Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly or the characters :(
A/N: This is my first fanfic, hope you like it. :)
It had been four weeks since they put Wash, Shepard Book and their other friends to rest after the events of Miranda. Four weeks since they exposed the Alliance for the monsters they are. Four weeks since Simon had confessed his want for her. It had been three weeks of being back in the black. Three weeks of waiting up for him to come and sweep her out of the common room when everyone else had retired to their rooms. Three week of nothing happening. It had been two weeks since Jayne started coming up an hour after the others had left. Ten days since he started making an extra cup of tea and snack for her before he returned to his bunk. No more than seven days had passed since he started to stay up with her after he made the tea. It was only three days since she started to think maybe she had wasted all her time on the wrong guy.
It was two days into the fifth week when he found her in tears hiding in the engine room, held up in the corner just out of sight of the door. He had come up to the common room like he had every other night for the past two weeks but she wasn't where he expected her to be. Something nagged at him as he put the kettle on to boil, leaving it on the stove, Jayne headed towards the engine where the softest of sobs echoed down the passage way. Looking around the room, he spotted a ball of Kaylee tucked into the corner, the snuffles emanating from her. Not even bothering to ask he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the common room. Placing her gently on one of the seats, he moved to finish making the tea, handing it to her before sitting down next to her. She had waited so long for that gorram doc to get to his senses about her and know he had spent the past four weeks ignoring her just as much as he had been for the last eighteen months. He had heard what Simon had said during the battle, he knew that was the only reason Kaylee had lasted out as long as she had; but that didn't mean he had to like it.
The room was silent except for her sniffles; the big man couldn't help his heart breaking as he watched the normally bubbly girl stare into her tea like she didn't know what it was. Reaching up to touch her face he paused before dropping his hand and getting up to leave; he couldn't stand to watch her cry over that húndàn (arsehole) anymore. He was more than surprised when a small hand wrapped itself around his wrist and begging eyes stared up at him. "Please don't go… stay with me?" even her voice sounded downtrodden to his ears. Sitting down next to her he wrapped an arm around her and let her bury her face into the curve of his shoulder. The tea all but forgotten, the petite mechanic allowed herself to relax into the mercenary as he slipped an arm under her legs and gently lifted her into his lap before encompassing her with both arms and holding her softly to his chest.
It had been a week since she fell asleep crying in his arms. A week since he carried her back to her bunk laid her gently on the bed and tucked her in. Seven whole days since he left her the small package on the pillow next to her. Six days since she stopped looking at the doc, stopped strutting around for him, and started to barely talk to him. It was five days since her smile turned to Jayne. Four days since she started sashaying around in front of him. Three days since the flirting started. Two days since Mal had threatened his manhood. And one day since he found her in his bunk, wearing one of his shirts, the little packaged clutched in her hands and a wicked smile on her face.