Dear Hanna
Steamcraft
[Hanna is Not a Boy's Name]

Hanna isn't in the apartment when Jayne returns from work. It's 5:13 in the afternoon so there's no need for him to be worried until 10, especially when Hanna has a phone now and Jayne's number is on speed-dial. Though, whether or not the little punk decides to let him know if he's going to be late is another story. At this thought Jayne's mouth twists unpleasantly because it has happened far too many times, even when Hanna was in real danger.

Jayne lays his case folders on the couch before digging into his pocket for his phone. He'll text him just in case.

TO: HANNA CROSS
At the apartment. Shall I expect you here for dinner?

The reply is almost instantaneous which pushes some concern off his shoulders.

FROM: HANNA CROSS
at worths, on a case, dont wait up

And concern comes back.

TO: HANNA CROSS
At Worth's? Are you okay?

FROM: HANNA CROSS
yea mom chill out, not hurt

FROM: HANNA CROSS
i promise :)

Jayne moves away from the door with a sigh. His shoulders sag and he puts himself at the couch.

TO: HANNA CROSS
...alright. I brought new cases for you.

FROM: HANNA CROSS
kk thx c u 2nite

FROM: HANNA CROSS
o, pick up mail plz

TO: HANNA CROSS
Sure. See you when you get here. Stay out of trouble. Call me.

There isn't a reply, but Jayne isn't really expecting one.

RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG NO. JUST NO. I had to delete the first try of the second chapter; it wasn't just it's length that drove me nuts but it's choppiness and Punk!Hanna's out-of-character-ness. I was taking lilyjordyn's statement of "when you get to know him he's still sunshine and rainbows and...DUMB" too literal. Then I read a AU!Punk!AU the other day and fell in love with that Hanna because that was punk, not my lame-zoid 'I-wish-I-were-anarchist-but-I-don't-have-the-balls-for-it'-Hanna. He was a regular Hanna without a cap on the F-Word. Pfft, redo please.