Bel Canto
Another fic. Post-Serenity, so be warned.
Title: Bel Canto
Characters: The whole crew
Note: This was originally intentended to be all cutsie River/Jayne, but it sorta took on a mind of it's own.
Bel Canto (beautiful song)
It was weeks before he pulled the guitar out.
Honestly, Mal hadn’t thought he ever would. The guitar had been a parting gift from Book, and although Mal couldn’t fathom the friendship between a Shepherd and a Mercenary, he couldn’t dispute the strength of it. He just figured there was too much of Haven tied to the instrument for Jayne to ever play it the same.
Maybe that was why he hadn’t recognized the solitary, haunting melody that twisted through Serenity.
Bursting into the passenger lounge to investigate, he was almost sad when Jayne pressed his hand flat over the strings, silencing the music. Mal shifted his weight guiltily, his blue eyes drifting from Jayne to Kaylee, who sat beside him on the couch, curled up tight with her arms wrapped around her legs, and then to River, who had paused mid-step in her impromptu ballet.
Quirking an eyebrow at Jayne, he gestured back the way he’d come, “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Oh, have a sit, Captain,” Kaylee gestured to an empty chair, “Jayne here was just playin’ for us.”
The bigger man shot her a disgruntled look, “Never said I was playin’ for nobody.”
She smiled at him and he melted like butter, his fingers moving back over the guitar to pluck out a few lonely chords.
“Listening to him sing,” River added, beginning her dance again, moving to silence.
“Now I sure as hell weren’t singing,” Jayne protested.
She moved to him, all lithe grace and little girl smile. “Bel canto. You sing inside,“ she passed her cool fingers across his furrowed brow before dancing away, out of his reach. “High notes. Can’t reach.”
Mal thought for a moment that Jayne would toss aside the guitar in favor of throttling River, but the big man stayed put. His calloused working-man’s hands slowly filling the room with that same ethereal song.
He lingered in the common, following River’s movements with rapt fascination. Her steps were disjointed, not quite in sync with the music and he wondered if she really was dancing with Jayne’s thoughts.
If so, he’d have to start giving the merc a little more credit.
They were joined by Simon first, the doctor immediately scanning over River for any sign of harm before he allowed himself to relax and sink into a chair by the infirmary.
Inara came last, gliding through the portal leading into the cargo bay, a silent spectral and he found himself reaching out to touch her and ensure himself she was real. Catching himself just in time, he smiled awkwardly and dropped his hand back to his side. He eyes were studiously avoiding her and he jumped when her soft fingers unexpectedly threaded through his.
The music wound around them, tying to thoughts, pulling out memories, unburying emotions too long suppressed. River drifted in and around them all, soft touches and smooth smiles. Living, breathing compassion.
Eventually she tired, and Simon took her off to bed. Inara squeezed his hand once and slipped away, back to her shuttle leaving him with Jayne. Kaylee rose, and stretched her arms above her head. Jayne’s fingers faltered on the strings as she brushed a kiss over his cheek.
The music died and he and Jayne exchanged a look, together moving to the stairwell beside the infirmary. Mal climbed the steps, and leaned against the wall, feeling Jayne come up a few steps behind him, and offered Zoe a faint smile.
Sitting in shadow at the top of the stairs, she inhaled a shaky breath and wiped her eyes. “I ain’t weak.”
“Never said you were.”
“Dumb song woulda made anyone weepy,” Jayne offered, leaning his shoulder against the wall.
Her dark eyes shifted to him, black as coal and just as fathomless. “Didn’t think you knew that one.”
He shrugged, “He taught it to me.”
No need to clarify who He was.
“I wont play it again.”
Mal offered her a hand up, feeling a surge of protectiveness as her icy fingers met his. Squeezing, her hand, he watched as another tear snaked down her cheek.
“No.” She smiled, “No, I kinda liked it.”