No Explanation
Title: No Explanation
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Jayne/Zoe
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Joss Whedon
Summary: Post BDM. Just a little idea that got stuck in my head and wouldn't go away.
Zoe couldn’t really fathom a reason as to why it had happened in the first place, let alone to why it kept happening. All she knew was that now, eight months since that night; fourteen months since Wash’s death, she was finally reaping the repercussions of her actions.
“What’s this?” Mal asked as she handed him a slip of paper one night at dinner.
“It’s the name of a pilot,” Zoe said, “He trained with Wash and is almost as good too.”
“Okay, but why are you giving it to me?” Mal asked her with a frown.
“River’s going to be replacing me on jobs and so you’re going to need a pilot.”
Everyone just stared at Zoe in confusion as an uneasy silence fell over the room. They all frowned at her, well all of them apart from River who just smiled.
“You leaving us?” Kaylee finally asked.
“No,” Zoe said with a shake of her head, “But I can’t rightly go out on jobs in my condition.”
“What condition?” Simon and Mal asked at the same time.
Zoe looked between them both, a slight smile on her lips, “I’m pregnant,” she told them.
Again everyone just stared at her in not only confusion but shock.
“How?” Mal finally asked.
But Zoe didn’t answer. She didn’t need to as opposite her, Jayne fell off his chair in a dead faint.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Suoyou de dou shidang Zoe, couldn’t you have told me in private?” Jayne asked as he sat in the infirmary, letting Simon stitch up his head.
Zoe was leaning against the counter on the other side of the room whilst Mal stood at the door. Everyone else was out in the common area, waiting to find out just what was going on exactly.
“I mean I’m only the father. Don’t I got the right to know before everyone else?”
“You’re right,” Zoe nodded, “Truth is, I didn’t know how to tell you,” she said with a small smile, “And before you start getting all noble, I ain’t marrying you.”
“Good,” Jayne said, “Cause I can’t afford no wedding.”
“The romance is just emanating outta you two ain’t it,” Mal said with a wry smile, “How long has this been goin on anyway?”
Jayne looked at Zoe. He wasn’t about to answer that without knowing what she wanted said. She knew this and so it would be up to her to tell everyone exactly when and how they had started bedding each other as Jayne didn’t want to piss her off by saying the wrong thing.
“Wash’s birthday,” Zoe said, “We were in a bar in Paquin and apparently you had ordered Jayne to ensure that I didn’t do anything stupid. We got to talkin and when we got back to the ship in the early hours of the morning I followed him to his bunk.”
“You took advantage of her?” Mal asked as he turned to Jayne.
“In case you hadn’t notice Mal, Zoe ain’t exactly no blushing violet. I couldn’t take advantage of her even if I wanted to.”
“Okay, you’re done,” Simon said as he pulled off his gloves. He hated it when Mal started a fight in his infirmary and he wasn’t about to let it happen over something that they couldn’t cahnge, “Zoe your next.”
“What’s wrong with Zoe?” Mal asked.
Zoe arched an eyebrow at him whilst Simon and Jayne gave him a look that said he was the dumbest hun dan they had ever met.
“How about she’s pregnant?” Jayne suggested.
“Oh right. Yeah,” Mal nodded.
Zoe smiled at him as she slid up onto the bed, Jayne pulling the stool over to sit next to her.
“You have to leave now,” Simon said to Mal.
“What?”
“I’m about to perform an intimate examination,” Simon explained.
“Well how come Jayne gets to stay?”
“Cause I’m the father and I already done seen her most intimate parts more times that I can count,” Jayne snapped.
Mal made a face of absolute disgust as he turned to Zoe, “Jayne? Really?”
Zoe shrugged, “Wish I could explain it myself Sir,” she said as he turned round and headed out of the infirmary.
And truth was, Zoe had no idea why she had first slept with Jayne and why she had carried on doing it over the past eight months. He was nothing like Wash. Or maybe that was the reason why. He wasn’t sweet or gentle or funny like Wash... but then, he could be sweet when he wanted to be. She’d seen him be sweet with Kaylee often enough, he just wasn’t all sweet round her. He could also be gentle when the occasion called for it too, for instance when cleaning his guns or handling precious cargo. But again he hadn’t been gentle with her, not really. Only very occasionally when they had been in bed together had it been gentle. More often than not it was fast and hard. And to say he wasn’t funny would just be a downright lie, as he was funny. His humour was just more crass than Wash’s had been. Wash had been witty and sarcastic. Jayne’s humour was blunt and in your face. But he did make Zoe laugh from time to time.
But probably one of the most important things about Jayne that allowed her to keep sleeping with him was that he had never given her a nickname. He never called her baby, sweetie, honey or anything like that. It was always Zoe or Zo. And his reasoning for that was that he respected her; respected her relationship with Wash and what he had meant to her. This was emphasised by the fact that they had never had sex in Zoe’s bunk. Jayne had never even suggested it. He wasn’t trying to replace Wash. He knew that there was no way he could, and so he didn’t pretend to want to by giving her a pet name or moving into his space.
“How’s your head?” Zoe asked Jayne as Simon went about setting up his equipment.
Jayne rubbed at the side of his forehead gently, “I’ll live,” he said with a nod. Zoe nodded back before raising an eyebrow at Jayne as he let out a loud sigh and let his head drop, “My Ma is gonna kill me.”
“It could be worse,” Zoe said, “I could’ve been a complete stranger,” she added, making Jayne’s head snap up to look at her.
“We ready?” Simon asked as he pulled the ultrasound machine over.
“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Zoe said as she and Jayne stared at each other and then took each other’s hand.
THE END
CHINESE
Suoyou de dou shidang - all that’s proper
Hun dan - bastard
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Jayne/Zoe
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Joss Whedon
Summary: Post BDM. Just a little idea that got stuck in my head and wouldn't go away.
Zoe couldn’t really fathom a reason as to why it had happened in the first place, let alone to why it kept happening. All she knew was that now, eight months since that night; fourteen months since Wash’s death, she was finally reaping the repercussions of her actions.
“What’s this?” Mal asked as she handed him a slip of paper one night at dinner.
“It’s the name of a pilot,” Zoe said, “He trained with Wash and is almost as good too.”
“Okay, but why are you giving it to me?” Mal asked her with a frown.
“River’s going to be replacing me on jobs and so you’re going to need a pilot.”
Everyone just stared at Zoe in confusion as an uneasy silence fell over the room. They all frowned at her, well all of them apart from River who just smiled.
“You leaving us?” Kaylee finally asked.
“No,” Zoe said with a shake of her head, “But I can’t rightly go out on jobs in my condition.”
“What condition?” Simon and Mal asked at the same time.
Zoe looked between them both, a slight smile on her lips, “I’m pregnant,” she told them.
Again everyone just stared at her in not only confusion but shock.
“How?” Mal finally asked.
But Zoe didn’t answer. She didn’t need to as opposite her, Jayne fell off his chair in a dead faint.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Suoyou de dou shidang Zoe, couldn’t you have told me in private?” Jayne asked as he sat in the infirmary, letting Simon stitch up his head.
Zoe was leaning against the counter on the other side of the room whilst Mal stood at the door. Everyone else was out in the common area, waiting to find out just what was going on exactly.
“I mean I’m only the father. Don’t I got the right to know before everyone else?”
“You’re right,” Zoe nodded, “Truth is, I didn’t know how to tell you,” she said with a small smile, “And before you start getting all noble, I ain’t marrying you.”
“Good,” Jayne said, “Cause I can’t afford no wedding.”
“The romance is just emanating outta you two ain’t it,” Mal said with a wry smile, “How long has this been goin on anyway?”
Jayne looked at Zoe. He wasn’t about to answer that without knowing what she wanted said. She knew this and so it would be up to her to tell everyone exactly when and how they had started bedding each other as Jayne didn’t want to piss her off by saying the wrong thing.
“Wash’s birthday,” Zoe said, “We were in a bar in Paquin and apparently you had ordered Jayne to ensure that I didn’t do anything stupid. We got to talkin and when we got back to the ship in the early hours of the morning I followed him to his bunk.”
“You took advantage of her?” Mal asked as he turned to Jayne.
“In case you hadn’t notice Mal, Zoe ain’t exactly no blushing violet. I couldn’t take advantage of her even if I wanted to.”
“Okay, you’re done,” Simon said as he pulled off his gloves. He hated it when Mal started a fight in his infirmary and he wasn’t about to let it happen over something that they couldn’t cahnge, “Zoe your next.”
“What’s wrong with Zoe?” Mal asked.
Zoe arched an eyebrow at him whilst Simon and Jayne gave him a look that said he was the dumbest hun dan they had ever met.
“How about she’s pregnant?” Jayne suggested.
“Oh right. Yeah,” Mal nodded.
Zoe smiled at him as she slid up onto the bed, Jayne pulling the stool over to sit next to her.
“You have to leave now,” Simon said to Mal.
“What?”
“I’m about to perform an intimate examination,” Simon explained.
“Well how come Jayne gets to stay?”
“Cause I’m the father and I already done seen her most intimate parts more times that I can count,” Jayne snapped.
Mal made a face of absolute disgust as he turned to Zoe, “Jayne? Really?”
Zoe shrugged, “Wish I could explain it myself Sir,” she said as he turned round and headed out of the infirmary.
And truth was, Zoe had no idea why she had first slept with Jayne and why she had carried on doing it over the past eight months. He was nothing like Wash. Or maybe that was the reason why. He wasn’t sweet or gentle or funny like Wash... but then, he could be sweet when he wanted to be. She’d seen him be sweet with Kaylee often enough, he just wasn’t all sweet round her. He could also be gentle when the occasion called for it too, for instance when cleaning his guns or handling precious cargo. But again he hadn’t been gentle with her, not really. Only very occasionally when they had been in bed together had it been gentle. More often than not it was fast and hard. And to say he wasn’t funny would just be a downright lie, as he was funny. His humour was just more crass than Wash’s had been. Wash had been witty and sarcastic. Jayne’s humour was blunt and in your face. But he did make Zoe laugh from time to time.
But probably one of the most important things about Jayne that allowed her to keep sleeping with him was that he had never given her a nickname. He never called her baby, sweetie, honey or anything like that. It was always Zoe or Zo. And his reasoning for that was that he respected her; respected her relationship with Wash and what he had meant to her. This was emphasised by the fact that they had never had sex in Zoe’s bunk. Jayne had never even suggested it. He wasn’t trying to replace Wash. He knew that there was no way he could, and so he didn’t pretend to want to by giving her a pet name or moving into his space.
“How’s your head?” Zoe asked Jayne as Simon went about setting up his equipment.
Jayne rubbed at the side of his forehead gently, “I’ll live,” he said with a nod. Zoe nodded back before raising an eyebrow at Jayne as he let out a loud sigh and let his head drop, “My Ma is gonna kill me.”
“It could be worse,” Zoe said, “I could’ve been a complete stranger,” she added, making Jayne’s head snap up to look at her.
“We ready?” Simon asked as he pulled the ultrasound machine over.
“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Zoe said as she and Jayne stared at each other and then took each other’s hand.
THE END
CHINESE
Suoyou de dou shidang - all that’s proper
Hun dan - bastard