Title: Moonbrain
Moonbrain, she's called by some. They don't know, no one knows what her brain is, or can do. She didn't lie when she told Jayne she could kill him. Not that she would. Not now she knows what the strange muttering from inside her head means. It felt wrong at first. A wrong little tickle at the back of her mind. Behind her eyes she Jayne. Jayne lying helpless on the bed in sick bay, with Simon carefully mending him. Jayne swinging his gun with one arm, and holding her with the other. Lying down under Jayne, arching up, wet and wanting. The things she sees don't always make sense, but it doesn't take long before she works out what that means. It's sad though: because behind Jayne's eyes there's nothing much a person would want to see. Killing men and fucking whores. That's all that's there. No treasured fantasies, no hidden depths. He kills and fucks, and what little conscience he has is soon overwhelmed by greed or lust or whatever new shiny catches his eye. She might be the brightest thing in her brother's life, but she'll never shine strong enough for Jayne. Jayne just can't see the light at that wavelength. He only sees the glitter and the gaudy sparkle of such as Inara and her like. Little twinkling stars, too far away to touch. Such a waste to stare at stars when the moonlight is so pretty.
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