Title: Bad Comb Over
Author: jmaria
rating: PG-13-ish
Words: 247
Disclaimer: Joss is god-king, I am not.
Summary: Jayne says something out of the ordinary . . .
challenge: er, 37. something seen in unexpected light
A/N: yeah, took sorta on a life of it's own.
"You can see it in your eyes, that collective calm and good will towards all. Unlike most, your an open-book. Don't take much to get a man to wondering what'll it take to get you to thinkin' he's all decent and amicable-like. He don't get the chance to reckon you'd just ignore 'im, let 'im go about his way. That makes you vulnerable, little Kaylee. Sucks ya into that feeling that you could get away with gorram murder."
"Who'd want to do a thing like that?" Her voice was tiny and pinched, her eyes narrowed in uncertainty.
"More 'an most. You're easy to fall into," he keeps it brief, knowing he's already said to much and given too few hints. "That and you're so damn cheerful. Makes a body sick."
"Hmm."
"Git outta my way, girl. Got more'n enough to do without you hanging about," Jayne shouldered the supplies and stalked off to the galley, cursing under his breath.
Kaylee stared after him for a tick, emotions running across her face.
"I don't think I'll ever understand that big lug," she said, sighing.
"Not many that say they can," Mal replied, wrapping an arm around her.
"Just never known Jayne to talk in that long a sentence before. Kinda spooky," Kaylee gave him a watery grin.
"That it is," Mal squeezed her close. Lots a things were changing on his boat, and it seemed little Kaylee was choosing to ignore some of 'em. He wondered how long that'd last.