Even unconscious they were causing problems.

They had no sooner reached Serenity that the oldest of the three collapsed. His arms being full with the younger two Jayne was the one who had to pick her and the pack she was carrying up. Under threat of being shot if he didn’t. Unwanted or not they were still cargo, still a job, and still children.

No one was around when they boarded Serenity, this being one of the few worlds the whole crew could get out on without worrying too much about the alliance. The only sounds on the boat were their footsteps and Jayne’s grumbling about the devil child in his arms.

He wasn’t even sure if anyone on board knew how to care for children. They all looked old enough to be out of diapers but he wasn’t sure, the smallest of the ones he held in his arms was awfully small. Must be a runt or something.

Where was he going to put them anyway. They shouldn’t be unattended, that much he knew. He couldn’t put them in a passenger dorm for that reason. They were cargo but he had a feeling he’d get in a lot of trouble from the women, on the ship if he left them there. Crew quarters were out of the question at least until he found out if anyone on the ship knew how to care for them. That just left the infirmary. He should let Simon check them out anyway.

Depositing the children in the infirmary he waited for the rest of his crew to return to the ship. Jayne escaped to his room at the first opportunity leaving him alone to watch the three sleeping bits of cargo. One thought going through his head.

Children did not belong on ships.

Especially his ship.