Title: Maybe Nobody Overheard
author: Jmaria
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss made em, I just play with them.
Summary: A stowaway finds herself in Serenity's cargo hold. Questioning and threatening ensue.
A/N: I'm glad everyone's enjoying the story. I don't claim to be super intelligent (I wouldn't do half the stupid things I do if I were), and I've run out of K, X, and Z words rather quickly. It was originally only going to be the first chapter, but it was so fun and challenging to write that it ended up getting continued. Thanks to all the reviewers and readers.
Maybe Nobody Overheard
A bright light blinded her as the door to the closest opened, and Dawn felt a feeling a dread skip across her stomach. Bracing herself for a fight, she blinked to get a look of her attacker. Course, she wasn't expecting to see a gray-haired older man who looked more like a preacher than an assassin.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll - okay, well I don't know what I'll do, but it'll be something," Dawn cried, yanking on the pair of cuffs that locked her down.
"Everything is going to be just fine, nobody is going to hurt you," the man said in a calming, even tone.
"Fine? Getting locked in a - whatever this is, is fine?" Dawn snapped, her voice a touch more hysterical than she was going for.
"Hold it a second, preacher man. I don't recall saying we'd let the stowaway out yet," Mal called.
"Just don't see how keepin her locked up like that's fair, Cap'n," Kaylee broke in, her voice a little wobbly.
"Kaylee, I don't need this right now. "
"Look, if you let me talk I can explain how I got here," Dawn called hopefully.
"Maybe we oughta let her talk, Mal," Wash said.
"Now everybody's had their stupid ass two cents in, I say we keep the crazy bitch where she is," Jayne snapped.
"Oh, please, I barely touched you, you big baby," Dawn snorted. "Pathetic really, when you stop to think about it."
"Quit rilin' him up, would you?"
"Right, I'll stop as soon as someone lets me out of this closet!"
"She's still bleeding, if we leave it for too long, it might get infected," Simon pointed out.
"Take her down to the infirmary, Zoe and Shepherd Book'll go with you," Mal said sighing. "Use whatever means you gotta if'n she acts up, dong ma?"
"Vulnerable little thing like her, what's she gonna do to them?" Wash asked himself, gaining looks from all five females currently crowded into the kitchen area.
"What, yer actually listening to that -"Jayne started to befoul her image once more but was stopped by yet another punch from River.
"'Xactly what part didn't you understand when I told you no more hittin', little one?" Mal demanded, glaring at River.
"You said no touching guns, didn't - used her hands to hit him," River said simply.
"Zoe, get em outta here, and take River with you."