Title: Breeds Contempt
pairing: Jayne, Kaylee
joss100 Set, Prompt: 1, #089. Familiar
Disclaimer: Joss owns them, I do not
Set: Post Firefly,
Summary: Familiarity breeds contempt
Notes: Okay, this is based on a very weird and sad dream. It’s only the second time I can remember dreaming of specific characters from a show as being those characters and being one of my ‘ships. (the other two was one featuring Marc Blucas as an assassin and the other was with Wash and Kaylee being a couple and me knowing them) I dream weird.
Mini-Set: Close to Home 1/15 Breeds Contempt
Kaywinnit Lee Frye weren’t the type to hate on people. Just didn’t suit her nature, not normally anyhow. But right now, she was feelin’ a mite ornery. Normally, she was all fer bein’ landlocked. But not when everyone (or near nuff, not countin’ the Cap’n, Book, Simon, or River) were gettin’ some lovin. Couldn’t even take it out on somethin’ broke in the engine room.
Ship was gettin’ her three year annual checkup and after that thing with the catalyzer, Cap’n was even more eager to get to work on it. While the ship was bein’ overhauled, crew was staying with some old contacts of Mal’s. Houses were nice, but it weren’t like being on a ship, hearing all the mechanical workings tick into place, feelin’ the throb of the engine. The familiar feel was gone, and Kaylee felt like she were walking with a limp, as if the world were tilted just a bit to the left of center.
Didn’t help any that Mal’d dropped Book, Simon, and River off at the monastary to keep ‘em hidden while they were doing the repairs. Wash and Zoe were making the best of what free time they got, and Inara’d had a client waiting for her. Didn’t leave her nobody to hang around with, ‘cept for the Cap‘n and Jayne.
So when she’d walked in on Jayne and his whore going at it in the room she’d been given to use, her normally cheerful mood snapped.
“Ain’t you got any decency, Jayne Cobb? Just goin’ at it in ‘nother girl’s bed cause it’s availible -”
“Kaylee -” Jayne jumped, as best he could with another person on top of him.
“Ain’t right, Jayne. Ain’t fair!” Kaylee was close to tears now, hefting a throw pillow at him. “Ain’t fair a you to take advantage!”
“Gorrammit, girl, what’d I do?” Jayne yelled.
She raced from the room, tears streaking down her face and not really knowing why she was so angry about it. She hardly ever yelled, and nearly never at Jayne. But something had set her off to crying, and no power in the ‘verse could stop her.