Out of Time - REPOST
Monday, November 26, 2007

Post-BDM. And good for everyone who doesn't like OCs. A little standalone that wouldn't go away.


“I'm leaving, Mal.” Jayne stood in the doorway to the bridge, his bulk filling the space.

“Figured you might.”

“You give me what you owe me, and I’ll be gone next planetfall.”


“Ain't gonna get talked out of this.”

Mal turned to look at him. “Wasn't gonna try. But you’re gonna say goodbye to that little girl. Not gonna let you just walk out of her life without you doing this right.”

For a moment there was hesitation on the big man’s face, then he nodded. “Yeah. Do it right.” He turned and strode down the steps and along the corridor, dropping into his bunk.


Persephone was huge in the bridge window.

“You’re really going to let him go, sir?” Zoe asked, watching her captain make a correction.

“Not my choice. He’s decided.”

“You could order him to stay.”

“I could. Not sure he’d take much notice, nor be any good to us if he did.”

“He loves her.”

“Does he.”

“You know that’s why he’s going.”

Mal shook his head. “Shipboard romances, Zoe. Don’t end well.”

“Just because of you and Inara –“

“And you and Wash. And that little girl’s gonna get over him.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Give it time.”

Zoe stared at him, wondering when he’d got so stupid.


The ramp lowered and the smell of the Eavesdown Docks slammed into the cargo bay. Zoe looked out at the passing population, and shook her head. Some planets felt better than others, but Persephone always seemed like the bottom of the pile.

Mal walked down the stairs. “Got to see Badger, get paid.”

“Yes sir.”

“Jayne ready to go?”

“His stuff’s been waiting here for two days.” She nodded down to a large holdall and a bigger green canvas sack.

“Best tell him to move it. Want to be gone from here before nightfall, and I ain't waiting on him to drag his sorry ass off my boat.”

“He knows.” She waited for him to speak again, but there was nothing more forthcoming. With a sigh she headed up the steps to her bunk and her gun.

“Seeing me off?” Jayne said from the other side, walking slowly down.

“Nope. Ain't got no abiding urge to watch you walk away.”

Jayne almost smiled. “Figured you didn’t.”

“You talked to her?”

The big man looked down at the floor. “Don’t know what to say to her.”

Mal didn’t even glance at him. “She’s been crying her eyes out this past week. I think you at least say you’re sorry.”

“She knows it.” Jayne leaned down to pick up his bags, but as he stood straight he found himself staring into the barrel of Mal’s gun.

“Told you to talk to her. Told you once. Ain’t gonna tell you again.”

“Mal, you ain’t my captain no more.” Jayne tried to move forward, but Mal was blocking his path. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“No?” The barrel hadn’t moved an inch, but the sound of the safety being removed was loud. “Only I’m the one with the pistol trained on you, Jayne. Not the other way around.”

“Could still kill you.”

“Yeah, reckon you could. But not without getting hurt yourself, and that’d make it a deal more difficult to get another job.”

“That it would.”

“Talk to her.”

“Mal, I –“

“Gonna count to five. I know you can count that high, even if you have to use your fingers.” Mal tightened his on the trigger. “One. Two. Three. Four. Fi –“

“Okay.” Jayne dropped his bags. “I’ll talk to her. But it ain't for you.” He took a deep breath and squared his broad shoulders. “Where is she?”

“Where’d you think?”

He nodded. “Be but a minute.”

“Fine.” Mal watched the mercenary head for the common area, saw him go through past the infirmary and up the stairs towards the engine room. He let a small smile lift his lips.

“Sir?” Zoe called from the catwalk above.

“Zo, do me a favour and put these bags back in Jayne’s bunk, will you?” he asked. “They’re cluttering up the place.”

“Isn’t he leaving?”

“After Kaylee’s done with him, talking and all, I don’t think he’s gonna have the strength today. And I’m pretty damn sure if he don’t go now, he ain't never gonna go at all.”

“You’re a hwoon dahn, ain't you, sir?” Zoe said, shaking her head.

“Of the very worst kind.” Mal slipped his gun into his holster and turned back to the somewhat sordid air of Persephone. “Ain’t gonna let my mechanic be miserable, Zoe. Not when I can do something about it.”


Monday, November 26, 2007 9:41 AM


The voices, the voices. Golly, these are good -- especially Mal's. Thanks so much.

Monday, November 26, 2007 1:49 PM


This was great the first time better the second. Thanks

Monday, November 26, 2007 7:50 PM


Another one that's even better on a second read.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007 2:18 AM


Even though I've read it before the repost was a perfect excuse to read it again - and leave a comment. I call this one 'tough love'. Just want to hug Mal (but not when the safety's off his gun - LOL). Ali D :~)
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Monied Individual - Part XIX
“His name’s Jayne?”

“What’s wrong with that?” the ex-mercenary demanded from the doorway.

“Nothing, nothing! I just … I don’t think I’ve ever met a man … anyone else by that name.”

“Yeah, he’s a mystery to all of us,” Mal said. “Even his wife.”

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank's not out of the woods yet, and Mal has a conversation. Enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVIII
Jayne had told him a story once, about being on the hunt for someone who owed him something or other. He’d waited for his target for three hours in four inches of slush as the temperature dropped, and had grinned when he’d admitted to Hank that he’d had to break his feet free from the ice when he’d finished.
[Maya. Post-BDM. The Fosters show their true colours, Jayne attempts a rescue, and the others may be too late.]

Snow at Christmas
She’d seen his memories of his Ma, the Christmases when he was a boy on Shadow, even a faint echo of one before his Pa died, all still there, not diminished by his burning, glowing celebrations of now with Freya.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A seasonal one-off - enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVII
Jayne hadn’t waited, but planted a foot by the lock. The door was old, the wood solid, but little could stand against a determined Cobb boot with his full weight behind it. It burst open.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The search for Hank continues. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XVI
He slammed the door behind him, making the plates rattle on the sideboard. “It’s okay, girl, I ain't gonna hurt you.” The cook, as tradition dictated, plump and rosy cheeked with her arms covered to the elbows in flour, but with a gypsy voluptuousness, picked up a rolling pin.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Kaylee finds the problem with Serenity, and Jayne starts his quest. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XV
“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XIV
This wasn’t how an ex-companion did things. Perhaps she’d been hanging around a certain Firefly captain for too long. He listened at keyholes as if it were a competitive sport.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The crew go to the Spring Lights Procession, Mal gives some good news, and Sir Warwick puts in another cameo. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XIII
“It’s a family tradition, Mal.” Eugenia patted his hand. “No matter who marries into us, whatever their name, the moment they say ‘I do’ they become Rostovs. So you are Malcolm Rostov. It has a fine ring to it, don’t you think?”

[Maya. Post-BDM. A chapter of Mal and Freya, and a small revelation from Eugenia Rostov. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XII
Hank had to shake his head. In this day and age, when the entire output of every quill, pen and two-fingered monkey thumping on a keyboard was available on the Cortex, this statement of wealth and power was way over the top. He loved the feel of paper himself, turning the pages to get to the next twist, scanning the print to try and guess the next turn, but even his collection wouldn’t fill more than a shelf here.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank thinks about Zoe, Zoe thinks about Hank, while Freya and Mal have lunch. Read, enjoy, review!]