Rated M or language, and adult situations.
Authors Notes: I never thought I would be writing a Rayne truth be told, but I had this idea come to me once I finally decided to give the couple a chance, and fell head over heels over it. This is my first FireFly fiction, so I am sorry if I don't have the characters down pat.
I own nothing, I am just thankful I can play around in the Firefly world. Joss is the genius who created the amazing world
Also this was not gone over by a Beta, sp any mistakes are my own
The black seemed to stretch on for miles, nothing marred the view of the stars, and distant planets. Most would seem to go crazy with being in the dark for so long, however for seasoned flyers, scavengers, and 'petty thieves' it was something which they welcomed. Safety in the black, were one wouldn't have to put on airs, or pretend to be something they weren't, it was a mental release. And for one 'moon-brained' girl, it was a healer. It helped her desecrated mind begin the process of healing, after everything on Miranda, it had begun to take shape, and even repair the damage done by the Academy. However the horrors still plagued her when she slept, the nightmares waking her brother who was in the room next door, her screams echoing throughout the ship, causing everyone to wake up. Just like they did that one night…
"Two by two, hands of blue." she seemed to mutter in her sleep, her small body twitching, as she mentally tried to defend herself against past actions. In her mind, it was as if they were happening that instance. Her mind in pain and shock as she screamed out, her arms flailing as if she was trying to beat of something which wasn't even there. Her screams however seemed to seep through the hull of Serenity. The thin metal didn't offer much as in a way to block the sound. The loud sounds of footsteps, all directed to the room in the passenger bay, and the first one there seemed to only be clad in pajama pants. "River?!" he yelled running to her side, as she took her face in his hands, his blue-green eyes wide with worry as he stroked his sister's face. "River, mèi mei , it's me Simon." He called to her, trying to gently coax her out of sleep. It was important to not startle her when she was in this state, as her mind was still so fragile. She still seemed to be thrashing around in her sleep as the rest of the crew had flocked towards her room, it had been the third night this week, and they looked exhausted. Simon looked back at them and sighed, gently moving the long dark hair from River's face, "River, you must wake up." he said his hands moving in almost the same way her dream was portraying. Her mind was in turmoil, her body only reacting from the surges of energy and fear going off in her damaged brain. Everything the Alliance had done to her, they had taken a innocent, and turned her into a killing machine, a weapon if you will.
Her eyes snapped open, her body seeming to move on it's own accord out of Simon's reach, screaming as she did so. It was a high scream of pure terror, her eyes seeing nothing but what haunted her sleep. Everyone seemed to watch her with worried for guarded eyes, as she had a habit of being…well moon-brained. She slowly started to looked around, her body still shaking, her dark brown eyes wide with fear, 'Hands of blue.' she muttered slightly. He hands seeming to grip the sheets unnaturally tight. Her hands covering her ears as she settled a ways back on the bed, rocking herself slowly, muttering away in Chinese.
"Ó, bù, bù huì zài." Simon sighed as he looked towards the crew, "Another one of her nightmares." he said as he slowly walked to her, "River, calm down, no one is here to hurt you." he said softly, trying to approach her. He needed to get her calmed down, it usually took a smoother which he had on hand in his med kit, but he didn't want to resort to that.
However River had other plans, she kept away from Simon's hands, and comforting embrace. "No No…" she muttered her hands going to her face as she seemed to rock back and forth, "Won't go back there, I won't." she said stubbornly. She glared at Simon, as she was still a reader deep down inside. She could see that he was planning on getting her a smoother, and she didn't want it, she didn't need any gorram medicine. She hated it, it made her mind go black, not being able to think on her own, she felt helpless, her mind was all she had left to call her own space, even if it was fucked up. No one understood it, but even as broken as her mind was, it was the only thing she had to herself, the only place she could retreat to when she needed to.
"Hey lil 'Tross, bad dream?" Mal asked, trying to act like nothing was wrong, which gained him a reproachful look from River. He looked at her, as if to asked a question, but then Simon shook his head, looking at the mechanic, who looked like she had been in the middle of something when River had originally screamed, her hair seemed like a bird's nest, and her lips were swollen, her eyes even still smoldering.
"Bao bai," Simon called, directing his voice at Kaylee, "Can you get me my med kit?" he asked her. Kaylee nodded and headed to the infirmary, and soon came back with the case, which had everything he needed, including the smoother which would help her the most. River went to struggle, though Simon's cool hands found her skin before she could get far enough way. "Mèi mei, it is for the best, please." he pleaded with her, which was when she finally relented. The needle left a pin prick in her porcelain colored skin, and soon her eyes grew heavy, she swayed a bit until her body landed softly and safely on her bed, causing Simon to sigh, "Women qù nàli. We should be able to sleep now, she will be out until the morning." he told everyone. They all grinned and went in their separate ways, Mal heading to Inara's shuttle to check on her, and Zoë back to her now empty room. Well not completely empty, as she had Henry, a bouncing baby boy with Wash's hair and eyes. Everyone still felt the lost of Wash, as he had always kept the crew laughing, either if it was from his jokes, or someone catching a glimpse of him playing with his Dinos. Zoë had been slowly recovering from the lost of her husband, at times, she could be seen holding one of his old dinos, crying silently. Though seeing Henry growing up as if before their eyes, it helped her, and it seemed he already had a thing for dinosaurs, just like this dad did.
Everything since Miranda had been hard on the crew, they had lost people they had loved during it, and it effected them in more ways, Simon had finally opened up to Kaylee, and Mal had tried to patch things up with Inara over the past two years, who had slowly started to stop taking clients. However the one person who seemed to be clinging onto everything at once…was Jayne. He had been desperately trying to drown out his sorrows for the loss of everything which happened in his usual ways, plenty of whores, and plenty of booze. It had seemed every time they were planet side, he seemed to head towards the nearest whorehouse, for what he called, 'a good sexing'. Most just sighed and said nothing, as they were still mending themselves. They really didn't think that he was using it to try and block out the pain which had been in them all, only that it was normal. The ship seemed to hum as it laid planet side, waiting for the next morning. The Red Light district seemed to be in full swing, that was were the man-ape was at that moment, the nearest brothel, shit-faced drunk, and neck deep in his latest piece of trim.
Jayne laid back on the sweat soaked sheets, only dim lamplight fell in the room, cast more shadows than not. He had on the grin of a crazy guy, though it was still from the surge of release he ad just felt. Nothing felt better to him than being able to get a hold of a ruttin' piece of ass, and sexing' her senseless. That and the booze kept his mind clouded enough to were it didn't wander, he had had enough of that when he had been on the ship. Damned ghosts were everywhere there. Every time he turned he seemed to see Wash, or Book, staring at him as if trying to tell him something. Every. Single. Gorram. Time! He couldn't escape them when he was on the ship, it seemed liked they followed him everywhere, and liked to try and invade his mind. He didn't like it one bit. So he drank, and he sexed everything with tits and a pair of legs. He didn't care, the girls got paid, and he got to get rid of all that sexual tension which would build up while in the black. His body still hummed with pleasure, his breath finally slowing down and his eyes slowly focusing again.
He looked over at the whore who seemed to be looking at him with smoldering green eyes, as if she wanted a second round. She was a fiery red-headed woman, one who could easily smother you with her large rack if ya weren't careful. However he didn't care, that sounded mighty fine right then and there. He gave her a grin, he still had a few hours left with what he paid for this one, and he gave a cocky grin, "Up fer round two darlin'?" he asked, his speech slurred, and his usual cold blue eyes clouded. However it didn't effect his ability in the sack, or lil' Jayne down there one bit. The tramp just rolled her eyes, seeing men use them like this, was sickening. Even though she was paid, she got up and started to get dressed. Still with barely anything covering her, she left the room giving Jayne a backwards glance.
"Th' hell you goin'?! I still got 'em three hours!" he yelled after her, trying to stand up and follow, only to fall right down on his ass, with a loud thud. He groaned a bit, scowling as he grabbed his clothing scattered around the room, pulling it on, taking a few minutes to get everything right. After making sure he had his wallet, and everything he had come with, including the bullets in his sidearm. He grimaced and left the brothel, too drunk to even get the partial refund he had a right to, let that xiao jiàn rén keep the damned coin, and hell be it if he went in that whore house again. He stumbled around the back water moon for a while, trying to get into any bars he passed by, though many just turned him away for being as wasted as he already was. He grumbled as he did so the streets seemed to be flooded with people enjoying the nightlife. However they seemed to avoid him, a big drunk guy, that could spell out all sorts of trouble.
The rain started up as he headed back to Serenity, causing his feet to slip around a bit, as he already stumbled. He though made it through somehow and to were the ship was parked, punching in the code to get on, and stumbled up the ramp, only to slam his hand down hard on the control panel, closing the ship up again. He grumbled as he made his way through the cargo bay, hitting quite a number of crates, where a curse every time he did. The sounds seemed to echo through the cargo bay and into the other areas of the ship, though thankfully everyone had already drifted off into sleep. His boots were not much protection from the hard steel of some of the crates, but he didn't really have laces to trip on. It would be hard to explain if he fell and broke his nose while trying to get passed the boxes. He was getting through them kicking some of the things out of his way as he kicked his weight set by accident.
"Gorramit!" he yelled, holding that foot in his hands as he seemed to hop in place for a moment or two. He finally put his foot back down, glaring at the weight before he made his way to the stairs, and climbed them, He grumbled as he finally made it through the cargo bay, and into the passenger area, were the sitting room also was. The smell of medicine, and harsh cleaning chemicals hit his nose, as it always did in this area. The doc was anal about how clean his infirmary was, and how it was organized. Jayne smirked in a drunken manner, he had messed with him so many times after figuring it out. He looked down the corridor, it seemed everyone was sleeping which didn't bother him none.. He didn't have a big welcome home party, without the ghosts of his old friends he was happier than he had been when he went out. He might now actually be able to get some gorram sleep for once in a long time. He didn't know however if he was going to make it to his own damned bunk, let alone get down the ladder for it. Though there was somewhere else he could sleep. He slowly closed the distance to the couch in the seating area, right outside the infirmary, and let his body fall into the soft couch, it felt like heaven on a tired body. In only a matter of minutes was he out like a rock, though he would have one of the worst hangovers in the morning from all that whiskey he had drank. Though for now, it was time for some sleep, hopefully the booze chased away the dreams of all that happened, Book and Wash dying, Reavers, and the doc's sister, slaughtering them. However, the last thing…didn't haunt his dreams as much as it should of.
Key:
Ó, bù, bù huì zài: Oh no Not again
Women qù nàli.: There we go
Xiao jiàn rén: little slut
Gorram/Gorramit: Damn/Dammit
Mei mei: little sister
Bao bai: Sweetheart
