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A Rayne pairing. Rated M for Jayne's sick sense of revenge.

Nothing in the 'Verse

They all sat around the table, the wonderful eruption of laughs echoed throughout the ship. Mal coughed up some of his drink, slamming the cup down and smiling cheerfully at Wash, "You what?" The laughing continued, long and harmonious. Wash was smiling, as the rest listened to his stories of flying and high jinks. Though one person in particular did not join in the laughing, only stared longingly across the table.

Jayne shifted in his seat, poking his fork at his food like a child. Across from him, Rivers soft lips curved into a smile, listening to the laughs and stories. Though, she partly understood exactly what was going on, she joined in nonetheless. She ignored Jayne all through dinner. And he knew why. She hadn't even given him a spare glance. Women. Tapping his fingers, he sat back, finally taking his eyes off of her. He glanced to the rest, who were now listening to the Shepherds input on the subject. Another hoard of laughs escaped them, and everyone nearly fell out of their seats. River give a giggle, and placed her hand on her face, looking directly at the Shepherd. Refusing to move her eyes. Jayne thought back to what he had done to upset her, and he knew it was wrong of him.

They had landed on Persephone, just for some supplies, and rumor of work. As much as core planets irked him, he liked this particular visit. Of course, it went sour as Badger showed up, that Shee-niou hwoon dahn. If he could just get that smelly little bastard in his hands… anyways, Zoe and Mal took to talking to Badger, liked usual, and Jayne was concentrated on lifting his weights, like usual. Then strolled in River, and…as usual, Badger eyed her up and down. Oh how it made Jayne sick. And…unlike usual, she flirted with him! That gorram crazy woman flirted with him! Jayne seethed from his spot, watching the display with clenched fists and bloodshot eyes. He knew exactly what River was doing, she was trying to make him jealous! Damn girl-folk are all the same.

After Rivers little display, Jayne formed a plan. Something to make River furious, just as she made him. This little game, he had no problem playing. So, he went out, brought back the best woman he could find, and planted himself in the cargo bay. Now, usually, Mal forbid Jayne from bringing girls back, but at the moment, Jayne really didn't give a good damn what Mal thought.

About fifteen minutes later, River came moseying on down, like she usually did. When she reached Jayne's location, she came upon something, that deeply and profoundly erupted her emotions. Hate, jealousy, disgust, longing, lust. Jayne and the woman were waist deep in intimacy, the woman squealing in delight. Rivers lips parted, tears flooded her bright blue eyes. For a moment, her stomach lurched, her nails raking her palms. They reached their climax, and the two relaxed. Jayne looked up, catching her eyes. They exploded with sorrow and jealousy. She wanted to be the one with him. She wanted to be the one in his arms. She wanted to say his name hypnotically. Rivers lips trembled, her skin became pasty and white. She turned on her heel, running towards the Infirmary. Jayne dropped the woman to the floor, standing to his feet. Her name crossed his lips softly, and he wanted to chase after her. Wrap her in his arms and beg for her forgiveness. Carry her into his room, and lay her on his bed. And the problem was, he didn't want to soil her pureness, her beauty, only watch her sleep peacefully. He wanted to bring her many things. Peace of mind, happiness, wholeness, pleasure…love.

Jayne shook his head, standing up from the table. River finally looked at him, burning a whole through him. He harrumphed, looking around, "I'll, ah, be in my bunk," he said solemnly, and left, leaving everyone with puzzled faces. River smiled quietly. In the back of her head, she knew she had won. "Nothing in the 'verse can stop me," she whispered. She floated from her seat, and out the room.