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Rating: PG (friendship with a hint of slash if that's how you've a mind to read it, more so than the last piece, those who don't like it…consider yourself warned)
This is version 2, as mentioned in the previous piece, still Kaylee's POV, still the same scene.
I don't think…oh, who am I foolin', I know she hasn't spoken to me since Cap'n went an' picked her up off of that moon she's been livin' on since she left us…left me. If she'd said anything I'd remember. But when she lays her hand on my shoulder while everyone's fightin', I know she hasn't forgotten about me. Everythin's just been crazy and she hasn't had the time yet…at least, I hope that's why…
And even though there's all this arguin' goin' on, all I can concentrate on are her fingers on my shoulder, burning a hole through my overalls…or so it feels. I want to bring my hand up to cover hers and make her understand that I've not forgotten her either, that I've missed her, but somehow I don't reckon now is the time.
She's probably jus' being kind, knowin' I don't like my 'family' yellin' like this, and here I sit thinkin' her hand on me is just about us, me and her…some friend and crew member I am…
I don't care her hands on my shoulder and I'm feelin' all warm and shiny. I'll guess I'll just have to go to her and tell her I've missed her, that I don't ever want her to leave me…I mean us…again.