Date Night 4/5: The Blues Don't Stand A Chance
Title: Date Night
Part: 4/5: The Blues Don't Stand A Chance
Fandom: Firefly
P/C: Jaylee
Rating: G
Summary: Jayne seemed awful worked up about wherever it was that they were going.
1, 2, 3
Notes: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I know it's been ages since I updated, but I promise, part 5 will be here soon and I will finish this!
The work was good, easy and legal. A real peach of a job: New Canaan to Persephone, a huge shipment of brandy. To Jayne’s mind it didn’t get much better then that. Alcohol, no muss, no fuss. It was as if God himself was smiling down on Jayne these days. Kaylee and him were getting along swimmingly, Mal was in a good mood and jobs were steady.
It was in this mindset that he found Kaylee, sitting and looking awful sad behind a wood crate of the best brandy in the ‘verse.
She had a book in hand and looked about ready to start crying. Jayne knew that she was hiding, for whatever reason, because she normally read books in her hammock in the engine room.
“Why ya hidin’ Kaylee?” She looked up at him, startled. “Oh, hi, Jayne. I’m just having a ruttin’ horrible week.” Her eyes looked sad. “Simon’s been ignorin’ me again, my music player’s busted again and I can’t seem to get her to work and…” her eyes were a little moist at this point. “And?” Jayne sat down next to her on the cold floor of the bay.
“And…well…it seems like it’s been two fella’s that have been too busy for me lately.” She looked down at her book, her cheeks getting a bit pink. Jayne sussed out very quickly what she meant.
“Well, uh…Kaylee…I’m…well…” He couldn’t figure out what exactly it was that she wanted him to say or do. She sighed. “It’s okay, Jayne. I know you’re busy and all, what with…work and such.” She got up from the floor and walked off up the stairs, leaving Jayne sitting there, dumbfounded as to what to do.
*
They landed on Persephone a few hours later. Kaylee was now sitting in her bunk with the hatch closed. She didn’t want to go outside or see anybody. When she had the blues, she liked to be alone, which was probably why everyone thought she was all sweetness and light all the time.
Suddenly there was a great banging on her hatch. Kaylee walked to the bottom of the ladder and looked up. “Hello?”
“Kaylee?” Jayne’s voice.
“Yeah, Jayne?”
She could see him pressing his face against the grating in the door. “You gotta come quick!”
He swung the hatch open, making a loud clanging sound when it slammed against the top of the frame. “C’mon, girl, we don’t have much time!” Kaylee quickly slid her feet into her boots. She started climbing the ladder and Jayne pulled her the rest of the way up when she was on about the third rung.
“We gotta dash, c’mon!” He held her hand and pulled her along, down the stairs, out of the bay door, out into the dusty air of the Eavesdown Docks.
“Jayne, wha-” Kaylee began, but Jayne cut her off. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there!” She was starting to worry. Jayne seemed awful worked up about wherever it was that they were going. But then they rounded a corner and another corner and Kaylee realized that they were approaching the nicer, historic district of the city.
At last Jayne stopped, in front of a dusty looking pub, Proserpina Brewery. They went in through the dark front door, passing a few sulky looking old men at the bar. Then they passed through another door and “Oh!” Kaylee breathed.
There was a veranda behind the bar, surrounded by the backs and sides of brick buildings. There was a small lawn behind the veranda, which was framed by two smallish oak trees. There were fairy lights strung between these. It was late in the afternoon and the courtyard was beginning to get dusky and these glowed in the fading light.
“Heard tell there was a man, gonna come here later tonight and play the cello with his friend, who’s gonna play the piano.” Kaylee looked at him. “Would you like to accomp’ny me?”
“You askin’ me on a real date, Jayne?” Kaylee felt her face flush a little.
Part: 4/5: The Blues Don't Stand A Chance
Fandom: Firefly
P/C: Jaylee
Rating: G
Summary: Jayne seemed awful worked up about wherever it was that they were going.
1, 2, 3
Notes: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I know it's been ages since I updated, but I promise, part 5 will be here soon and I will finish this!
The work was good, easy and legal. A real peach of a job: New Canaan to Persephone, a huge shipment of brandy. To Jayne’s mind it didn’t get much better then that. Alcohol, no muss, no fuss. It was as if God himself was smiling down on Jayne these days. Kaylee and him were getting along swimmingly, Mal was in a good mood and jobs were steady.
It was in this mindset that he found Kaylee, sitting and looking awful sad behind a wood crate of the best brandy in the ‘verse.
She had a book in hand and looked about ready to start crying. Jayne knew that she was hiding, for whatever reason, because she normally read books in her hammock in the engine room.
“Why ya hidin’ Kaylee?” She looked up at him, startled. “Oh, hi, Jayne. I’m just having a ruttin’ horrible week.” Her eyes looked sad. “Simon’s been ignorin’ me again, my music player’s busted again and I can’t seem to get her to work and…” her eyes were a little moist at this point. “And?” Jayne sat down next to her on the cold floor of the bay.
“And…well…it seems like it’s been two fella’s that have been too busy for me lately.” She looked down at her book, her cheeks getting a bit pink. Jayne sussed out very quickly what she meant.
“Well, uh…Kaylee…I’m…well…” He couldn’t figure out what exactly it was that she wanted him to say or do. She sighed. “It’s okay, Jayne. I know you’re busy and all, what with…work and such.” She got up from the floor and walked off up the stairs, leaving Jayne sitting there, dumbfounded as to what to do.
*
They landed on Persephone a few hours later. Kaylee was now sitting in her bunk with the hatch closed. She didn’t want to go outside or see anybody. When she had the blues, she liked to be alone, which was probably why everyone thought she was all sweetness and light all the time.
Suddenly there was a great banging on her hatch. Kaylee walked to the bottom of the ladder and looked up. “Hello?”
“Kaylee?” Jayne’s voice.
“Yeah, Jayne?”
She could see him pressing his face against the grating in the door. “You gotta come quick!”
He swung the hatch open, making a loud clanging sound when it slammed against the top of the frame. “C’mon, girl, we don’t have much time!” Kaylee quickly slid her feet into her boots. She started climbing the ladder and Jayne pulled her the rest of the way up when she was on about the third rung.
“We gotta dash, c’mon!” He held her hand and pulled her along, down the stairs, out of the bay door, out into the dusty air of the Eavesdown Docks.
“Jayne, wha-” Kaylee began, but Jayne cut her off. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there!” She was starting to worry. Jayne seemed awful worked up about wherever it was that they were going. But then they rounded a corner and another corner and Kaylee realized that they were approaching the nicer, historic district of the city.
At last Jayne stopped, in front of a dusty looking pub, Proserpina Brewery. They went in through the dark front door, passing a few sulky looking old men at the bar. Then they passed through another door and “Oh!” Kaylee breathed.
There was a veranda behind the bar, surrounded by the backs and sides of brick buildings. There was a small lawn behind the veranda, which was framed by two smallish oak trees. There were fairy lights strung between these. It was late in the afternoon and the courtyard was beginning to get dusky and these glowed in the fading light.
“Heard tell there was a man, gonna come here later tonight and play the cello with his friend, who’s gonna play the piano.” Kaylee looked at him. “Would you like to accomp’ny me?”
“You askin’ me on a real date, Jayne?” Kaylee felt her face flush a little.