Yeah, um, based off of http:/ lilyjordyn. /journal/ 32254139/and the urging of a friend to make a scenario from it. So...Jayne = (Un)Zombie. Don't shoot me for the sap. o.o
Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name (c) to Tessa Stone
"I can take care of myself!"
"Hanna, I-"
The smaller man screamed obscenities, 'I can-'s, and 'I don't-'s drowning out Jayne's attempts at calming him. Hanna continued with his tantrum and the detective took it in silence until he finally broke. 'Maybe if you grew up instead of acting like a temperamental three year-old, I'd believe you could take care of yourself!' He knew perfectly well that the man with the odd red mohawk was capable, and he hadn't met to say it, but he did and Hanna seethed. He shouted more curses at the detective and stormed to the door and out, taking off into the darkness where vampires, werewolves, and any number of metaphysical creatures lurked. Jayne chased after him. The twenty-four year old was reckless, stubborn...and fragile. As tough as he acted, he was only human. Only mortal. The streets spread out in ways they never did in the daylight under normal conditions; now they seemed a maze from which no one could escape, and in which no one could be found. As he raced along he tried to think like Hanna. Where would his recklessness and the flood of emotions take him? The detective held back useless panic and rushed down another alley filled with trash and unseen dangers ready to spring. A flash of a red crest up ahead revealed that he was just on Hanna's heels and he forced his feet to carry him faster, nearly smacking into the wall as he flew around the corner, bringing the ginger-headed punk into full view.
Hanna nearly caused Jayne's heart to stop as he dashed across the street into traffic, nearly getting struck by a sport car that managed to veer out of the way at the last moment. Heart in his throat, he abandoned caution and followed the boy into the busy street. He watched as Hanna made it across and continued on, and he nearly did the same until a sharp pain flashed through his foot and leg and he collapsed onto the pavement, yelling at the pain from his now-broken foot that had been unfortunate enough to get in the way of a car. At least it wasn't Hanna that had been broken. He struggled to rise to his feet until the blaring of a semi-truck made him turn his head, only to be met with headlights blaring down at him.
Detective Jayne Hart stayed in place, oddly calm as he scrutinized how painful it would be to be under those wheels, until a pale hand grasped onto the back of his shirt and yanked him out of the road, sending another wave of pain through the man's foot and leg. It could have been worse. 'You say I can't take care of myself, but I'm the one saving your ass!' He huffed, trying to keep up his tough facade though the worry showed in his lovely blue eyes. 'Next time you should just listen to me and-'
Jayne cut Hanna off by pulling him into a kiss, long and loving, and the younger man responded with the same gentleness. 'My hero.' The detective chuckled, accepting Hanna's help to get back on his good foot. 'Damn right I am. Com'n, Gallahad. For once, I'll be the one taking you to the hospital.' Jayne leaned against him and smiled just a bit, kissing the man's cheek. 'You owe me for running off. I expect one thousand kisses, and the one from before doesn't count.' The red-head gave him the little blushing grin he'd come to love and leaned in to press their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss. 'Nine hundred ninety-nine more to go, and I'll love paying each and every one.'"