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Ain't No Sunshine	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: 1 through F > Firefly Views: 2640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ain't No Sunshine
- 2-Chapter Two
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Title:
Ain't No Sunshine

Rating:
M

Disclaimer:
I don't own anybody but anybody you don't recognize

Summary:
Love triangle of sorts with someone from Mal's past coming back to
want... that can't be right.

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“Well,
that went easier'n a three dollar whore,” Jayne Cobb was used
to being thought a pig, so it didn't phase him much when the rest of
the crew either didn't respond or rolled their eyes. He laughed
happily, swilling his over-priced beer and thinking of what he was
gonna do with his cut of the loot. He'd send Ma about a quarter this
time. More'n usual, but he was getting' more'n usual so it evened
out.

“I'm
gorram happy to be getting' that Lassiter off my ship, that's for
sure.” Malcolm Reynolds took a bite of his fried chicken and
chewed thoughtfully. It'd been a long time since he'd been back to
this planet. Not since the war, anyway. The war and-

“The
last time we were in this place it was a piece of go-se bar with two
tables, piss flavored beer, and we're not even going to get into the
food,” Zoe took an appreciative bite of her cornbread. “Seems
unification agrees with Dixie more than they thought it would.”

Mal
grunted, “This whole place's gone prettified.”

Kaylee
leaned forward eagerly, picking at her sweater and glad to have a
reason to step out of her role as ship's mechanic for a while,
“What'd the place used to look like, Cap'?”

“Well,
this fancy restaurant used to be a hole-in-the-wall bar for the field
hands on pay day.”

“That
pretty church we passed comin' in with the gold and the stained glass
used to be the garrison,” Zoe supplied. “And none of
this other stuff was here.”

“Planters realized there was money to be had, started buyin'
up second houses and such near where the merchants were settin' up
shop to show off their cash,” Mal took a bitter bite of his
chicken and chased it with a swig of beer.

“So a one horse town turns into a big ole city when the rich
folks decide to show off and the tourists decide to put down
roots.”
“S'even got it's own whore district.”

“Guess where Jayne's goin' after dinner,” Zoe's husband
Wash muttered under his breath.

“Aids the digestion,” Jayne winked, “Ain't that
right, 'Nara?”

“I”m sure I don't know what you mean,” The
companion sniffed.

Jayne laughed lasciviously, “My foot, woman, you was busier'n
we was this trip.”

“It's true, I did have a few Clients this trip-”

“Now
we know Dixie's not
the backwater it used to be, Zoe,” Mal interjected.

“But,” Inara shot a heated glance at the captain, “being
a companion is considerably different than a common whore on the
Tenderloin.”

“How so?” Mal's tone challenged and he ignored the
waiter bringing the check, “So far, only difference I see's the
clothes.”

“Well,
for example,” Inara rose gracefully and placed a few credits
next to her still-heaping plate, “You
could never afford me. Even after the money from fencing that
antique.” She was gone in a swirl of silk and Mal cursed
colorfully in Chinese.

“That was fun,” Jayne reached for Inara's untouched
plate and dug in.

“You
really are a rutting
ape, aren't you?” Doctor Simon Tam looked disgustedly at the
mercenary and wondered again what the man's purpose in life must be.

“To many nutrients to gift the dispensary when it expects
halves and thirds,” River Tam supplied helpfully to her
brother, swiping the roll from the plate before Jayne could claim it.

“What'd she say?” Mal asked, reaching for credits and
not really paying attention.

“Waste not, want not,” River translated herself and took
an overly large bite of the bread.

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“Don't
touch me, Clayton
Butler!”

“Now you listen here, you little whore, I”m takin'
what's mine and you bein' willin' don't really matter much a'tall,”
Clay Butler's handsome face leered and the woman side stepped. They
were in the pretty Front Street house- his now after his father's
death- and their voices bounced off the vaulted ceilings.

She brandished the wickedly sharp letter opener from his father's
desk in his face. He glared. Her eyes flicked through the foyer,
trying to find means of escape. She feinted left, then took off
right, but her yards of skirt and corset hampered her and she
tripped.

“Get
your hands off me!
Clay, please!”

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“Well, that was damn near the best meal I've had this side of
the 'verse,” Jayne rubbed his hand down his belly and belched
loudly.

“Glad you enjoyed it, s'gonna be the last real food we have
for a while.”

“Oh, come on, Cap' maybe we can get some extra supplies- I saw
a grocer at the end of the street,” Kaylee was already trying
to dissect the secret ingredient to the cherry cobbler.

“No. Soon's I can remember how to get back to the sip we're
leavin'.” Mal stopped in front of a house so full of stained
glass it fair glittered and looked down both directions of Front
Street. “I never much cared for this gorram planet.”

“S'not how I remember it, sir,” Zoe slid her hand easily
into Wash's back pocket. “We came from that way.”

“Yeah, but we was lost then too. Seems t'me a drunk midget
designed these-” Mal was cut off by a sound that shook the
windows of damn near every house of the street. He turned like
everyone else.

The big oak doors were opened and a woman stood silhouetted and
shaking at the top of the front steps. She was breathing heavy and at
first she stumbled, but then she was running down the stairs and
straight into a very surprised wall of mercenary.

Mal's mind ticked away quick details about the woman Jayne had to
grab to keep from falling. She was pretty but her lip was bloody and
her eye was swollen. The black velvet dress was expensive and hung
ripped open to her waist. She was holding a silver letter opener in
her hand. Her breasts nearly heaved over the lilac brocade of the
corset. His mind clicked into place, “Liandra?”

Her
attention was focused so entirely on Jayne it was like she was blind.
Her voice was urgent, shaking but strong and it left no room for
argument. “You have to help me.
He'll kill me.”

“Liandra
you whoring slut of a social climbing bitch!”

She gasped, nearly clawing her way up Jayne's chest. And then she
surrendered to the blackness.

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“Actually, there's nothing here to make me think she's
experienced any kind of trauma before today.”

“Did he...?”

“She's hurt pretty bad. I've staunched bleeding and staved
infections but there's some rippage and-”

“Well
I wanna know what that gou cao de thought he was
doing!”
“I've never seen anybody hurt that bad down
th-”

“Don't
worry, Little Kaylee, he won't be hurtin' nobody any time soon.”

“Jayne
I didn't know you could fight like that with a coupla hundred
pounds'n your arms.”

“Aw'
she don' weigh more'n one-ten soakin' wet. S'that feng le dress
that's a pain in the-”

“Well
I think it's best she stay with me-”

“You
think that's a good idea, Mal?”

“Zoe,
I'm the captain and-”

“She
fell inta me, she should stay
with me.”

“I see I missed an interesting time.”

“Howdy, Shepherd!”

“Eyes go from black and cold to technicolor confusion.”

“I see you picked up another stray.”
“Inara!
When'd you get back?”

“Where're my clothes, please?”

Everything stopped.
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