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[simon_doctor]

It's midmorning in Logan City on Praxed -- early afternoon, ship's time -- when Serenity touches down at the spacedocks. There's supplies to take on, and cargo to unload ... and two members of the crew to go ashore.

Simon and Kaylee are standing by the gangplank, next to the float pallet bearing their luggage. They've put in a call for a rental skimmer; it should be here sometime in the next twenty minutes.

This isn't goodbye forever. But it's still goodbye.

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[gonna_live]

"I give what I get." Kaylee doesn't look too impressed with Jayne's sulking. "Bye."

[swinging-cod.livejournal.com]

"Be real sorry for that middle of the night tonight when you start pinin' for me," Jayne opines.

And then, abruptly very serious: "You get sick of this chŭnrén, you let me know, you hear?"

Does he mean: let me know, and I will take him out for you in a way that, while probably traceable because I am not all that good at covering my tracks, will at least not be traceable back to you?

Or: let me know, and we can have hot monkey sex all night long?

The world may never know! But the heart of the offer is the same: don't forget, if you're in trouble, there's people to call on.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee gives him a distinctly wary look.

"You tryin' to be sweet or somethin'?"

Kaylee thinks Jayne's efforts at being nice lack a certain je ne sais quois.

[swinging-cod.livejournal.com]

Kaylee gets a noncommittal grunt in response.

Jayne is a man of mystery.

[gonna_live]

She pats him on the shoulder. "Well. You take care of yourself. I mean it."

[swinging-cod.livejournal.com]

"Got on fine before we had a doc to patch us up," rumbles Jayne.

(He will be singing a different tune first time he gets shot in the shoulder.)

[gonna_live]

Kaylee nearly bites through her tongue.

"Just make sure you stay fine. That's all I'm sayin'."

[swinging-cod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well. You do the same."