Firefly FanFiction

AUTHOR'S NOTE/ DISCLAIMER : I do not own any of these characters, names or places. All are the property of the god that is Joss Whedon. This is my first fanfic, guys, so take it easy, although constructive criticism and feedback is very much welcomed! Whew, right, let's get going then!

Rayne/River & Jayne pairing

Chapter 1

She didn't know he was watching her as Simon gave her the sedative, didn't know that he'd seen the fear in her eyes. Well, fear was an understatement; terror was more fitting. Jayne had heard her whisper fearfully, "Time to go to sleep." as Simon tried to coax her to be compliant as her gave her the injection. Jayne wished he wouldn't use so many gorram needles on her, it was obvious she didn't like them, reminded her of the times them hun-dan purple bellies was addlin' with her brain. Jayne felt hot bubbling acid surge through his veins at this thought, and quickly tried to suppress it.

Seemed a most inappropriate time to be noticing her lean, lithe body with all them flexible (Wo de tian a!) long dancer's muscles, that she ruttin' would insist on stretching and puttin' into all those gorram delicious positions that made him wanna take her right there and then in the cargo bay. Ta ma de, he had wanted her. And this was a shocking revelation to the man Jayne, whose most complex relationship was with his favourite firearm, Vera.

But for some reason that feng le girl had gotten uder his skin, and he was gorramed if he could get her out again. But he had to. He couldn't feel human feelings towards Simon and River, not if he wanted to get his hands on that meili sack of credits that was the reward for their sorry pigu's. He had to kill these urgers he had to get the cold hard cash which, before, had been his primary concern. Aside from Vera of course, he mentally corrected himself, stroking the firearm absent-mindedly.