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Premonitions

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Part 18 of the 30 steps saga.
The next part can be found here.

Fandom: Firefly (post Serenity)
Pairing: Jayne/River
Title: Chapter 3—Premonitions
Part:18/ 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: 776
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 3—Premonitions~~~

Chess lasted a very long time, and afterwards River assorted her wardrobe and cleaned her gun. The one she had bought herself and was allowed to keep as long as Simon had the ammunition locked away. Then she remembered that today was her turn to take a shower and she went to the bathroom. By then it was past midnight and mostly everybody was asleep. Simon was with Kaylee in the Sitting Area and Zoe never slept before two or three in the morning. River had gotten used to her mourning that swept the corridors during these hours.
She stepped inside the shower cabin and turned on the water. But when the first lukewarm jet hit her face, something else hit her mind. Something dark and horrible. She gasped and her hands began to tremble.

Jayne Cobb was already snoring peacefully in his bunk. A deep, dreamless sleep after a long, eventful day. He didn’t wake from the sound the hatch made when it was opened and he tried not to wake when someone shook him violently. Someone cold and wet. He opened his eyes and stared into Rivers dripping, petrified face that hung only inches above his.
“Wake up, Jayne. Wake up! Wake up, Jayne!”
“Huh? River? You ‘kay? Wassup?” he tried to sit himself up, but River was actually kneeling on his chest, nailing him to the mattress.
“You must never go into the White, Jayne! Never! You will die!”
Jayne blinked dream drunk, “S’re,” and wanted to go back to sleep again, but River placed a cold hand on his face to wake him again.
“Promise me, Jayne! Promise you won’t go into the White. Something terrible will happen to you then!”
“Yeah. S’re. Pr’mis’d.”
She finally climbed down from him, satisfied. “Goodnight, Jayne.”
“G’night, sweeth’rt.” mumbling this, he rolled over and went back to sleep again. Reassured that she had done the right thing, River went back into her own room, leaving tiny droplets of water in the corridors.

The next morning, Jayne awoke from a somewhat disturbing and realistic dream. He really should stop having dreams about River, or else the girl might find out about those one day. Although this one had been slightly different. She had told him to do something, no, to not do something. She had been cold and wet and naked. Surely that must have been just a dream. He shrugged the memory off and went to breakfast.

Mal set a course for Hydra this morning and, when River was awake, let her take over the pilot’s position. He had a funny feeling in his stomach, but surely that was just his breakfast acting up. He shouldn’t have eaten that third plate. And anyway, he always had a funny feeling when it came to the Gathering. It was just wrong to assemble more than two petty crooks in one place at a time.

This year’s Gathering was to be held under the cover of a high society event and Kaylee was in her room, trying on one of the two dresses she could wear. She held up a simple green one in front of her otherwise half-naked body and took a deep look into her mirror, i.e. Simon. The latter was seated on her bed and said for the fourth time, “I think this one looks lovely, Kaylee, really it does.”
“But I so like the pink one.”
“The pink dress is nice, too.”
“But you prefer the green one?”
“I definitely do.”
Her face changed to disappointment, “You hate my pink dress.”
Several alarm-bells rang inside the doctor’s head. He put up a soothing hand. “I don’t hate your pink dress, it’s… nice. Only the green dress,” he desperately searched for words, “brings out the colour in your eyes.” He smiled vaguely, assured that this must have been the right answer. Kaylee just stared at him. “I’ll go ask Inara.”

The aforementioned was in her shuttle, tidying up. There would be no possible customers on Hydra for her (none that she was willing to take that is, and she was not planning on attending the ‘Gathering’), so she used the spare time for cleaning. She had a not at all good feeling about it, but she seldom had good feelings about Malcom Reynolds’ plans of action, so she brushed the dark clouds in her mind away. Besides, Kaylee was so looking forward to it and Inara didn’t want to spoil her fun.
When the mechanic came for advice, Inara told her how beautiful the pink dress was, but that the green one did indeed bring out the colour in her eyes better.

~~~End of Chapter 3~~~

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rbingham2000
Jan. 17th, 2008 06:55 am (UTC)
Ooooooh...ominous much?
sallycandance
Jan. 18th, 2008 05:22 am (UTC)
*gg*
jonchiz67
Jan. 17th, 2008 06:59 am (UTC)
lol - at Kaylee unable to decide which dress to wear to a gathering of crooks.
sallycandance
Jan. 18th, 2008 05:22 am (UTC)
Heehee--she's just like this ^.^
kinkerbelle13
Jan. 17th, 2008 11:30 am (UTC)
I like the idea of a big gathering of criminals. It seems... idk FUN. I think the following chapters are gonna be damn interesting. Good work.
sallycandance
Jan. 18th, 2008 05:22 am (UTC)
Thank you! And thanks for commenting! I'm glad you like it.
crazywriterchic
Jan. 17th, 2008 10:02 pm (UTC)
Wow, everybody's spidy senses are going off!
sallycandance
Jan. 18th, 2008 05:23 am (UTC)
Yeah, you can almost see those little wavy 'spider-sense' lines forming around their heads *gg*
fabledfigment
Jan. 17th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
Poor Simon. Has to tread so carefully.
sallycandance
Jan. 18th, 2008 05:24 am (UTC)
Ah, I think he's doing just fine. Kaylee does love him!

Thanks for reading!
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