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Part 21.
Part 22 can be found here.

Fandom: Firefly (post Serenity)
Pairing: Jayne/River
Title: Chapter 6—Deal
Part: 21/ 30 (fic)
Author: Sallycandance
Rating: not rated
Summary: in 30 steps and with varying media, we can watch Jayne and River move a little closer… and love blossoms…
Wordcount: 770
Disclaimer: The “Firefly” characters, ships and worlds do not belong to me, but to Joss Whedon. I do not make profit out of this

~~~Chapter 6—Deal~~~

It was exactly as Mal had feared it would be: a pathetic assembly of second-rate larcenists, bad food, mouldy water and, on top of all this, two men who were abusing a banjo and an accordion and who supposedly were ‘the band’. The bad feeling in his gut became an ulcer in his stomach. And was that Badger over there, talking to Vegas’ brother-in-crime Sal? This was like a rotten box of chocolates with only the crappy, half eaten ones left.
Oh hell, maybe the old bastard had a job!

While his crew were more or less enjoying themselves, Mal strode towards Badger. Sal, pirate and womanizer, had just disappeared into the masses and the Captain took the opportunity to chat Badger up. The latter faked a pleased look at seeing him, “Good night, Malcolm,” he said in his thick, self-inflicted accent, “quite the surprise seeing you in these crooked halls. How do you do.”
Mal just nodded at him, “You have business with Sal, Badger? I thought you sticked to smuggling and mugging? Or is slavery up your alley now?”
Badger’s smile widened and his expression became that of a carpet salesman who senses an opportunity for a rip-off, “I’m a businessman and this was just a customer in need of help. Say, you wouldn’t by chance be interested in a little smuggling, would you?”
“For Sal and his bloodsucker-gang? What could the cargo only be—oh, I know, don’t tell me: slaves for his mines?”
Badger shrugged innocently, “What a customer does with his cargo after the delivery, should remain private, don’t you agree? And it was merely a suggestion. As you can clearly see, Mal, there’s about a hundred other interested parties in this room.”

The Captain thought about it, then answered, “What’s the payment?”
Badger smiled the crocodile smile that showed he knew he had Mal hooked, “Let’s talk about that.” He told the Captain a digit that was large enough not to count as underpayment, but small enough not to arise suspicion.
“I wanna get paid half the payment in advance—just had some bad dealings with Vegas himself, I don’t want history to repeat itself.”
“Ah, but history constantly repeats itself. But very well, I will speak to Mr. Sal.”
“What’s the cargo?”
“You see, Sal and his crew robbed an Alliance cruiser only three days ago, and now they’re on his tail. It’s close this time. He has his ship full of ‘acquired’ vitamin supplements and nutrition bars, that he cannot deliver to the mines without compromising it’s existence to the Alliance. There’s four crates he needs to be smuggled to Deimos. A quarter of the payment in advance, the rest on delivery.”
“Half the payment in advance.”
“A third—that’s as high as I can go.”
“Deal.” Mal had a really, really bad feeling about this. But they needed money and from all the people in the room Badger was the one most trustworthy, as if that meant anything.
He accepted a scrap of glass, into which were scratched the landing coordinates on Deimos and Badger told him where he should pick up the cargo. Then Mal went looking for his crew.

He found Kaylee first, who beamed at him, took his hand and made him dance with her. Mal made a face, “That is some god-awful music, Kaylee.”
“Aw, come on, it’s not that bad. Cheer up, Captain!”
“Where’s Jayne?”
Kaylee’s smile became a wide, satisfied grin and instead of an answer, she swirled them around and nodded her head into a direction. Over at the wall, Jayne was standing with a plate in his hand, stuffing food into his mouth. That was not at all an unfamiliar sight, what was unfamiliar about it, was that River was leaning against him, eyes closed, arms round his waist. It looked as if she was asleep standing and Jayne’s left arm, the one holding the plate, the only thing keeping her from falling.
“Ain’t they just cute?”
“’Cute’ wouldn’t be the first word that comes to my mind on seeing Jayne Cobb.”
He did Kaylee the favour and danced a few more minutes with her, before he brought her back to Simon, and strode towards Jayne.

“Hey, the foods not that bad, if you scrape off that black stuff.”
“It’s mould, Jayne.”
“Still, better than the doc’s cookin’.”
“We got a new job and I need you to pick up some cargo with me, Jayne.”
“What, now?”
“Yes, now. The party is over. I suggest you bring our little pilot here back to Serenity and then meet me outside.”

~~~End of Chapter 6~~~


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 20th, 2008 02:33 pm (UTC)
why does it seem likely that something about this little transport deal will go pear-shaped?

great chapter!
Jan. 20th, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)
Probably because Mal's jobs seldom go smooth?
Jan. 20th, 2008 05:46 pm (UTC)
That might be about correct ^.^
Jan. 20th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, Mal...The poor boy never learns. The ghost of his mama needs to visit him in his sleep and slap him upside the head.
Jan. 21st, 2008 05:14 am (UTC)
Hmm, mebbe that'd help! *g*

Thanks for reading!
Jan. 21st, 2008 12:59 am (UTC)
Mal, Mal, Mal. What on this god-forsaken earth are we going to do with you? Always getting into trouble.

River + Jayne = ADORABLE.

Mal + jobs = not so good.
Jan. 21st, 2008 05:15 am (UTC)

Yeah, that about sums it up nicely! Thanks for reading!
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