Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly. Sadly. Belongs to Joss 'the God' Wheddon and Mutant Enemy.
A/N: I finally, finally have the boy set. Yeah! Best series ever to never make it past half time. Cryin shame and a farce. All the episodes are so good other directors are probably biting their fists in jealousy. Hope the idiot who cancelled this is praying for forgiveness every night. Anyway I heard the song and this came.
Cry me a river
Jayne stared at his hands turning them to see what others saw. They were strong capable hands, made to hold a gun or a knife. There were calluses from hard working and hard living. From lifting weights day in day out. There were old scars. Little nicks from knife fights when the steel slashed and bit a bit too close to home. There was a long burn mark where a gun shot had come too close for comfort.
He had capable hands that had shot dozens of human beings and some that were not so human. Passing judgement on some, saving his life and others; but not all.
Jayne stared at his hands and wondered why they were not wet. Moisture glistened on his fingertips and gathered in the lines in his palms. As he watched a new drop appeared in the air and fell into those hands. His strong, capable hands that had not been able to …
When he was young his momma used to hum an old song from Earth-that-was. Jayne couldn't remember what it had been about but one line had stuck n his head. Hadn't understood then what it had been about.
"Cry me a river"
The line bounced around his head as he stared at his big capable hands that had been unable to protect the one thing in his life that was worth protecting.
"Cry me a river"
"Aint no mount of cryin' gonna bring my River-girl back."
