Theatrical Muse: What are you waiting for?
"Money wasn't good enough."
"And what if it was?"
"Well, that'll be a very interesting day."
"What are you waiting for?" There was no denyin' the snap to Mal's voice, not that Jayne could really blame him. He figured that if he had a sawed-off shotgun barrel pointed 'tween his eyes by his own crew he'd be pretty steamed his own self.
"Feds ain't here yet, cap'n," Zoe replied, her own voice ice in comparison, "I reckon that's who he's waitin' for."
"Ain't no talkin', you got it?" Jayne snapped, "Warrant don't say nothin' 'bout you bein' alive, so you give me a reason to shoot, I'm gonna."
"Oh, yeah?" Mal demanded, attempting to move to his feet but finding that the headwound Jayne had given him and the fact that his hands were tied behind his back made it more than a little difficult to do so. In the end, the browncoat dropped back to his knees, glaring with all of the anger and amusement that Jayne imagined was in the man.
"Yeah." Jayne's lips were pursed, his face contorted, trying to stay with emotionlessness but not succeedin' even one little bit. That was one thing about himself he couldn't change---y'know, besides everythin' else---he couldn't hide emotion. Wore it all on his rather manly and muscular sleeve.
"Then just shoot me, Jayne," Mal said, "Time's come, right? That interestin' time we knew was gonna happen one day. Shoot me." He was on his feet now, and Jayne felt resolve slip, slip, stay still, slip.
"I ain't messin' with you, Mal. I'm gonna shoot, you take another step. Feds don't want you, they want River 'n the Doc, and I'm gonna give 'em up, and yer gonna let me."
"Like hell I ain't," Mal spat, "And if you' need that ruttin' money so much, you better shoot me now, cause I swear, I'm gonna find you. Gonna kill you for touchin' my crew."
Jayne shook his head, "They're only your crew 'til they find somethin' better."
"Mebee," Mal replied, "'Til that day, they're my crew. You were part of 'em, Jayne. You were one of us, and I trusted ya. Day's changed, though, it appears."
Slip, stay, slip, slip, slip...
"What're you waitin' for?" Mal shouted, and Jayne felt himself jump, but not fire. His eyes were wide. Terror. Fear. Terror.
What was he waiting for? Why couldn't he fire?
Day was changin', but Jayne had no idea into what.
Muse: Jayne Cobb
Fandom: Firefly / Serenity
Word Count: 396, not including dialogue from 1.01, "Serenity"
"And what if it was?"
"Well, that'll be a very interesting day."
"What are you waiting for?" There was no denyin' the snap to Mal's voice, not that Jayne could really blame him. He figured that if he had a sawed-off shotgun barrel pointed 'tween his eyes by his own crew he'd be pretty steamed his own self.
"Feds ain't here yet, cap'n," Zoe replied, her own voice ice in comparison, "I reckon that's who he's waitin' for."
"Ain't no talkin', you got it?" Jayne snapped, "Warrant don't say nothin' 'bout you bein' alive, so you give me a reason to shoot, I'm gonna."
"Oh, yeah?" Mal demanded, attempting to move to his feet but finding that the headwound Jayne had given him and the fact that his hands were tied behind his back made it more than a little difficult to do so. In the end, the browncoat dropped back to his knees, glaring with all of the anger and amusement that Jayne imagined was in the man.
"Yeah." Jayne's lips were pursed, his face contorted, trying to stay with emotionlessness but not succeedin' even one little bit. That was one thing about himself he couldn't change---y'know, besides everythin' else---he couldn't hide emotion. Wore it all on his rather manly and muscular sleeve.
"Then just shoot me, Jayne," Mal said, "Time's come, right? That interestin' time we knew was gonna happen one day. Shoot me." He was on his feet now, and Jayne felt resolve slip, slip, stay still, slip.
"I ain't messin' with you, Mal. I'm gonna shoot, you take another step. Feds don't want you, they want River 'n the Doc, and I'm gonna give 'em up, and yer gonna let me."
"Like hell I ain't," Mal spat, "And if you' need that ruttin' money so much, you better shoot me now, cause I swear, I'm gonna find you. Gonna kill you for touchin' my crew."
Jayne shook his head, "They're only your crew 'til they find somethin' better."
"Mebee," Mal replied, "'Til that day, they're my crew. You were part of 'em, Jayne. You were one of us, and I trusted ya. Day's changed, though, it appears."
Slip, stay, slip, slip, slip...
"What're you waitin' for?" Mal shouted, and Jayne felt himself jump, but not fire. His eyes were wide. Terror. Fear. Terror.
What was he waiting for? Why couldn't he fire?
Day was changin', but Jayne had no idea into what.
Muse: Jayne Cobb
Fandom: Firefly / Serenity
Word Count: 396, not including dialogue from 1.01, "Serenity"