Rating: PG/Lowest writing rating, etc.
A/N: This came to me in a burst at work today. Very short piece.
Summary: Another write out of Jayne's perspective of the last part of Serenity.
Jayne wasn’t quite sure what exactly changed his mind about the whole thing. Last he’d checked, he’d been screamin’ at Mal, poundin’ his fists, what with the crazy girl still bein’ on the ship. After her display in the maidenhead, well, he didn’t have words beyond ‘gorram’ ‘hot’ and ‘my kinda girl.’ Thoughts that scared him so much that he pretended not to have thought them and had redoubled his efforts in getting her off the ship.
But now he’d changed his mind after seein’ what’d come to be at Haven, ev’ry one dead, ‘cludin the shepherd. That’d been another nightmare added on to the list. And Miranda. Almost made him wish he’d fought in that war, coulda mebbe done somethin’ ‘bout those reavers.
And the moonbrained girl. Well she ain’t said much, but it was clear she weren’t quite as off her rocker as she had been. So he found himself slidin’ his drink over to Simon, sayin’ somethin’ so contrary to his way of life, how he viewed the ‘verse that it weren’t no use goin’ back. That he would help in gettin’ the girl’s message to the world. Even if it killed them.
He knew he was right when he got hit in the shoulder and Zoe in the back. They were all going to die for this cause. He dragged Zoe back behind the blast doors as Simon carried Kaylee and River and Inara followed. When they didn’t fully close, he knew death would come for them a little faster. He’d never been afraid to admit the Reavers scared him. Somethin’ fierce. He hadn’t counted on Simon’s standing, looking to the entrance. The idiot-top three percent, his muscular buttocks-had thought to retrieve his med kit.
Funnily, Simon’s stupidity had lead to their salvation. They all watched as River told her brother she’d take care of him and threw herself to the reavers. His first thought as the blast doors closed was that if he lived-which he doubted-he’d forever be haunted by the screaming girl dragged away by Reavers.
He didn’t say anything, not when Mal stumbled in from the elevator, not when the blast doors opened and the moonbrain-River was standing there, hardly a scratch on her. Reavers piled on top of each other, dead.
And when the wall behind her crumbled and a crowd of armored soldiers poured in, it was all he could do to raise his hands off his gun. River, though, River’s fingers tightened on her blades, and still he said nothing. He could feel it though, the awe and the desire kindling deep in his belly. This would be the girl his ma’d always dreamed he would find-that he swore he never would.