Holding Out
Just a drabble, set just after War Stories. Written for LJ's firefly100, prompt "burn."
He plucked his aloha shirt off electrode burns, more irritated by Jayne's pale stare, the rasp of blade against whetstone.
"What?" he finally snapped.
"Been holdin' out on us, little man."
"About what?"
"Makin' like you don't know guns."
"I know 'em. Just don't like 'em."
Jayne grinned. "Took that one guy's head plumb off."
His teeth clenched, stomach twisted, the explosion of blood, bone, tissue vivid behind his eyes. "He pointed a gun at Zoe."
"Face shot's tricky."
Chair legs grating, he stood to leave. "No armor on his face."
