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bookaddict43Title: Echoes
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Jayne/Kaylee, Crew
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Firefly and all it’s characters are the property of Joss Whedon.
Word count: 300 (triple drabble)
Warning: Character death (implied)
Comments: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
summerofjaylee and firefly100, prompt: miss
The silence echoed. He kept expecting her to appear and start talkin’.
Kaylee was all kinds of shiny and gave off this happy glow. She ran round with the crazy girl, playin’ rowdy games. Her and Wash spent hours bangin’ away at wires and bits of the ship. Her and Nara did all kinds of girly things together, she joked with Shepherd Book and Zoë, kissed the Captain and even got rutting Simon to smile.
Jayne’s girl always talked a lot. She talked when she was happy and when she was worried. She talked when things was tense and during every meal he’d ever shared with her. She talked durin’ sexin’, and while she was cookin’ and to everybody she met. She talked to the gorramn engine and to the ship and to him every chance she got. He never thought he’d miss it.
But it weren’t just the talkin’, even in those rare times when Kaylee was bein’ quiet, ya knew she was there.
Jayne needed her; needed her there with him, talkin’, cryin’, laughin’ and lovin’. He’d gotten used to her bein’ around; got used to her pretty lights, music and clothes and tools everywhere.
She looked after him, even when he didn’t need it; and treated him like he was special. He was always expectin’ her to appear and fuss over and hug him like he was some little boy in need of comfort.
But she weren’t gonna come. The music went, the pretty lights dimmed, her clothes were packed away and her tools hidden under his bunk (no-one else was gonna work with them). The new mechanic didn’t talk to the engine or anyone else. Wash worked by hisself now and the crazy girl didn’t hardly play no more.
And Jayne - he hated the silence…
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Jayne/Kaylee, Crew
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Firefly and all it’s characters are the property of Joss Whedon.
Word count: 300 (triple drabble)
Warning: Character death (implied)
Comments: Written for
summerofjaylee and firefly100, prompt: missThe silence echoed. He kept expecting her to appear and start talkin’.
Kaylee was all kinds of shiny and gave off this happy glow. She ran round with the crazy girl, playin’ rowdy games. Her and Wash spent hours bangin’ away at wires and bits of the ship. Her and Nara did all kinds of girly things together, she joked with Shepherd Book and Zoë, kissed the Captain and even got rutting Simon to smile.
Jayne’s girl always talked a lot. She talked when she was happy and when she was worried. She talked when things was tense and during every meal he’d ever shared with her. She talked durin’ sexin’, and while she was cookin’ and to everybody she met. She talked to the gorramn engine and to the ship and to him every chance she got. He never thought he’d miss it.
But it weren’t just the talkin’, even in those rare times when Kaylee was bein’ quiet, ya knew she was there.
Jayne needed her; needed her there with him, talkin’, cryin’, laughin’ and lovin’. He’d gotten used to her bein’ around; got used to her pretty lights, music and clothes and tools everywhere.
She looked after him, even when he didn’t need it; and treated him like he was special. He was always expectin’ her to appear and fuss over and hug him like he was some little boy in need of comfort.
But she weren’t gonna come. The music went, the pretty lights dimmed, her clothes were packed away and her tools hidden under his bunk (no-one else was gonna work with them). The new mechanic didn’t talk to the engine or anyone else. Wash worked by hisself now and the crazy girl didn’t hardly play no more.
And Jayne - he hated the silence…
