Title: G is for Grenade
Prompt by: willow_reece
Rating: PG/PG-13
Setting: post-BDM
Word Count: 249
So small and fragile to look at. Wrap his hands around and almost lose sight of the beauty.
It's still amazing to Jayne, the damage caused when the explosion occurs, but he lives for the moment, anticipates it with a nervous, excited energy he knows is somehow wrong.
Others shrink in fear from any kind of danger, hide from that which might do them harm - he's always been different, which makes him perfect for his role.
Power and grace, the arc of flight and the strike of impact, every second savoured as he watches, a smile nobody understands curving his lips.
Perhaps he is the only one that truly understands what she is, though the Captain and the Doctor know she is more weapon than girl by now.
A trigger doesn't make a gun, a graceful strike is not only a swords nature.
Jayne knows, as she knows, she is more powerful and deadly than that, more complex and yet more simple in so many ways.
She is the explosion; eyes flashing with fire, hair sweeping by faster than even the debris can.
She is the grenade in these battles they fight, and in the darkness of his bunk after.
He is the only one with hands prepared to hold her, with a body strong enough to withstand the blast when she lets go of herself, and explodes in a shower of sparks.
River; his beautiful, unpredictable, sexy, deadly, moon-brained grenade-girl, that he wouldn't change for the world.