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Post-Attack with Mal.

"But I'll be here when you're done..."

The first conscious thought that occurs to Captain Reynolds is that he is very cold, and that this condition might be due to the fact he has no shirt on and is lying facedown on an examination table.

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Mal quickly attempts getting up - too quickly - and immediately falls back down on the table, pain zipping through his right side.

Once it passes through Mal's head that he should look around this room he's in, he might see Simon's meticulously-ordered medical supplies throughout this sterile room.

And the person about to enter into it.

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Another small groan and Mal sits up to look at Jayne.

"Having fun yet?"

*He snorts.*

Yeah, this whole weekend's been a whirligig of joy.

"That it has."

Mal rubs his temple briefly, maybe as an attempt to stall coming up with something to say to Jayne.

"Don't know too much 'bout what happened to folk after we split up when we hit the Academy."

*A shrug*

Went okay I guess at first. That Crowley's ruttin' good with a gun.

And you know how Roland is. And River. Ain't no power in the 'verse stoppin' them once they get started.

But then we got to the office and it all went to shit.

"Not sure I'm up for you tellin' me exactly what happened. Later maybe."

"But everyone got out alright." This is probably as close as Mal will get to checking up on if Jayne got hurt.

*Jayne waves his hand in a so-so gesture.*

Crowley got his eyes tore out I guess.

But me and Ace got to the Core with a minimum of complications.

*He grins*

Like that girl. She's smart.

"Crowley got what?" Well...he's a demon. And he's come back from the dead before. Maybe having his eyes ripped out ain't that bad?

Still...ewwwww.

Changing the subject quickly, Mal returns, "You know Ace is hitched, yes?"

*For a second, Jayne looks honestly surprised and a little disappointed.

Then he scowls.*

Aww, shit.

*He looks back at his nails.*

Yeah, we ran into this guy. Dunno what he was, Mal, but he about finished Lord 'I went to space an' all I got was this gorram Ostium up my ass' right off.

Then I tried to shoot him. It. Whatever.

And Crowley took it on and we went ahead.

Mal has no earthly idea what Jayne is talking about. He attempts to hide it well.

"Seems to me that Crowley stayin' behind was the smart thing."

Mal stares at Jayne's knife, then back up at Jayne for a moment. "Glad you didn't get yourself dead. Woulda had to do something with that godawful hat o' yours."

*Jayne sits up straight again, clearly alarmed*

My ma made that hat with her hands.

Mal sobers with Jayne's reaction - now's not the time for jibing.

"Sorry, Jayne. Didn't mean nothin' by it."

*Another shrug, and he's looking at his nails again.*

River'd prolly wear it around anyway. Get it all tore up bein' crazy.

Just as well I made it back.

Mal smiles and leans back onto the table a bit.

"Yeah. Just as well. 'Sides, who'd I fight with around here without ya?"

...'Nara.

Wash.

Simon.

*All this is said in a tone that generally means 'duh'.*

Grinning, "S'pose that's true. But that's what makes livin' on Serenity fun, ain't it? Life 'n times of makin' the captain crazy?"

*He finally looks up with a little grin*

Gorram right.

And you'll forgive me if I'm feelin' a mite disappointed. Almost got to be First Mate, there.

Mal scoffs.

"Never shoot to be first mate. Always go for Cap'n. Y'know the saying - 'less you're in the lead, the view never changes."

Yeah, but I think I'd like the view a little better if it was just Zoe's back I was coverin', if you know what I mean.

Not to say you ain't got a perfectly serviceable back.

Mal beams, remembering why he liked Jayne in the first place.

"Nice to know you got your affairs in order then. Don't tell Wash though; he might attempt to...well, prolly not beat you up, but he'd manage something."

Yeah, he might try to, I dunno. Sarcastic me to death.

*Jayne stands and stretches.*

Well. All this manly conversation has filled up my monthly quota of Home Truths.

"Can't have that then," Mal replies, stretching out again on the infirmary table.

"Go do whatever it is that you do, and let me alone for a spell, huh? You can torment me later."

Not that I'll mind.

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