushed his mouth onto hers. He wanted to devour her, to make her understand, to show her what she’d been missing. She had tensed at first but slowly began to melt against his chest, her hands gripping at his shoulders. He remembered that there was nothin’ in the ‘verse better than this and Jayne was thinking by the way lil’ moans were purring from her throat that she was startin’ to remember that too.
“Jayne,” she whispered against his lips. A dismissal, an apology.
He grabbed at her shoulders and pushed her back a step, not letting her go so easy now that he had tasted her again. “Ya’ want answers? Alright. Here we go. Who are ya’? You are our crazy girl. You’re Mal’s lil ‘Tross. You’re Kaylee’s best friend. You’re Zoe’s hope. You’re Simon’s gift. Hell, way I see it, you’re the very soul of Serenity.” He slid his hands up to tangle in her hair. “But more than that, you’re mine and ya’ belong with me.”
Jayne braced himself for her fury, for her rejection. It never came.
“Oh, bao bei,” she whispered. “I missed you so much. Would you kiss me again?”
Never one to refuse her anything when she looked on him like she was, he pulled her gently to him, cradled her head as softly as he could manage and gave her what he hoped was the most soul-wrenching kiss of all time.
He broke the kiss gently, licking her lips as she pulled away. She crumbled against his chest, tucking her head under his chin like she liked to do. He wrapped his arms around her and let months full of agony slide away, leavin’ lovely girl warmth in its place. “Now, baby girl, ya’ ready to go home or ya’ got more ponderin’ to do here?”
River pulled herself away to stare up at him, eyes glimmerin’ with happy tears. She stretched up on tiptoe and dropped a little kiss on the tip of his nose. “No. No more pondering. I’m ready to go home,” she smiled, practically outshining the sun light pouring in through the windows. “I just need to get one thing then we can go.”
Jayne watched a bit nervously as she ran from the room, her bare feet skipping silently across the wood floors. He smiled at the thought of givin’ her the socks his Ma had made for her. He smiled wider of the thought of Simon being appalled by them same socks.
Before he had much of a chance to even move from the spot, she was back, pullin’ at his hand. He spotted her clutching somethin’ in her other hand.
“Whatcha’ got there, Crazy?”
Her little hand stretched and slowly opened, revealing a single leather bootlace, the one he tied in her hair that first night they ever kissed. “Would you mind,” she purred as she swung her hair to her back.
He lifted the cord from her hand and spun her around. He raked his finger through her long brown hair, from scalp to tips. He always did love her hair, so soft and so girly. Just as that first night, he tied her hair into a lop-sided ponytail and gave it a loving little tug.
She turned, resuming her place in his arms. “It’s the one thing I came here with,” she says shyly. “It’s the one thing I needed with me.”
“Ah hell, girl,” he lifted her chin, so he could look at her proper. “Didn’t I give ya’ nothin’ better than a dirty, old bootlace?”
She laid a hand over his heart, tapping her fingers to match its rhythm. “Yes, you surely did. Jayne. In fact, your gift was the best thing ever. I just wasn’t sure what to do with it.”
Jayne suddenly felt uncomfortable, twitching his shoulders. “Yeah, about that. I do love you somethin’ fierce but maybe I shouldn’t have told ya’ so soon. We were just startin’ out and you’re so young, maybe I jumped the gun on that a bit. I want you with me but I can wait, I will wait if that’s what you’re wantin’.”
A smile of pure bliss graced her lips, somethin’ like he ain’t never seen before.
“Jayne, I never told you, did I?”
“Tell me what?”
“That I love you too.”
With that, he lifted her up into the sky and spun her around like a child. She giggled and it was the best sound he ever heard, except for that part right before. Her body slid down his slowly ‘til her lips were glided down from his chin to his chest. Suddenly his body was just as joyous as the rest of him.
“Now you know, ya’ twisted me up these past few months girl, making me a very grumpy bear,” he smirked. “But I reckon’ I got a few ways you might make it up ‘ta me.”
Suddenly the girl was out of his arms, standing shyly a few steps back. “Jayne, I want to be very clear that no one here has touched me. That’s not why I came here. The Companion House was just the most logical choice; the best refuge, a safe retreat.”
With her looking like a gorram piece of high-priced art, standin’ there in her dancin’ tights, shuffling her toes about the floor, all vulnerable like, he thought he was the luckiest man alive. He couldn’t not touch her so he pulled her back into him.
“Good to know. It seems a fine fortress full of little Companions here. Wouldn’t want to have to make a mess killin’ folk that had laid hands on my girl,” he scowled playfully, twirlin’ her ponytail around his hand.
“But Grumpy Bear….”
“Hmmmm,” he murmured as he watched her trace lazy circles across his chest.
“You wouldn’t believe the things I learned ‘bout sexin’.”
“Ma de,” he groaned, “now I know I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Simon tried hard to focus on the fact that he was grateful that River was back on board and that she was happy. He also tried really, really hard to ignore the reason he hadn’t seen his sister nor the ape-man sitting across from him in several days.
With all of his mind occupied with focusing on gratitude and his sister’s happiness, he missed what Jayne had just said.
“What?”
“I said that while you ain’t her Pa it’s a good thing ‘cause I’m likely to shoot him dead if I ever lay eyes on the man.”
Simon blinked in confusion. “That’s good to know, I suppose.”
“So, I think it’s only right to ask your permission, seeing you’re her brother and the closest to a Pa she got up here in the black,” Jayne stumbled. “Well, I suppose that could be Mal too but I ain’t figure he gets a say in this.”
Simon’s spine tingled with the feeling that something very bad was about to happen. He absently wiped his sweaty palms against his trousers.
“Jayne, what are you talking about? What permission?”
“’Fer her hand, of course,” Jayne shook his head. “Top three percent, huh? Geez.”
“Are you asking for my blessing for you to marry my sister?”
“Are you givin’ it?”
Simon thought back on the look on his sister’s face as she sat in Jayne’s lap on the shuttle ride back to Serenity. He thought of the welcome she received from Kaylee and Zoe upon her return. He saw the pride and love on the Captain’s face as she asked if she could take the ship out of atmo. Most of all, he remembered what it felt like without having his sister around.
“Yes, Jayne. You have my blessing.”
Jayne stood and shook his hand. “That’s it then? No big speeches? No threats?”
“No, that’s it.”
Simon watched as the big man’s broad back walked down the hallway to the bridge.
“River-girl! Best be getting’ yerself that pretty white dresss ya’ been eyein’. Simon said yes and I ain’t one for waitin’.”
Simon cringed as Jayne’s voice boomed around the ship.
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Translations:
Chapter: Part 8, Acceptance
Author: RayneSupreme
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Don’t sue. Just having fun.
A/N: This is it. The end to my first ever fanfic. Thanks to everyone for all the support.
Jayne was standin’ at the back of the fancy room. Weren’t in no mood for tea even if he was invited. Felt particularly nekkid since they confiscated all his girls upon enterin’ the Companion house, more like a gorram fortress in fact.
Jayne supposed keepin’ the Companions-in-training safe would be a concern but he didn’t think they’d have takin’ it quite so seriously. Seems like the moonbrained girl found a safe enough place ta’ be hidin’ out. She’d be safe here, maybe even safer than on Serenity, but even the burly and well-armed guards our front weren’t him, weren’t paid to protect her in particular. Jayne figured there was no place safer for the girl than with him.
As Jayne continued to contemplate the security of the place, he was half-listenin’ in on the small chat being bantered around between Inara, Simon and the shapely blonde lady called Isola. He couldn’t ignore that the woman was one of the most gorgeous creatures he’d ever did seen. And he be damned if he didn’t catch her once or twice flittin’ her eyelashes his way. He weren’t dumb enough to figure it was flirtin’, more like studyin’.
“She does spend an extraordinary amount of time dancing in the studio as of late,” the woman said, sending a small smirk in his direction. “She’s such a talented dancer, just as you said, Inara.”
Whether she meant it as a hint or not, Jayne used her statement as permission ta’ take his leave, as they say. As he checked back over his shoulder, he was surprised to see Inara flash him a knowing smile and nodded her head slightly in that way she does. Seemed like approval enough for him.
As he traveled the maze of hallways and courtyards of the place, Jayne reminded himself of the plan he had constructed over the last three days. He weren’t used ta’ thinkin’ so much or so hard but he had tried to figure what was best her, although most of him just wanted to find her and throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to Serenity. And damn it if he didn’t reach the same thinkin’ as Mal had. Just check on her. Make sure she’s doin’ good. Honor her choice and let ‘er know she can come back anytime she wants. Just check on her. Just check on her.
He repeated this in his mind just in case the girl could sense him coming. He didn’t want her to bolt if she heard him comin’. Rounding the corner, he heard the sound of music coming from an open doorway at the end of the hall. Music meant dancin’ and dancin’ meant his lil’ crazy girl.
Jayne stopped dead in his tracks soon as he had a sightline into the room. It was large and bright and lined with mirrors on three sides, the fourth openin’ to an outdoor balcony. As soon as his eyes fell on the dancer inside his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. He hadn’t realized until this very moment how beautiful River was. Sure, she’d been cute, then pretty and then kinda hot, but watchin’ her now, Jayne saw how truly beautiful she was. Her trim body was sheathed in some silky looking pink bodysuit, with a frilly looking see-through skirt sliddin’ across her thighs as she bent and twirled. Her long hair fell across her back, seemingly swaying to the tempo of the sad song that ripped through the room.
Just check on her, just check on her, he thought hard, hoping to prevent the other not-so-wholesome thoughts he had ‘bout the girl from flowin’ out. But damn if she ain’t the shiniest thing I ever did see.
Even as the last thought escaped, the girl stopped. She straightened herself out and caught his eyes in the mirror. Jayne’s stomach clenched at the amazing smile that lit up her face and then felt it drop as the smile slid into something that he weren’t sure what it was, but it weren’t good.
“Hey Crazy.”
He watched as she turned slowly to face him.
“Hello Jayne,” she whispered. “What are you doing here? Is there something wrong with Simon?”
“Nah. Nothin’ like that.”
She dropped her eyes to the floor then walked in that graceful Inara way toward a small table, busying herself with stuff laid out on a fancy tray.
“Oh, well then,” she glanced at him quickly. “Would you like some tea?”
“Tea?,” Jayne screeched. “Gorram, girl! I haven’t seen ya’ in months, been dying a little everyday since ya’ left an’ now ya’ wanna have tea? What has this fancy whore school been teachin’ ya’ anyway?”
River just stared back at him, no expression on her face, no rolling eyes, no spark of anger even.
Jayne sighed and tried to push his anger down. It was plain to see she weren’t gonna jump into his arms and she weren’t even gonna fight. It was frustrating him somethin’ fierce ta’ have her right in front of him and not feel that connection he’d been missing for months. He allowed himself to twirl a bit of her hair around his finger, just ta’ prove she was real.
“Are ya’ even in there, Moonbrain,” he questioned. “Ya’ look beautiful and all but I’m not sure what I’m lookin’ at here but it ain’t you.”
At that, she smiled sadly. “Exactly right, Jayne. That’s why I’m here. To figure out who I am, where I belong.”
“That’s what this is all about,” he fumed, his hands now clenched in fist at his side.
“Why dincha’ just ask me before you went runnin’ half-way ‘cross the verse.”
“Sweet Jayne, it was obvious. You accepted me as I was. You don’t have any more answers for me than I do.” He felt her delicate hand press gently on this cheek, feelin’ like the best thing he ever felt. “It’s good to see you, Jayne. I’m fine. Go home.”
“That’s it!!! Good to see you now git?” Jayne took a step back from her from fear of strangling her pretty little neck. “Well, I came here to make sure you’re doing alright and then I figured I’d be on my way. But ya’ ain’t. Ya ain’t alright, are ya’ girl?”
Jayne took to pacing a bit back and forth, gesturing around the room. “Sure, you got yerself a right fine dancin’ space here ‘cept I didn’t see no smiles when ya’ was dancin’. No joy like you usually have.” He pointed to the tray. “And you’re not one ‘fer servin’ tea. And God help ya’ iffin this whore school taught ya’ more than that. Way I see it, ya’ been here long enough. Time’s tickin’ girl. We ain’t getting any younger, dong ma?”
“I know that,” she said. “Time doesn’t stop, evolution is mandatory, change is the universal constant. But Jayne, I must find my place. My place to be myself, so that I may move forward; to grow, to change, to give, to take, to love, to lose…to live.”
Jayne pushed his hand through his hair, figuring his next move.
“Ni zai jiang shen me pi hau! I see talkin’ ain’t getting’ us nowhere.” Jayne got to her in two quick steps, grabbed her to him, and crushed his mouth onto hers. He wanted to devour her, to make her understand, to show her what she’d been missing. She had tensed at first but slowly began to melt against his chest, her hands gripping at his shoulders. He remembered that there was nothin’ in the ‘verse better than this and Jayne was thinking by the way lil’ moans were purring from her throat that she was startin’ to remember that too.
“Jayne,” she whispered against his lips. A dismissal, an apology.
He grabbed at her shoulders and pushed her back a step, not letting her go so easy now that he had tasted her again. “Ya’ want answers? Alright. Here we go. Who are ya’? You are our crazy girl. You’re Mal’s lil ‘Tross. You’re Kaylee’s best friend. You’re Zoe’s hope. You’re Simon’s gift. Hell, way I see it, you’re the very soul of Serenity.” He slid his hands up to tangle in her hair. “But more than that, you’re mine and ya’ belong with me.”
Jayne braced himself for her fury, for her rejection. It never came.
“Oh, bao bei,” she whispered. “I missed you so much. Would you kiss me again?”
Never one to refuse her anything when she looked on him like she was, he pulled her gently to him, cradled her head as softly as he could manage and gave her what he hoped was the most soul-wrenching kiss of all time.
He broke the kiss gently, licking her lips as she pulled away. She crumbled against his chest, tucking her head under his chin like she liked to do. He wrapped his arms around her and let months full of agony slide away, leavin’ lovely girl warmth in its place. “Now, baby girl, ya’ ready to go home or ya’ got more ponderin’ to do here?”
River pulled herself away to stare up at him, eyes glimmerin’ with happy tears. She stretched up on tiptoe and dropped a little kiss on the tip of his nose. “No. No more pondering. I’m ready to go home,” she smiled, practically outshining the sun light pouring in through the windows. “I just need to get one thing then we can go.”
Jayne watched a bit nervously as she ran from the room, her bare feet skipping silently across the wood floors. He smiled at the thought of givin’ her the socks his Ma had made for her. He smiled wider of the thought of Simon being appalled by them same socks.
Before he had much of a chance to even move from the spot, she was back, pullin’ at his hand. He spotted her clutching somethin’ in her other hand.
“Whatcha’ got there, Crazy?”
Her little hand stretched and slowly opened, revealing a single leather bootlace, the one he tied in her hair that first night they ever kissed. “Would you mind,” she purred as she swung her hair to her back.
He lifted the cord from her hand and spun her around. He raked his finger through her long brown hair, from scalp to tips. He always did love her hair, so soft and so girly. Just as that first night, he tied her hair into a lop-sided ponytail and gave it a loving little tug.
She turned, resuming her place in his arms. “It’s the one thing I came here with,” she says shyly. “It’s the one thing I needed with me.”
“Ah hell, girl,” he lifted her chin, so he could look at her proper. “Didn’t I give ya’ nothin’ better than a dirty, old bootlace?”
She laid a hand over his heart, tapping her fingers to match its rhythm. “Yes, you surely did. Jayne. In fact, your gift was the best thing ever. I just wasn’t sure what to do with it.”
Jayne suddenly felt uncomfortable, twitching his shoulders. “Yeah, about that. I do love you somethin’ fierce but maybe I shouldn’t have told ya’ so soon. We were just startin’ out and you’re so young, maybe I jumped the gun on that a bit. I want you with me but I can wait, I will wait if that’s what you’re wantin’.”
A smile of pure bliss graced her lips, somethin’ like he ain’t never seen before.
“Jayne, I never told you, did I?”
“Tell me what?”
“That I love you too.”
With that, he lifted her up into the sky and spun her around like a child. She giggled and it was the best sound he ever heard, except for that part right before. Her body slid down his slowly ‘til her lips were glided down from his chin to his chest. Suddenly his body was just as joyous as the rest of him.
“Now you know, ya’ twisted me up these past few months girl, making me a very grumpy bear,” he smirked. “But I reckon’ I got a few ways you might make it up ‘ta me.”
Suddenly the girl was out of his arms, standing shyly a few steps back. “Jayne, I want to be very clear that no one here has touched me. That’s not why I came here. The Companion House was just the most logical choice; the best refuge, a safe retreat.”
With her looking like a gorram piece of high-priced art, standin’ there in her dancin’ tights, shuffling her toes about the floor, all vulnerable like, he thought he was the luckiest man alive. He couldn’t not touch her so he pulled her back into him.
“Good to know. It seems a fine fortress full of little Companions here. Wouldn’t want to have to make a mess killin’ folk that had laid hands on my girl,” he scowled playfully, twirlin’ her ponytail around his hand.
“But Grumpy Bear….”
“Hmmmm,” he murmured as he watched her trace lazy circles across his chest.
“You wouldn’t believe the things I learned ‘bout sexin’.”
“Ma de,” he groaned, “now I know I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Simon tried hard to focus on the fact that he was grateful that River was back on board and that she was happy. He also tried really, really hard to ignore the reason he hadn’t seen his sister nor the ape-man sitting across from him in several days.
With all of his mind occupied with focusing on gratitude and his sister’s happiness, he missed what Jayne had just said.
“What?”
“I said that while you ain’t her Pa it’s a good thing ‘cause I’m likely to shoot him dead if I ever lay eyes on the man.”
Simon blinked in confusion. “That’s good to know, I suppose.”
“So, I think it’s only right to ask your permission, seeing you’re her brother and the closest to a Pa she got up here in the black,” Jayne stumbled. “Well, I suppose that could be Mal too but I ain’t figure he gets a say in this.”
Simon’s spine tingled with the feeling that something very bad was about to happen. He absently wiped his sweaty palms against his trousers.
“Jayne, what are you talking about? What permission?”
“’Fer her hand, of course,” Jayne shook his head. “Top three percent, huh? Geez.”
“Are you asking for my blessing for you to marry my sister?”
“Are you givin’ it?”
Simon thought back on the look on his sister’s face as she sat in Jayne’s lap on the shuttle ride back to Serenity. He thought of the welcome she received from Kaylee and Zoe upon her return. He saw the pride and love on the Captain’s face as she asked if she could take the ship out of atmo. Most of all, he remembered what it felt like without having his sister around.
“Yes, Jayne. You have my blessing.”
Jayne stood and shook his hand. “That’s it then? No big speeches? No threats?”
“No, that’s it.”
Simon watched as the big man’s broad back walked down the hallway to the bridge.
“River-girl! Best be getting’ yerself that pretty white dresss ya’ been eyein’. Simon said yes and I ain’t one for waitin’.”
Simon cringed as Jayne’s voice boomed around the ship.
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Translations:
- Ni zai jiang shen me pi hau! - What the fuck are you saying?
- Ma de - Fuck!