Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it yet.

I lured him in

With a piece of bread

And then I smashed

His little head

Very few things factored into it. Like, if he hadn't been walking by her room, or if he just hadn't been humming that gorram tune, that's about it. Nobody even knew how Jayne had learned the thing. There was no butchers knife this time, for which Simon was grateful. He had enough trouble fixing Jayne's throat without the gun/stick, knife/paint brush confusion. River had almost killed Jayne, but it was almost comforting knowing that that was her intent and not something else. Almost, as in only a little bit of Simon and no one else. She was locked in her room right now, and sedated, you could never be too careful.

AN: I bet that made no sense. Again, blame the jester. He's the one who told me that writing this story would be theraputic.