Jayne's Turn
A stream of consciousness from Jayne during the BDM. This actually started from a dream I had and I just typed it up. So no beta, all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Joss is my Master so it all belongs to him.
“You take care of me Simon. You’ve always taken care of me.”
“My turn.”
Where was Crazy going?
And why did it get to be her turn?
What about his turn? If she went through those doors he might never get a turn and go se how he wanted one.
When did that happen? Since when did the mighty self-serving Jayne Cobb want a chance to take care of anyone that wasn’t him or blood kin?
His entire consciousness was consumed with that fact that River was on the other side of the blast doors in a room full of the creatures that both of their nightmares were made of. And if she didn’t come back he’d never get a turn.
A turn to brush her long silky hair.
A turn to bring her food and make sure she ate it and put a little more weight on that birdlike frame.
A turn to be the one awakened in the night by her nightmares and be the one to chase them away. And she’d never get the turn to help him clean his guns as she had so clearly wanted to do.
A turn for her to defend him in a bar fight or when a job turned south.
A turn to be the one he’d finally kiss on the mouth-the only one.
And they’d never have the turn to greet the child he could suddenly see so clearly. Oh go se; she was beautiful, all pink and perfect.
All Jayne knew for sure was that if she did come back from this battle that he’d make damn sure they both got their turn.
Disclaimer: Joss is my Master so it all belongs to him.
“You take care of me Simon. You’ve always taken care of me.”
“My turn.”
Where was Crazy going?
And why did it get to be her turn?
What about his turn? If she went through those doors he might never get a turn and go se how he wanted one.
When did that happen? Since when did the mighty self-serving Jayne Cobb want a chance to take care of anyone that wasn’t him or blood kin?
His entire consciousness was consumed with that fact that River was on the other side of the blast doors in a room full of the creatures that both of their nightmares were made of. And if she didn’t come back he’d never get a turn.
A turn to brush her long silky hair.
A turn to bring her food and make sure she ate it and put a little more weight on that birdlike frame.
A turn to be the one awakened in the night by her nightmares and be the one to chase them away. And she’d never get the turn to help him clean his guns as she had so clearly wanted to do.
A turn for her to defend him in a bar fight or when a job turned south.
A turn to be the one he’d finally kiss on the mouth-the only one.
And they’d never have the turn to greet the child he could suddenly see so clearly. Oh go se; she was beautiful, all pink and perfect.
All Jayne knew for sure was that if she did come back from this battle that he’d make damn sure they both got their turn.