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Disclaimer: I owe neither the song or the characters in Firefly. Darnit.
A/N: This is my first time writing for Firefly, and I'm a little nervous. But I fell in love with the song "fix you" by Coldplay after watching zeta0497's video on Youtube. Just a short bit of fluff – a hint of Rayne if you tilt your head and squint. Please review if you have the time!
The small dingy bar turned out to be the favorite haunting place of the deadliest local gang in New Ghana.
Of course it was, Jayne thought glumly as he ducked a punch and headbutted his attacker . Mal had picked that place for a drink after their surprisingly successful drop off, and call him a monkey if trouble don't just follow that man everywhere.
Smashing a bar stool over the head of an unlucky (and now unconscious!) assailant, Jayne tried to remember how him and the captain got knee deep in another bar brawl. Again. Like he said, the drop-off had gone suspiciously well, and Zoe had bowed out early while the two men headed on towards the bar. Couple of shots of whiskey later, they began to exchange a word or two with the locals. Well, words turned into shouts, and before ya knew it shouts turned into fists. Huh. Funny that.
Jayne paused his musings just in time to punch a man who had attempted to cut him from behind. He looked over his shoulder to survey the damage before scowling. Gorramit, this was his favorite shirt and now there's blood all over it.
Two hours, a couple of broken bones, and dozens of borken bar stools later, the mercenary half carried, half dragged the barely conscious captain out of the town. Jayne was bleeding from his back, his left arm was going numb (say what you will but the captain's just heavy), and gorramit if his jaw didn't hurt like hell. He knew it was bad when the idea of curling up on the desert floor started to sound mighty appealing.
The only thing that kepy him going right now was the girl who sat waiting for his return in the cargo bay. A girl with gorgeous brown hair, big ol' eyes and the softest, silkiest skin in the 'verse. Yeah, curling up all nice and warm with his girl sounding much better than curling up by his lonesome on the desert floor.
Newly resolved and determined, Jayne squared his shoulders and tightened his grip on Mal. Against the pinkish tint of light caused by the rising sun, the two men continued their slow trek towards the soft, blinking lights of Serenity.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you