baronessekat | The firefly story I promised dicea

Sorry it took so long. Here you go.

Author: Ekat
Characters: Jayne and allusions to Anita Blake.
Written: because Dicea asked for it.

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He stood out in the darkness, a kilometer or so outside of Haven away from the crowding and bustling.

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was rip roaring ready for a fight. He needed to break something.

She betrayed him like no other woman could. That was a hurt that just wasn’t forgivable.

He found her three years ago, quietly sitting in a shop on a small outpost world in the ass-end of nowhere. She wasn’t flashy or gaudy or outgoing in anyway. But he was bored and figured what the hell, he’d pick her up and take her home. It would give him something to do for the next week or so.

He had been surprised as he got to know her. Shorter than he liked his women, but size ain’t all that matters. She had fire. She had attitude. She had balls the size of cantaloupes. As he got to know her more and more, he found he actually dreamed of her pale white skin, dark hair and sarcasm. Yeah, she was his kind of gal.

And she did cool shit. She fought monsters. Not some trumped up supervillian in a war like the Alliance and all that stuff. No real monsters. Vampires and Werewolves and shit like that. In another time, back on Earth that was. And she hung out with cool dudes. He could see himself as her buddy. The bounty hunter dude. Yeah. That’s him. Supper tough bad-ass with easy access to all the spiffy toys.

After the week of reading the first book, he had spent time in each crappy town, looking for more of the ancient books. There was a huge series of them out there and he had to find out what would happen next and how would she overcome the struggle not to become a monster herself.

That was a struggle he understood completely. That thin line between bad-ass and psycho.

One by one he found the books, managed to read them in series order even. It was his own little secret. Not that he gave a damn what the yobs that were his crew mates or those panty-waste passengers thought of him reading. They’d probably be surprised that he even could read and did so for entertainment. They probably figured he was spending all that time in his bunk jacking-off. Screw them.

He needed his time with his girl.

But then… the betrayal. After many books of great action and darkness, after one awesome book of just her and her bounty hunter buddy… she changed. WTF?

What happened to battling the boogieman? What happened to killing the creepy crawlies? What happened to bringing the dead back to walk the earth? Suddenly the slut can’t keep her legs together. She can’t go two pages without kicking up her skirts and boinking the nearest thing with something resembling a dick.

He thought she was different. But he was wrong.

Bitch.

As he stood there staring at the small bonfire that he had built, he let his anger and hurt grow. He bend down and picked up the box of books. The ones he spent close to three years collecting and trading for.

And one by one he threw them into the fire.

As he watched the last of them vanish into the flames he sighed.

Damn books were a waste of time anyway. Only rots your brain and makes you forget what it’s like to be a real man.

With that thought he turned and swaggered back to the settlement to find himself a real woman.