Chapter 21
Rated R—for violence, language, and extreme morbidity.
Jayne set Vera up on the rooftop next door from the Blue Sun warehouse. An unconscious watchman he took out moments before lay next to Vera's stand. There was a matching set of snipers out cold on the roof to the left. Zoë sat on the rooftop directly across from the warehouse, and Mal waited on the ground for his cue to upload a virus River and Kaylee concocted that should crash the surveillance system for several blocks.
Jayne glanced at the sun setting behind the shipping district. It was almost seven. River should be nearing the building. Jayne licked his lips and adjusted his grip on the gun.
He made his decision on the way to take his position two hours ago. He wasn't going to let River go back to that place, and if every other option was out, he would take her life before he let her be tortured again. Then he would go back to Serenity, grab Angel, and head out to the ass end of the galaxy, far away from the hand of the Alliance. If they wanted a Tam girl, these ke-pa xiong-meng de kuan-ren's were out of luck. Hell, he would head on back to Miranda if that was how far he needed to go. Surely Kaylee and the Doc could rig up an air filter.
River rounded a corner from the main road. She was breathing too fast, and looked ready to bolt. Jayne remembered her face during the strategy meeting. She was pale with dread, her eyes too wide. Her hand shook when she slid her fingers through his as he explained his plan to the crew. The planning turned interactive as the others all chimed in with suggestions and alternatives, and he had to admit, they had a better chance of succeeding because of it.
After River had gone to get Angel from her nap, Jayne confronted Simon. "You're okay with this? This me an' River thing?"
"Okay with it, no," Simon said. "Absolutely not. The words 'ick,' and 'gleh,' and 'statutory' come to mind. But she's happy, and you two do…seem to…."
Kaylee put her hand on Simon's shoulder, and finished, "You balance each other."
Jayne turned to Mal. "You, too?"
"I'm a lot of things, but I like to think a hypocrite ain't one of 'em. The 'no crew romances' rule has done gone out the window, in case you hadn't noticed. Besides, as miserable as you two were, it had to be serious. She just had to wait 'til the realization got through your thick head."
Zoë had the nerve to smirk at him. "I was about to lay into you for being an idiot, but Kaylee beat me to it."
Jayne frowned at the memory. He had to do things at his own speed, was all. Couldn't they let it go at that? Of course, he didn't mind it when River took a little initiative. Before he left to take his position on the rooftop, she took his hand, and pulled him a step toward her. She used his shoulder to balance on her toes as she reached and kissed him. It was quick, and he barely got to register anything except pressure, soft lips, and the warm, sweet smell of her skin.
"Just in case," she had said.
"Don't you worry, honey," he whispered as he followed her through Vera's scope. "We're gonna get a lot more a those."
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River froze at the gate. She so did not want to do this. The two guards looked her over. The taller waved her in. She allowed herself one more moment of petrifying fear, and walked inside. She knew that Jayne was up on the roof of the next warehouse, and Zoë was behind her, but it didn't help the corrosive feeling of her stomach acid trying to digest her intestines.
A ramp led up into the warehouse where Levi waited inside. As soon as she entered, he came over, hands in his pockets. "River, I'm so sorry about all of this, but I'm glad you came."
"A paycheck is a paycheck," she accused.
He shook his head. "I don't know what more to say. I do hate this. I hate all of it. But here we are." He rested his hands on River's shoulders. "I promise I'll take care of you. It'll be just like before, and I'll keep you safe in there."
"You never kept me safe. You only helped them hurt me."
Levi let his hands slide away, and stepped back. "I…I am sorry."
A door at the back of the warehouse clanged open, and two men in business suits and blue surgical gloves walked in.
A scream died in her throat.
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"They just walked in," Zoë reported over the transmitters.
Jayne peered through the large dirty windows. He didn't see the Blue Hands, but he saw River backing away from something.
"I'm goin' in," Mal added.
Jayne didn't take his gaze away from the window of the warehouse, but he knew what was to be done. Hopefully. Mal would go to the gate while he and Zoë discreetly took out the two guards so Mal could upload the virus. Then Jayne and Zoë could start picking off the other shooters on the surrounding buildings and the guards on the ground, and Mal would find the Blue Hand's ship, hack in with Kaylee's help, and send a signal to release the landlock on Serenity.
"Ready?" Zoë asked.
Jayne picked up a chunk of tar from the roof and lobbed it at a holding barrel. It banged against the side, and the two guards turned to look. Jayne ducked, grabbed another lump of roofing refuse, and threw it. This one clattered on the asphalt on the side of the building. One of the men left his post and headed toward the noise. The other stepped out of the gatehouse.
As soon as they were clear of the high-tech gate, Jayne and Zoë fired. Silencers attached to the barrel of the guns muffled the noise from those inside the building.
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River backed away from the two men. Her constricted throat turned her wails to whimpers. Tears welled up and dripped from her lashes. Her back hit a wall, and a real scream finally pushed through.
"Her conditioned response is still intact," the tall, skeletal one observed.
"Good. All of her training has not deteriorated after so long without reinforcement," the stockier said.
River looked to Levi, but he kept his eyes to the ground. She shrunk as far into the wall as she could as the Blue Hands came nearer. The shorter one produced a pair of cuffs. She screeched and flinched away.
"R. Tam, present wrists," the skeleton ordered.
She sobbed, but knew what would happen to her if she refused. She lifted trembling hands. The cold metal clamped around her wrists and made her shudder.
Once she was bound, the taller Hand pulled a slim, black com from his breast pocket. "We have the original in custody. You are clear to retrieve the child."
"Nooo!" River jerked away from the second Hand.
Levi rushed in, hands waving. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! That wasn't what we agreed! You said once you got River back, you would let the kid alone."
"You're a fool if you truly thought we would leave without both subjects," Blue Hand One said.
The Hand that cuffed River reached into his own pocket, and pulled out a slim rod. He pointed it toward the struggling girl, and she fell to her knees weeping. Levi stepped forward and knocked the rod away from her.
"You are not touching her!" He faced the taller one. "And you better call whoever you sent to get Angel back because I'm not letting you touch her, either."
"You really shouldn't name them," the first Hand said. "You only end up getting attached."
Blue Hand Two pushed River aside, and extended the ends of the sonic rod as he pointed it at Levi.
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Jayne saw River cuffed, and a moment later try to break free. She went down, and he had not idea what was happening. He wished like hell he was in there instead of on the roof picking off Alliance gunmen.
From a good two hundred feet away, through the concrete walls of the warehouse, Jayne heard a scream. He heard a lot of screams in his line of work, but this was unique. He had only heard it once before in the hospital on Ariel.
"Ta ma de! Zoë! C'n you see what's happenin'?"
"I…son of a bitch…."
"What?"
Mal came on the line, "What's goin' on? We humped?"
"The one with the ponytail, he's bleeding, but nobody hit him or anything," she said. "It's coming out of his nose, and ears, and mouth…he's down. An' he's not movin'."
Jayne left Vera and headed to the fire escape.
"What the hell are you doing?" Zoë demanded. "Get down!"
"I'm goin' in. Cover me."
A bullet passed by his shoulder. Zoë fired back and dropped the man.
"Let the Captain go in," she said.
"Jayne!" Mal's voice crackled in his ear. "You hold your position. I'm—"
"You go to that ship of their'n and get that lock released!" Jayne said, halfway down the ladder. "Nothin' we do is gonna be worth a damn if we can't leave."
"Guys?" Kaylee interjected from the ship. "We got a problem. We're bein' hailed by the Feds. What should we do?"
"Wo men wan le," Mal hissed. "Kaylee—"
Jayne didn't hear the rest. He hit the ground, ripped the earwig out, and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't have time to run around to the front gate, so he jumped the fence, barbed wire and all.
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River scrabbled away from the widening pool of Levi's blood. He wasn't screaming anymore. The only sound in the room was her wheezing.
It was gone. It was all gone. There was no way she was getting out of this alive. They were going to get Angel. Simon and Kaylee weren't fighters, and Inara was easily tracked by the Companion's Guild. She had no idea where Jayne was, and they killed Levi. They made him implode and scream, and she'd liked him, for all that he was part of the Academy staff. He wanted to protect Angel, and they killed him.
It wasn't right that Levi, who had done his best to intervene for her, die like that. Killed, horribly, right in front of her, and she sat there and let it happen. Who were they to decide life and death over people she cared for when she was a fighter, a killer? She was sitting there on the floor, hyperventilating, acting like a stupid little sissy girl. They made her, and, as Jayne once said, she could make them eat it°.
Almost like flipping a switch, her tears stopped. River sprang to her feet, and as the short Blue Gloved bastard looked back at her in surprise, she kicked the rod out of his hand. She ended in her fighting stance.
Both Hands turned to look at her in shock. "Da bian hua."
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"Mother humping piss-ants!" Kaylee heard Mal cuss over the com wave. "Guess they weren't so ruttin' dumb after all. They left guards on their ship."
Kaylee frantically tapped the keys on the consol trying to hack into the little moon-hopper the Blue Hands used to get around. "Cap'n, I just can't get in from here! You gotta get past 'em!" She bit her lip and worried to herself, "I wish Simon were up here. He might know how to hack the government."
Her eyes widened. "Oh. Oh, oh, oh! Jing tsa!"
Kaylee spun the pilot's chair around. She rushed down the stairs, and kicked open the hatch to her and Simon's bunk. It took a little rifling through her husband's drawers and personal effects, but she finally found the wave address. "Gotcha!"
A moment later, Kaylee was back on the bridge and sending an SOS to Garcia. The suspicious man stared back across the screen at her, and frowned. "Who might you be, and how did you get this wave code?"
"I'm Kaylee, from Serenity," she explained. "You helped my husband, Simon Tam, and our crew to rescue Angel from the Academy, remember? You gave Simon a card with your number on it, incase. And now it's incase."
All business, he asked, "What can I do for ya?"
A moment later, Kaylee was patched through to the hacker Langston.
"They're in whose warehouse?" Langston asked.
"Uh, Blue Sun, but that's not what—"
"I knew it!" He slapped his hands down on the arms of his chair. "Everyone kept telling me that I was taking the governmental conspiracy a little too far, but I knew I wasn't wrong! There were too many coincidences. Too many paper trails with exec's tied up in them. I knew it just couldn't be—"
"Langston! We need in that ship!"
"Right. Right." He took a breath and settled his fingers on his keys. "Here we go."
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Simon stared down the Fed in charge of the raiding party. "I understand that you have a warrant, officer, but I assure you, this is not the ship you are looking for."
"Firefly-class transport ship, classcode 03-K64, name Serenity, registered to Captain Malcolm Reynolds," the lawman recited. "That's this ship, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, but there are only two babies on this vessel. One of them is a boy, and the other isn't even born yet. So again, I think you have the wrong ship."
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Inara leaned down and smiled at Dewey and Angel. "We're going to play a game, all right? We're playing hide-and-go-seek, and Angel gets to hide first."
The little girl looked up at her with solemn eyes. It was completely unnerving to think that such a little girl should understand what went on around her. Inara hoped that she was simply projecting her own nerves onto Angel, but she wasn't certain.
"I'll hide, too," Dewey said. His eyes were wide, and it was clear he had no idea what was happening. But he knew that it was something wrong, and it had something to do with Angel needing to hide.
Inara looked away, her mind leading her gaze through the hull of her shuttle to the docks. She wondered how things were going, and silently prayed for everyone's safe return. When she faced the children again, she put on a bright smile.
"Okay, you can hide, too. But this is a very special game of hide-and-go-seek. I'll know where you are, and I'll come get you when the seekers go away."
She pulled a corner of her Persian-weave carpet up and located a piece of grating that came out of the floor. The original design was for storage, but no one bothered to make it terribly obvious. She had literally stumbled across it by accident when decorating. Inara lifted the grate up, and helped the two children inside. She handed them a little flashlight then eased Dewey down into the hole first, Angel second.
"All right, now I'm going to put this grate back, but I'm leaving the rug off until they come to the door. When the rug goes down, you two need to be quiet as mice so the seekers don't find you. Shi?"
They nodded.
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River felt a hot wind on her back. It was getting closer. Jayne was coming, and he was pissed. Before she heard the word come out of his mouth, River slid into a full straddle.
"Duck!"
Jayne pulled one of the smaller semi-automatics he'd strapped to himself and fired over River's head. Both Hands took their cue from River and dove to the side, dodging all bullets.
"Nin gai si," he spat.
River swung her legs around and jumped to her feet. She glanced over her shoulder. "Jayne."
"River," he greeted her in return. "Got a preference?"
With her hands still cuffed, she pointed to the stocky little Blue Hand. "Him."
"Gonna be okay without your hands free?"
"I'll be fine."
Jayne reached down to his thigh and pulled his Bowie free. "Here," he tossed it to her. "Don't die or nothin'."
"You, too." River gripped Binky's hilt and circled her opponent.
Jayne wasn't one for circling. He rushed the taller Blue Hand thinking the balding, skinny man would hardly give him a fight. Jayne reached out for the lapel of his jacket at the same time he pulled back to hit, but the Hand whirled away and spun into a kick. Jayne bent in half, the wind knocked out of him. A sharp chop came down on the back of his neck and toppled Jayne to the floor.
Okay, didn't see that coming, he thought.
Jayne rolled to his back. He grabbed the foot aimed where his head used to be, and twisted. The Hand lost his balance and went sprawling, but managed to aim another kick at Jayne's face. Jayne blocked, and rolled to his knees.
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Langston was clattering away on his keyboard at a pace that amazed Kaylee. She followed his directions on her side of the wave, but knew that he was doing the bulk of the work. He was just better at this stuff than she was.
"All right…a-hah! Take that, you fascist slimeballs."
"What'd'ja do?" Kaylee asked.
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Dewey wrapped his arms around Angel's shoulders. It was dark in that hole even though there was light from outside and he had the flashlight. It was too much like in his room with all the smoke and hot filling in.
Aunt Inara—he called her that because Angel called her that, and no one corrected him—knelt by the grating, and slid her fingers through. It was a little comforting to know that things could come in and go out of the grates. She smiled down at them, but it wasn't her happy smile.
"You two are doing so well," she said. "This will all be over soon."
Dewey wanted his Mommy. He wanted his Daddy. He wanted Aunt Zoë.
Angel sniffled. "Want Mumma."
He squeezed her tighter. "It's okay. I'll protect you."
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The leading Fed stepped right up into Simon's face, his own in a hard scowl. "Look! I have orders, and I'm not about to let some gao-tsau de kidnappers walk with a kid that never done a thing to nobody! They told me check your ship, I'm checking it, dong ma?"
Simon opened his mouth, but a shrill ring cut him off. He and the Fed turned back to look at one of the other men. He pulled a com-link out and listened for a moment. The young Fed looked guiltily at his commanding officer.
"Um, sir?"
"What is it?"
"Sir, command just radioed in. The little girl that was kidnapped was returned. Apparently it was a skiff-theft gone wrong. Squad over on the east side found them and rescued the girl. This transport's clear."
Simon fought to keep his face blank. He had no idea how Kaylee did it, but they were off the hook. The Fed looked down at him, and fleered. Simon smiled back.
"Guess you're clear."
"Apparently."
"I know you're hiding something, though."
"Nothing you have a warrant to look for. Have a nice day, officers. I'm truly glad to hear that the child was returned unharmed."
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"Cap, Zoë, come on back to the ship," Kaylee said over the com.
Mal left off looking for a way around the guards, and hunched back against the corner he was pressed up against. "Little Kaylee, have you caught the space dementia? We ain't done here."
"I got us some inside help, don't worry. Just get back here so we can take off."
Mal looked at the government ship, back at the direction of the Blue Sun warehouse, ship, warehouse, ship. He threw up his hands, and hoofed it back the way he came.
"Sir, my area's clear, but you might want to head up to the other roof. Jayne left Vera when he went in to help River."
"He left Vera?" Mal asked.
"Oh!" Kaylee squealed. "It's true love!"
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Langston tapped into the locking orders on the dock and found an interesting code intertwined with the encryption on the locking sequence.
"Um, Kaylee. Perhaps I'm wrong, but wouldn't that be part of a firefly's maker code?"
Kaylee looked at the portion of code he highlighted. She checked it against the stamped plating on the consol, and damned if it wasn't a match. "Yep. That's our number."
"Huh. Okay." Two seconds later, Langston cracked into the system, and a vid message popped up baring the Operative's face.
"Knowing the crew of Serenity, you will surely need this at some point. The override sequence is your serial number."
Kaylee typed in Z47 09 3156 B47. She and Langston waited with strained breath. The screen read "Landlock Lifted," and they both sighed.
"Welp, looks like my job here is done."
"Thank you so much," Kaylee said. "I never woulda been able to do this without you."
"Oh, I'm sure you could, just not as fast." He grinned. "Take care now, and thanks for the tip about Blue Sun. We'll see who the crackpots are now!"
His screen went blank. Kaylee smiled and settle back in her seat.
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River traded blows with Blue Hand Two at a speed that would have confounded most fighters. Every jab was met with a block, every kick with a parry. Jayne's Bowie knife was knocked out of her hands. They each landed a few hits, but nothing that disabled either of them. She needed this over.
The Blue Hand broke away from her. He wiped blood from his split lip with a look of disgust. He glared at her. "Eta koo—"
River landed a roundhouse on his face, and was rewarded with a pop of his jawbone dislocating. "A shorter safe word would be more expedient."
A gunshot pealed and echoed. River focused passed it, intent on her opponent, but the man jerked to a shaky stop. He looked over at Jayne who got to his feet, rubbing his neck, with a Derringer in his hand. The taller Hand lay on the floor in a widening puddle of blood and thicker things, the top of his head blown off.
For a moment, River hoped that once one was dead, the other would automatically fall, but no. The shorter Hand's face contorted. He yelled through his twisted jaw, and turned to River once again. His fist backhanded her to the floor, and he followed her down, sitting on her back, his elbow around her throat. He squeezed.
River could hear Jayne's boots, but he wouldn't get to her fast enough. The Blue Hand was beyond his orders to restrain and return to maker. He was going to snap her neck. She wiggled her chin down into his arm so she could breathe, propped his arm up with her cuffed hands, and sunk her teeth into his flesh. He bellowed, and it was enough distraction for Jayne to come up behind and drive the butt of the Derringer into his head.
The Hand released his hold as he fell to the side. River rolled from under him, and spun on her back to aim a kick into his face with a satisfying crunch. Blood poured from his nostrils. River saw Jayne raise his gun, but she stopped him.
"Told you, he's mine."
"Sorry." He lowered the gun. "You go ahead an' finish. Lemme know when you're through."
Jayne went to get his knife. The Blue Hand started to get up, but River kicked him down. She drove her foot into him again and again. Head, stomach, groin, over and over. When she knew he wasn't getting up, she retrieved the sonic rod. It automatically deactivated when pressure was released from the extender button. She carried it back to the man curled on the floor, and turned it on. Just because she broke his jaw didn't mean he didn't scream as his tender blood vessels burst.
River released the button before he died. She bent at the waist, and said, "Not much fun, is it?"
She looked over her shoulder at Jayne. "Gun, please."
He handed her the Derringer. River pointed and fired three times into the Blue Hand's face. When she was done, he didn't have a head.
"Third time's the charm."
Jayne walked up to her side and looked down at the mess she made with a grim smile on his face. "Nice work."
River bent down and searched through the headless corpse's pockets until she found the keys. She handed them to Jayne and held her hands up for him to release. He unlocked her, and they smiled at each other over the click of the lock catching.
"Déjà vu," she said.
"Just like," he agreed. "All right, let's get the hell outta here."
"One more thing." She went to both bodies, pulled off their gloves to reveal pale human hands beneath. She dipped them in some of the pooling blood, and wrote on the concrete floor: NEVER AGAIN—R. TAM. She stuffed the used gloves in the mouth of the agent with most of his head still intact. "Now we can go."
They kept close to barrels and equipment for cover as they made their way to the gate and onto the street. Jayne dug the earwig out of his pocket and put it back in.
"Mal? You there?"
"Nice to hear from you," the Captain snapped. "Just what the hell did you think you were doin'? We had a plan."
Jayne rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Whatever. Look, we're out. I n—"
"I know. I'm up here gettin' Vera for ya."
Jayne looked up at the warehouse he was supposed to be on top of, and saw a shape up there dismantling his favorite gun. The shape stopped to wave, and Jayne frowned.
"Be careful with her."
River tugged on his arm. She whispered, "You left Vera?"
"I was distracted," he grumbled. Then, to Mal, "Where's Zoë? Don't see her."
"Her job's done.She went on back to the ship. Kaylee called in the cavalry. I'll meet you back onboard. Just let's get everyone home, shall we?"
"Fine by me," Jayne agreed. "Over an' out."
He grabbed River's hand. "It's supposed to be over, but let's take the back way just to be sure."
She nodded, and followed him through the alleys back to the docks and home.
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Simon bounded up the stairs to Inara's shuttle, and knocked. Inara's voice called from inside, "Who is it?"
"It's Simon," he panted. "We're clear."
He heard shuffling around inside, and knew she was getting the kids out of hiding. He trusted her to keep them until River and Zoë got back, so he went up to the bridge to see how his wife was doing.
"Kaylee?"
"Simon?" She swiveled around in the pilot's chair. "Bao bei. How we doin'?"
"The Feds are gone," he said, and pulled her to her feet and into a tight hug. "I don't know what you did, but they left. You are a genius."
She blushed. "Wish I could claim it, but I had a lot of help." He frowned. "You see, I couldn't get into the system, and I remembered that you had that contact number for that Garcia fella, so I waved him, an' he patched me through to Langston. It was him that managed to get into all the really tricky spots. I just typed in some codes an' did what he told me to."
He smiled at her. "Either way, you're still my hero." He kissed her, but turned serious when he pulled away. "Is there any word from the ground?"
"Jayne an' River are headed back now. They didn't say if they needed doctorin'. Zoë should be here any minute. Mal went to get Vera 'cause Jayne left 'er up on a roof when he went into the warehouse to help your sister—isn't that sweet?"
"Oh, yes. All families should have a mercenary in them."
"Well, the Tam's already got a doctor, a mechanic, an' a psychic. I guess fate's just fillin' in the gaps."
"Oh, har-dee-har," he said. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment. "I'm glad everyone's okay. Now you come with me to the infirmary. I want to check to make sure the baby's okay. He or she's been under a lot of stress today. It's not good for either of you."
Kaylee nodded, and put a hand over her bump. They passed Zoë on the way down the catwalk.
"They back yet?" she asked.
"Not yet. Dewey and Angel are in with Inara."
The soldier nodded. "I'm warming her up. I'll get the kids after."
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River and Jayne wove through the crowds. Luckily, there were many a stranger thing on the docks than a big man and a young woman holding hands and nearly running for a ship. They hurried aboard and headed straight up the stairs. The gentle vibrations of the engine beginning to turn made Serenity thrum before they reached the catwalk.
"I'm for the bridge," River said. "You get Angel."
He grabbed her arm before she got away, and pulled her back. He bent and kissed her. Before, River always thought of kissing like a game of tag, back and forth, give and take. But she discovered that it could occasionally be like capture the flag. When Jayne pulled back, she swayed and had to grab his arms to steady herself.
"Go on an' get us off this rock," he said. "I'll bring the little'un up to ya."
River blinked. It took her a second to reacclimate and remember what she was doing. She smiled. "Much more romantic. Well done."
He grunted, and nudged her toward the stairs. Once River was out of sight, he nodded to himself. This whole one-woman-kissing-on-the-mouth thing might be something he could get used to.
Jayne stepped up to Inara's door and banged. "Hey, it's me!"
Inara threw open the door and let him in. Before he was all the way inside, Angel rushed him. He scooped her up. She was bawling her eyes out. He shushed and rubbed her back.
Zoë ran in a second later, and Dewey threw his arms around her. He wasn't doing much better than Angel.
Inara breathed a little easier now that the children had their parents back. "They were both very brave."
Zoë looked over at Jayne. She nodded to his arm. "You're bleeding."
He looked down at the torn sleeve of his T-shirt and the blood dried in trickles from a few scratches. "Damn barbwire." Jayne kissed Angel's hair. "Come on, ni zi. Mum's up on the bridge, an' I know she wants to see ya."
Mal's voice boomed over Serenity's intercom. "We're closed up! Let's go!"
The ship shuddered as she lifted off her pad. The peace of the Black waited.
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ke-pa xiong-meng de kuan-ren—horrible, violent lunatic
wo men wan le—we're doomed
da bian hua—big change
jing tsai—brilliant
Shi—yes/affirmative/okay
Nin gai si—you all deserve death
gao-tsau de—dog-humping
ni zi—little girl
° Total self-pimp. Reference to the Serenity BDM missing scene I wrote, posted on under "Behind the Curtain."