This was written a while ago for a livejournal community- a drabble plus six.
Rocks
Jayne knows a thing or two about rocks.
He knows sometimes he can be as slow as one.
He knows sometimes he can be as dense as one.
He knows that sometimes, if'n you can find just the right one, you can get the one person that makes you want to be a better person to stay with you for a rock's age.
River ran from the mess table screaming about hair-brushing and clean dresses as the rest of the crew stared in surprise at her outburst, as Jayne smiled to himself looking into the glass case in the shop at the edge of the marketplace.
The End