Title: Thin Line
Series: Our Mrs. Cobb
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Not mine; both belong to Whedon
Rating: PG-13
FYI: This is the first part of this next part and it's broken up for length and cause frankly, I like where this ended but the next part will be posted in a day or so.
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"How long are you going to be planetside?" Zoe questions Inara.
"Shouldn't be more than a day or two." Inara answers.
"Big stop to renew your license to Companion." Wash comments, a confused expression crossing his face. "Can I use Companion as a verb?"
"It's Guild law." Inara says with a small smile. "All companions are required to undergo a physical exam once a year."
"Could you not do that why we're…ever?" Simon looks across the table at Jayne with a disgusted look, causing Willow to giggle. Jayne lifts his head long enough to smirk at Simon before spitting on his whetstone again.
"So, two days in a hospital?" Wash says to Inara. "That's awful. Don't you just hate doctors?"
"Hey." Simon protests.
"Present company excluded." Wash replies.
"Don't be excluding people." Jayne drawls. "That's just rude."
Willow giggles again at the look on Simon's face and then turns her head behind her to see why River's not giggling too. "River, sweetie, what are you doing?"
"Mei-mei, put that down." Simon says slowly.
The crew turns to see the genius walking towards Jayne, a butcher knife in her hand and a dazed look in her eyes.
"River, no." Willow says, moving in front of the genius. She reaches out to grab the knife and jumps back with a hiss when River slashes her arm. Bringing her hand back, she slaps River hard across the face. The genius falls to the floor, the knife slipping out of her hand. Willow kicks the knife away before dropping down beside River and pulling the terrified-looking girl into her arms. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry." Willow tilts River's head back to examine her face. "Look at your face, I'm sorry."
River looks down at Willow's arm, tears filling her eyes at the blood seeping from the wound. "I didn't mean to…they're close…two by two, hands of blue." River looks straight into Willow's eyes. "They're coming to get me, taking back what was stolen."
"Who sweetie?" Willow asks.
"Two by two, hands of blue." River's hand move into the air, shaking uncontrollably. "They'll cut me open again, looking for another toy surprise but there's nothing left to take out, spaces need to be filled. Supposed to feel but feels too much and can quantify what is real and what isn't." River jumps up and runs out of the mess without another word.
"Willow, you need to go with me to the infirmary." Simon says.
"Huh?" Willow mutters. "Why?"
"Your arm." Simon replies.
Willow looks down at her arm and then back at Simon. "I forgot." Willow says with a shrug of her shoulders. "Lead the way, doctor man."
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Willow watches as Simon puts the weaves thingies into her arm. The cut isn't very long or deep, honestly, she would have just thrown a bandaide on it and been done but figures Simon needs to do something. "Oh, will it scar?"
"No." Simon answers.
"Oh." Willow says, somewhat pouting.
"You wanted it to scar?" Mal asks through clenched teeth.
"Didn't really matter either way but it would be kinda neat to have a cool-ass scar." Willow replies.
"You have scars." Simon comments. "Numerous ones, actually."
Willow lifts her head up to look at Simon. "How do you know…oh yeah from when I was all passed out." Willow says. "You didn't go sneaking a peak into inappropriate areas, did you?"
"Of course not." Simon replies, his cheeks turning slightly pinks. "I was referring to the scars on your neck, stomach, back, and legs."
"There's one on my back?" Willow asks, trying to turn her head to peer down at her back. "Where?"
Simon gently touches a spot on Willow's back, about five or six inches below her shoulder blades, almost directly in the middle of her back.
"Huh." Willow mutters, trying to remember when she got the scar. It must be from that nest of vamps they cleared out a couple weeks ago; she got tossed across the cemetery and hit a tree. She didn't remember it scaring though.
Mal waits until Simon is done doctorin' Willow before addressin' the issue. "She's to stay confined to her room at all times, no exceptions." Mal orders. "You want to take her to the mess, the infirmary, you ask me first. You understand?"
"I do." Simon replies quietly.
"I want you moved out of her room and into the one the doc's usin'." Mal tells Willow. "Doc, you can share with the Shepard for a bit."
"No." Willow replies.
"Excuse me?" Mal growls.
"Um, no sir." Willow says. "I'm staying with River. If you want to confine her to our room, you're just going to have to confine me too."
"She just attacked you." Mal's looking at Willow like she's lost her mind. "She could have hurt you worse than she did and you still wanna room with her?"
Willow just waves off Mal's concern. "If I stopped being friends with everybody that attacked me, I wouldn't have any friends left. You done yet, doc?"
"Yes." Simon replies. "I am so sorry…"
"Don't worry bout it." Willow interrupts. She jumps off the sick bed and starts out of the room when Mal grabs her arm to stop her. "What?"
"Where you goin'?" Mal questions.
"Find River." Willow answers.
"I don't think so." Mal says. "I meant it when I said you ain't stayin' in the same room with her."
"I get that you're all worried." Willow replies. "But I'm not going to make River feel like she has the plague because of something that isn't her fault."
"She cut you." Mal points out. "How is that not her fault?"
"Didn't you hear what she said?" Willow replies. "She didn't want to."
"It don't matter none." Mal replies. "You still ain't roomin' with her."
"Yes, I am." Willow argues. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Jayne, Wash, and Inara all take a step back at the look on Mal's face. Zoe looks between the irate captain and the redhead, shocked that she's not backing off. Instead, Willow is standing a only inches away from Mal, glaring back at him just as hard as he's glaring at her.
"Can't stop you?" Mal bellows into Willow's face. "You bet your pigu that I can stop you, even if'n I gotta hog tie you to the bed."
"You wouldn't dare." Willow yells back.
"The hell I wouldn't." Mal replies, lookin' down at Willow with an expression that's been known to almost make grown men piss themselves.
"Oh, don't even try that buddy." Willow says, poking Mal in the chest. "It's not going to work; I've gotten that look from people loads scarier than you."
"Woman, you best stop pokin' me." Mal yells. "And if I said you ain't stayin' with River, than you ain't stayin' with River, dong ma?"
"You can just shove that dong ma where the sun don't shine, buddy." Willow replies. "See this?" Willow points up to her face. "This is known as the resolve face; you better learn it because it means I'm completely resolved in the situation and there's nothing you can do to change my mind." Jerking her arm out of Mal's hand, Willow pushes past him and storms out of the infirmary.
Mal watches Willow walk away, his mouth hanging open; nobody, not even Zoe talks to him the way she just did.
"She's either really brave or really stupid." Jayne comments. "Or just plain crazy. I'm goin' with crazy."
Mal follows Willow, glancing over his shoulder when he hears the rest of the crew following him. "What're you guys doin'?
"Following you follow Willow." Wash answers. "I'm curious as to what she'll say to you next."
Mal sends Wash a glare and walks faster towards Willow's back.
Willow glances over her shoulder and sees Mal only a few feet behind her. She quickens her stride but knows it's useless as Mal comes up on her side. "It's so not fair." Willow complains. "Your legs are so much longer than mine; how am I supposed to storm off if you just keep up with me?"
Mal can't help but laugh at the indignant look on Willow's face.
"You're not supposed to laugh." Willow says. "You're supposed to be all mad and growly, not laughing at me."
"You're a pain in the ass, little girl." Mal replies.
Willow punches him in the arm. "I am not a little girl."
Mal looks down at where she punched him and then up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Jayne's right; either you're really brave, stupid, or just plain crazy."
"Probably a combination of all three." Willow replies. "Mal?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry I punched you." Willow apologizes.
"Bet you are." Mal replies.
"Okay, I'm really not cause you deserved for being all 'I am man and you will obey me little girl'." Willow agrees.
"You really are the strangest person." Mal comments.
"Yeah, cause you're just the poster child for normal." Willow replies with a roll of her eyes.
Mal glares at her, cursing under his breath.
Willow glares back.
"What's up with that?" Wash quietly asks Zoe. "Since when does Mal laugh at somebody when they're disobeying orders?"
"Don't know husband." Zoe replies, confused herself.
Willow turns into the mess and comes to a complete stop at the scene in front of her.
"Woman, what in the seven hells are you…." Mal runs into Willow's back and grabs her arms to keep her from falling face first. Looking up, he sees what has her so enthralled. "Gorramit, little witch, put that down, now."
Simon pushes past the crew and gasps when he sees his little sister. She's huddled in a corner, the butcher knife held against her arm. As they watch, she presses the blade into her forearm.
Seeing blood drip down the blade fuels Willow into motion. She runs across the room and drops down next to River. "Sweetie, don't do that."
"Is this blood?" River whispers, looking up at Willow with a confused and terrified expression. "This is blood, right? It's not me, I'm not some…weapon."
Willow's too shocked to say anything; her words almost perfectly echo ones she's heard before.
"Mei-mei." Simon whispers as he squats down behind Willow.
"What am I?" River asks tearfully. "Am I real? Am I anything?"
Tears fill Kaylee's eyes at the sadness in River's voice and she grabs Inara's hand for support. Wash looks sadly at his dinosaur friend, not understanding what she's going through. Book and Zoe both watch the genius with blank expressions, their emotions hidden deep behind their façades. Simon sits back and does nothing; he's completely out of his depth and doesn't know how to help her. Mal eyes the knife, focused first on getting the weapon away from her before she hurts herself more. Jayne shifts his weight from foot to foot, most of him wanting to flee, not comfortable with how seeing her in pain makes him feel.
Willow grabs River's bleeding arm and holds it up. "Look, it's blood and it's yours and it's real." Willow says. "You're real, River. You're Simon's sister, Jayne's Moony, Kaylee and Wash's friend, Mal and Zoe's headache, and my calmness. You mean something to every person on this boat; you just need to realize that."
"Can't." River whispers. "Too much, it's all too much and I can't push it out anymore."
"Yes, you can." Willow says firmly. "You have to. I know what it feels like but you can't let it win, can't let them win. You're stronger than that."
"No, I'm really not." River argues. "I'm not like you, an Amazon."
"River, you are strong enough." Willow replies. "You just have to fight."
"Why?" River asks.
"Why what?" Willow replies.
"Why fight?" River says. "Why do you fight? It's not for redemption; you know that's not an option. It doesn't matter how much good you do; you will always have a darkness."
"I know." Willow agrees. "But I still fight."
"Why?" River replies. "There's no point. We can save every person in the verse a hundred times over and will still never balance out the lives we ended."
Willow can hear the gasps from behind her but doesn't turn around. "I know."
A hollow laugh leaves River's mouth. "We're going to burn in hell."
"Mei-mei." Simon protests.
"Perhaps." Willow replies. "But we still fight."
"What's the point?" River says. "Does it even mean anything?"
"I asked Angel that same question last year after I fell off the wagon for a bit. Do you want to know what he told me?" Willow replies
"Yes." River replies.
"It doesn't mean anything." Willow says. "In the greater scheme or the big picture, nothing we do matters. There's no grand plan, no big win and if there is no bigger meaning, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters with what we do, now. The smallest act of kindness can be the greatest thing in the world."
"And you agree?" River asks.
"Mostly." Willow replies. "Don't fight because you think it's a way to make up for what you've done; fight because it's the right thing to do."
"I don't know how to start." River says quietly.
"First thing, you need to put the knife down and stand up." Willow replies. "Then you need to leave this behind you and move on."
River puts the knife down and slowly stands up. "It'll happen again." River whispers. "I can't control it, parts are missing and there's no pushing them back."
Willow studies River, her mouth dropping open after a few seconds. "Oh, goddess, they didn't." Willow whispers. "They wouldn't. But it makes so much sense, really bad and screwed up sense but sense nonetheless."
"What?" Simon says. "What makes sense?"
"You poor thing." Willow says sadly. "No wonder it's so hard for you."
River looks into Willow eyes. "Yes." Then she walks away, blood dripping down the cut on her arm.
"No, Simon." Willow says as she grabs his arm. "Let her go."
"I need to fix her." Simon protests.
"You can't." Willow replies. "There's no cure for what was done for her; she's the only one that can fix herself. There's nothing you can do."
"What was done to her?" Simon repeats. "You know something?"
"She just told us." Willow replies. "Didn't you hear her?"
"We heard what she said and most of it don't make a lick of sense." Mal says. "Though some of it does and I ain't likin' the sense it does make."
"Right after she cut me, she said she felt too much and that there's parts missing and she can't control it or push it back." Willow verifies. "I just can't believe, okay actually I can cause the government is always messing with forces beyond their control but to do that to a…it's just wrong."
"Do what?" Jayne growls. "Red, you're makin' about as much sense as Moony does and that ain't much."
"They removed or stripped or somehow altered her limbic system." Willow says, looking directly at Simon.
"What?" Simon says with a bark of laughter. "That's insane, why would you even think that?"
"Because she just told us." Willow replies. "Just think about it, it explains so much."
"What's a limbic system?" Wash questions.
"It's your brain's way to filter out what you don't want to feel." Willow says.
Everyone but Simon looks confused.
"You know when you're scared or worried or nervous but you don't want to be so you push it to the back of your mind?" Simon explains. "The limbic system is what allows you to do it; without it, you would feel everything, you can't not. But why would you think they would do that?"
"A weapon." Willow replies. "They wanted to make her into a weapon and making her able to feel everything is a good way to go about doing that."
"You think the government tortured and removed part of a teenager's brain to make a weapon?" Book asks incredulously.
"I've seen government subsidiaries do stuff like this before." Willow replies. "You remember that Spike guy I was telling you about?"
"The one that kidnapped and tried to kill you all the time." Mal says. "Yeah, we remember."
"About a year after he kidnapped me, a government group called the Initiative captured him and then they put this chip in his brain that stopped him from doing any amount of violence." Willow says. "Nothing, he couldn't even point a toy gun a someone without the chip going off and his brain pretty much getting fried."
"That's not possible." Simon replies.
"Yes, it is." Willow says. "Trust me, he tried and would have killed me if it weren't for the chip. It completely prevented him from hurting any person. And that same government group tried to make the perfect weapon by combining man and computer and something else. But then it went all insane and killed most of the people that made it."
"What does this have to do with River?" Mal replies. "Cause as we just seen, she can hurt people."
"They don't care." Willow says. "They don't care what it'll do to River or any person. They don't care about the risks or the dangers or anything but progress. All they care about is gaining power and knowledge and they will do anything they have to do, including cut open and scoop out her brain to get it. That is what this has to do with River. She is just a means to an end."
"That's a very cynical viewpoint for someone so young." Book says after a few moments.
"You ever head the expression, 'don't judge a book by its cover'?" Willow replies with a laugh.
"Yes." Book says. "Of course."
"The same goes with age." Willow finishes. "I mean, River's what, 18, and I can guarantee you that she's been through more and seen more than both Kaylee and Simon together. Hell, my best friend was 16 the first time she died, 17 when she had to kill her lover, and 18 when the man she considers a father drugged her and almost got her killed. Never judge by age; it'll bite you in the ass every time."
Complete silence follows.
"First time?" Simon breaks the silence after a minute or two.
"Yeah, she was drowned." Willow explains. "Xander brought her back with CPR but she was clinically dead for a few minutes. Then she….fell from a tower and about 2 and a half years ago she was shot but was brought back at the hospital."
"Oh." Simon mutters.
"She killed her lover?" Wash asks.
"Yeah, well, it's a little more complicated than that." Willow replies, wishing she hadn't said that but she was on a roll and it seemed to go with what she was saying. "She ran him through with a sword and as far as she knew then, he was dead. She took off afterwards, and when she came back, found out he wasn't really dead. But don't think she wanted to, she didn't have a choice and it was the hardest decision she's ever had to make and I know it still haunts her. Hell, she once told me that she loved him more than she will love anything in this life; that she would have given up everything she had to be with him but she did what she had to. Oh, point in fact, Buffy was 16 when she fell in love with Angel and he is older than Jayne."
"What's that gotta do with me?" Jayne asks.
"I'm just saying the difference between 18 and 33 isn't nothing but a number." Willow replies. "River isn't an 18 year old girl. She's a well-rounded, world experienced girl who just happens to be 18."
"Be that as it may, I still ain't understandin' how you got them cuttin' her brain open from what she just said." Mal says.
"Can we sit down?" Willow replies. "I want to sit." She doesn't wait for him to reply, just drops down on the couch in the mess. She grabs Kaylee's hand and plants the mechanic on the floor in front of her and starts to braid sections of her hair.
Mal follows them over and perches on the armrest beside Willow. "Well, you wanna explain?"
"It just makes sense." Willow replies. "It's like a puzzle and that was the final piece to fit."
"Woman, would you just explain yourself?" Mal shouts, growing more frustrated by the second.
"Somebody sure had their extra grumpy flakes this morning." Willow comments, smiling cheerfully at Mal.
"W.i.l.l.o.w." Mal drags her name out, his hands fisted at his side.
"Okay, sheesh, no need to get all name growly." Willow says, trying to stall. She knows River doesn't want them to know she can read minds but she has to tell them something. "I'm guessing I'm not the only one to notice River knows things she shouldn't be able to know."
"No, you're not." Book agrees.
"River's always be intuitive." Simon says.
Willow snorts. "Simon, knowing that somebody is lying to you is intuitive." Willow replies. "Knowing exactly what's happening to somebody, like she did when Mal was shot, is not intuitive. Heck, she knew Serenity was going to get fixed and that we all weren't going to die."
"She knew I was gonna get shot?" Mal asks.
"After we got back, she just told me we had to leave because there was only enough air left for one person." Willow replies. "She said that it would last long enough for Serenity to get better as long as only one person stayed, which she knew was going to be you because you're too much of a masochist to have it any other way."
Mal glares at her.
"What's a masochist?" Kaylee asks.
"Technically, it's somebody who gets a sexual thrill off being hurt or humiliated." Willow answers.
Kaylee's eyes go wide as she turns to look at Mal.
"But I so didn't mean it that way." Willow says, seeing the shocked look on Kaylee's face. "I just mean he seems to enjoy or put himself in the position to be hurt."
"You can stop helping anytime now." Mal says to Willow when Kaylee still continues to stare at him. "Little Kaylee, stop starin' at me like I'm bout to throw myself on my gun and pull the trigger."
"Kaylee, Mal's not all suicidal." Willow assures her. "He just reminds me of Angel with the billow-y coat and the I must suffer and brood about life and Angel is a major masochist."
"You have a weird group of friends." Wash comments.
"You have no idea." Willow says with a smile. "Remind me to tell you about Anya sometime; she takes weird to a whole different level."
"Can we get back to my sister first?" Simon asks. "I would like to know what you know that I don't, beginning with her thinking she's going to burn in hell."
Willow sighs and leans back against the couch, her hands dropping out of Kaylee's hair. "That's not a pretty story." Willow replies.
"Then how's bout you start with you endin' some lives and then move onto what she meant by her." Mal orders.
"I told you my girlfriend Tara was killed, shot right in front of me." Willow says. "And that I had some problems afterwards."
"Yeah, I remember that." Mal replies.
"After Warren, that's who killed her….he wasn't even aiming for her, he meant to kill Buffy and Tara got hit by a stray bullet." Willow says quietly. "We had just gotten back together and she finally convinced me to get dressed and join the real world again and I look up and there's blood covering her shirt. She just looked at me with this confused expression and pointed out the blood on my shirt and then she was dead. I lost it. I tracked down Warren and I tortured him and then I killed him. And then I went after the two guys that were helping him try to off my best friend for good measure. There was a man named Rack and he had something I needed, and I killed him to get it. Then I attacked Buffy's little sister, Buffy, Xander, Anya, and Giles; anybody who stood in my way of getting revenge. That's the darkness I'll always have to live with."
"And River?" Mal asks after a few minutes of trying to fit the cheerful redhead sitting beside him in with the picture she just painted.
Willow sighs again. "She killed some doctors."
"What?" Simon gasps. "You don't….how…did…?"
"She told me." Willow says. "Because she knows I'm the only one who will understand what she did."
"You ain't the only one to take a life." Mal says quietly.
"There's a thin line between being a killer and being a murderer." Willow replies. "It's thin but it is there. You and Jayne and Zoe have killed people, yes but not like we did. For you, it was about survival; you had to kill in order to live yourselves. Even you Jayne, with your trying to act like a cold-blooded killer; you're not. You will kill when it's needed but not for pleasure, not for revenge. You three may walk the line between killer and murderer but you are careful not to cross over; we weren't."
"I don't see how there is a difference." Simon says, refusing to think of his sister as a murderer. "If she killed a doctor, it was only because they were going to hurt her or she wanted to get out. That's not murder; that's self defense."
"It's self defense if she tries to leave." Willow replies. "If she just breaks 3 doctors' necks and then just sits back down without a word being said or an order being given then it's murderer. They may have been hurting her yes, but she didn't kill them to get them to stop or to get out; she killed them for revenge; pure and clear vengeance."
"And you don't think she's got the right?" Mal replies.
"I'm not saying that." Willow says. "I'm not saying I'm sorry for killing Warren either; I can't. What I am saying is murdering somebody for revenge, for vengeance, stains your soul and there isn't a stain remover strong enough to remove it. We aren't gods; we had no right to have decided they deserved to die for their actions. You shooting somebody before they shoot you or, as a means of survival is different. I'm not saying it's okay, I'm just saying it's different."
"And River told you she did this?" Simon asks quietly.
"Yes." Willow replies. "There's things she can tell me and she knows I won't be freaked out or bothered by it; things she could never tell you."
"She's my sister and I love her." Simon protests.
"But you're also a very innocent person." Willow interrupts. "You honestly have no idea what people are capable of, the kind of pure evilness they can do and I hope you never find out, you don't need to. Or Kaylee or Wash or Inara. The only ones who've even come close to seeing are you four." Willow's finger draws a line from Mal to Zoe to Jayne and lastly Book. "And me and River."
The crew turns to look at the Shepard and then back to Willow.
"How much does a man of the cloth really ever see?" Mal questions. "Enough to compare him to 6 people who've killed?"
"He wasn't always a Shepard." Willow replies. "And your answers lie in what he was before."
"You know?" Mal asks.
"No." Willow answers. "I just know he's got a past, one that's pretty darn colorful from the looks of his nervousness."
"Well, preacher, you care to shed some light on this?" Mal says.
"As I said before, I will one day." Book answers. "But today is not that day."
"Oh, what's with you people and your cryptic-ness?" Willow glares at Book. "River's been doing that like crazy and it's driving me nuts."
"Cryptic-ness?" Simon asks.
"Oh, you know, 'perhaps I know something, perhaps I don't but only time will tell'." Willow replies. "It is so annoying."
Jayne stands up and quietly leaves the crew to discuss River's 'cryptic-ness'. Turning out of the mess, he feels an almost physical pull and knows, can practical feel it, that River is in the bay. He cuts the distance there in long strides and sure enough, finds her hiding between some crates.
"Moony, whadda doin'?" Jayne asks.
"Hiding." River answers, looking down at her hands. "They're stained red and no matter how much I rub them, it won't fade away."
"Course they're stained red, you nutcase." Jayne replies. "You're bleedin' all over yourself." He bends down and picks her small form up.
"What are you doing?" River asks.
"Takin' your dumb ass down to the infirmary fore you bleed to death." Jayne answers as he starts out of the bay. "You need a gorram keeper."
"That's why I have a husband." River replies as she leans back against his chest.
Jayne rolls his eyes. "Fine, as your husband, I order ya to stop cuttin' on yourself, dong ma?"
"Just needed to make sure I was real." River explains.
Jayne slides open the infirmary door and sits her down on the table. He grabs some alcohol swabs and some bandages before moving back to her. "There's gotta be better ways to feel alive then cuttin' on yourself."
River watches as Jayne cleans the small cut on her arm and covers it with the white gauze and tape. "Yes, there are." River agrees, shifting onto her knees so that she's eye level with the large merc.
"Uh, then ya should find one of em and use it instead." Jayne manages to grunt out, his eyes darting over her face and shoulders.
"Very well." River replies. She snakes her arms around Jayne's neck, and before he can protest or even really move back, she pulls his mouth to hers.
Jayne's eyes close at the taste of her mouth and he pushes his tongue past her lips and into the warm recess of her mouth. It's been a while, a good long while since he's kissed on the mouth and he's shocked to find it different. He don't remember a girl tastin' so sweet or warm or right and though it scares him how right it feels, he's enjoyin' the feel of her mouth too much to pull away.
River closes her eyes and leans her weight into Jayne. Warm, she feels warm and safe and ever so…quiet. All she can feel is Jayne's body against hers, his tongue fighting with her tongue, and his hands rubbing against her back. And the little shocks of pleasure that each touch brings. She wants to crawl inside him and stay warm forever.
"Well, it's not a closet but I knew it was going to happen." Willow's voice says from the open doorway.
Jayne jerks away from River and turns his head to see Kaylee and Willow smiling brightly at him.
Kaylee sighs heavily although the smile never leaves her face. "They really are gonna end up havin' sex fore Simon ever makes a move on me."
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