Disclaimer: Character's do not belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox.

My first attempt at fan fiction. Be gentle, but feedback is appreciated and wanted.

Rating: Teen, just to be safe. A little swearin.

Summary: Just a little drabble from Jayne's pov.

Title: Revenge is best served cold.

If it was the last thing Jayne did in this verse, it would be to kill that gorram fancy doc. Jayne had

been angry at the Fed that shot Kaylee, which surprised him a little, since he thought he had finally convinced

himself he was not in love with the bubbly mechanic. But Zoe had stopped him from dealing with the Fed.

That ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng would get what was coming to him, Jayne was sure of that. But the anger

he felt at the Fed was nothing compared to the fury he felt at that hwoon dahn of a doc when the doc said that

he wouldn't help Kaylee unless Mal would help him run from the ruttin Alliance. Jayne looked down at the kind-

hearted mechanic. He had been shot plenty of times to know that a belly wound left untreated would be the death

of his favorite mechanic. "Hmm," Jayne thought to himself, "I like the sound of that. My mechanic."

If Mal didn't agree to help the doc, Jayne would just have to kill Mal too. But it wouldn't come to that, cause

he knew Mal felt the same way bout Little Kaylee. Well more like a little sister, but it amounted to the same thing.

So Mal gave the order to Zoe to change course and run from the Alliance cruiser. And so it fell that the gorram doc

saved Little Kaylee's life. But Jayne stored it in the back of his head that one day that huh choo-shang tza-jiao duh

tzang-huo would meet Vera, and when that happened, well, Jayne knew the doc wouldn't be walking away from it.

"What are you smiling about?" Mal asked Jayne. "I don't reckon I was smilin bout anything Capn."