Title: Fair
author: jmaria
Rating: PG
pairing: Spike, River, Jayne
joss100 Set, Prompt: 2, #093. Regret
Words: 243
Disclaimer: Joss owns them, I do not pout
Summary: It's not fair, you should be happy.
A/N: Set after Objects in Space, and in the same 'verse as I Find You Irksome (a Simon, Illyria centric fic).
Set: Little Girl with a Big Gun - 5/6.

Fair

Jayne took them both back to the ship, leaving them in the hold as he stomped off towards his bunk. River kept her head low, keeping Spike from seeing her face. Spike rolled his eyes at her.

"It's not fair," River murmured, watching Jayne go. "Doesn't play by the rules."

"You, for bein' the girl I know you are completely off your rocker," Spike muttered.

The genuis frowned at him. Jayne called her crazy all the time, Simon had even called her crazy - of course that was before he met Illyria.

"Life ain't fair, ducks. You're gonna stand by and let him walk away from you? Let all that regret and angst pollute my headspace for the next few months or years?" Spike pulled out a cigarette from the pocket of his duster. "Truth be told, most blokes get off on a girl bein' in command. Simperin' dolls what need to be waited on hand an' bleedin' foot are enough to make a holy man unholy. Never thought a girl like you'd give up so easily."

Spike was halfway out of the bay himself when River's boot collided heavily with the back of his head. Spike growled at her as she slipped out of her other boot and slithered her way up the cargo to the catwalk closest to the crew quarters.

"Two words, ducks -"

"Drusilla, was simpering and unstable," River snapped.

"This comin' from the picture of bloody mental health?"