we are FAMILY// jayne

[Haven Tam]

I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Haven knew that there'd be mixed emotions about her leaving. Some people uderstood and wouldn't stop her like Malcolm and worried like her parents. Tristan still had his mixed feelings but who she really wanted to talk to was her Uncle Jayne. She had always followed him around when little and had a bond with him. After visiting John to haggle a bottle of the lager from him, she went off to Jayne's bunk. Before she switched ships she knew that she'd spend some quality time with her parents and brother. Until then it was the time to spend with all her extended family.

Knocking on the door frame of his bunk, Haven stood there a moment. There were many nights her and her uncle had shared drinks and he told her stories of his past. She had gone to him when angry at her dad for being pig headed when he caught her sleeping with a passenger. Of course Jayne found it funy but it was beyond the point. She learned how to fire a gun and the best places to thrust a knife in a man from him. So majy of the rougher aspects were shown hy jis hands. Basically he had given Haven the skills needed to leave this home and join the Steamhardt. The poor colonel was probably getting an ear full from Malcolm right now.

"So I got this from thay John guy. It's piss poor but I think we each need a good buzz for one last hoorah." Plopping down on his bed, Haven began to undo the cap of the bottle. Her feet were pulled up Indian style as she took the first swig. Her face scrunched up at the bite it gave but then recovered. "Drink up. Don't worry, I'll tell pops you were the reason I got trashed again for old times sake." A smile played on her lips, hoping he understood her need to leave.

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[jayne]

Jayne had remained pretty quiet all throughout Haven’s little announcement in the galley, which wasn’t particularly unusual for him. Her leaving had come as a bit of a surprise, though he supposed he should have been expecting this. How old was she now, 22? 23? Old enough. He’d been younger than she was when he’d left home. Still, it seemed like only yesterday when this tiny thing-of-a-girl had followed him around closer even than his own shadow. Since when had he become old and sentimental?

He sat down next to her and reached for the bottle. Grabbing it by the neck, he raised it up to the light and inspected it a little more closely. He’d noticed a case of the stuff appear in their hold recently, but hadn’t really had the pleasure of meeting their new passengers. He knocked it back and swallowed couple of times before returning the bottle to its neutral position and handing it back over toward Haven. Certainly wasn’t the best stuff he’d ever had; Jayne had standards, they were just low. “I saw there’s a whole case come onboard. Wonder how good a inventory he keeps…Not that I would ever steal from a passenger,” he said with a wry smile.

“You sure you have to leave? Can't dump your dad off somewheres, and you could take his job? Think I’d rather have you cuttin’ on me anyway.” He always worried a little that one of these days his constant pestering of the doctor would tip him over the edge, but he just couldn’t help himself.

[Haven Tam]

I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Haven tilted her head to the side a moment. "Yup that's John's goodies. He’s always drinking from a bottle but I figure he probably knows how many he’s got. I weaseled a bottle from him. Well sort of." While they may all be common criminals she wouldn't steal from a passenger. A fair trade was made with a bit of cash too. Taking another gulp, the second swig wasn't as awful to swallow down. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind a drinking friend. Besides, he once worked on Higgins Moon. You're favorite place." Oh Haven knew all the stories of their adventures traveling around. The fact there was a town he was worshiped at was still a riot to the girl.

Looking out in the distance a moment, she knew this would be brought up. "I need to go. I just feel...stifled here with everyone. I gotta try to find my own footing." She did feel a twinge of pain. Haven would miss her entire family but if she didn't get out on her own soon she may never get another chance to. The Steamhardt needed a medic and at least there were people there she knew and trusted. That should bring comfort to everyone but whether it did or not was different. Haven knew her parent's weren't entirely happy so at this moment she was avoiding them.

Finally the comment about her dad caught up with her. Hitting the back of her hand against Jayne’s chest, she tried to give him an evil glare. ”Hey if you keep ragging on my dad you won’t want me cutting on you. I promise I may not be so nice either.” Along with the funny stories, she knew of the tensions in the past. Haven didn’t know about Jayne trying to turn them in but she knew they had never really gotten along. It was amazing that he put up with Haven as well as he did. "Eventually you'll stop missing me. Y'all still got Tristan to amuse you. He's been a babbling fool around that one blond passenger." Usually he was tight lipped but around the girl he was hilarious. She'd miss picking on him and little Wash. Taking in more of the alcohol, she passed it back. Now she was getting a good buzz going.

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[jayne]

His eyebrows rose at that interesting bit of news. “A mudder on Serenity…Hmph…can’t imagine why anyone would want off Higgins Moon,” he added sarcastically. He was momentarily surprised and thankful that they didn’t get tourists wanting to fly with the “Hero of Canton.” While the worshipping from the mudders still made him a little uncomfortable, he’d come to terms with it for the most part. It was hard not to feel a little obligated to live up the legend of “the man they called Jayne.” Although he’d been the inspiration for the legend, he knew he was not that man—he never could be.

He pretended to glare at her as she smacked him in the chest, though he supposed he did deserve it. That was why it was a pretend glare, that and he didn’t really know how to be angry with the girl. The thought of watching Tristan being a fool in front of some woman did help to lifts his spirits a little. “I’ll try t’distract m’self, and I promise I won’t pick on Simon, no more’n usual anyway. He paused for a moment, then continued a more serious, more honest tone. I get it. You leavin’ an’ all, I do. But you get yerself in trouble ain't no shame in callin' uncle Jayne and aunt Vera. Dohn-ma?” He took another long swig of the bottle.

Looking over at the wall behind them, he pulled down the cloth that covered up his guns, and regarded them briefly before reaching for one of the smaller revolvers. It should suit her needs well enough, and could be easily concealed. He grabbed it by the barrel and offered it over to Haven. It was one of the guns that he’d taught her to shoot on, and she’d been pretty good with it, as he’d remembered. If he couldn’t have his entire arsenal out protecting her, he would at least feel better knowing that a small part of it was there with her. The Steamhardt’s crew was young, and in all likelihood they would be making their share of mistakes. It was their right, and mistakes had to happen, but he didn’t want to think of any harm coming to her. “You know’s well as anyone it’s a dangerous ‘verse. Won’t no one go hesitatin’ on account of you bein’ the medic.”

[Haven Tam]

I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Haven nodded as she shifted positions around. ”Well I don’t think that he’s a born mudder. Seems like he went there and then left.” She eyed Jayne before giggling. ”Um I don’t get the feelin’ he’s a big fan of yours. Want to change that opinion?” Haven thought it’d be beyond hilarious to introduce them. There was a giant statue of Jayne in that town and also not many men were named Jayne to begin with. It wouldn’t take long for things to click. The trick would be for the girl to catch them both drunk to introduce the men. If she was around long enough to watch that encounter. They were about five or six days out from Persephone, so hopefully she’d have a lot of time with people around the ship. Family and the new passengers alike.

Haven knew her dad was surprised with the bond that Haven had formed with Jayne. Their little rivalry of sorts added to the fun of things. Both her dad and Jayne ragged on one another, leaving Haven to pick on both of them about it. ”Well if I give ya’ permission to pick on him I have to give him the same. Just no drawn blood.” Her eyes sparkled in a mixture of the alcohol and good memories. A lot more photos would have to be taken. Turning up half her lips in a smile mixed with a grimace she nodded. ”Yeah well can’t do much if I get caught or dead. Always risks to happen that you and your only love can’t help with.” She wasn’t worried but it was highly amusing to tease everyone about the fact they wouldn’t be their to protect the “little girl”. She was alone this point out.

When he moved to his special wall, Haven moved forward. Reaching out for the hunk of metal, she turned it over in her hands. She knew it well as she learned to shoot with it. Boy did her dad’s head spin when she found out. Flipping it around, she held onto the handle and pointed it straight ahead. Yup, it still felt like an extension of her arm. ”Ah Uncle Jayne being all mushy and looking out for his little niece.” Saddness filled her a moment as she set the gun aside. Moving towards the man, she curled under his arm and hugged around his waist. ”I’ll write ok? And send waves when able. Until then I needabetter buzz going. And want to hear another one of your wild tales for ol’ times sake.” Staying there for a moment, he wasn’t one to ever show that kind of affection first. But her loving side she got from her mother was deep within her. She couldn’t help but try and trap him in hugs and do other “mushy” things to irritate him. It was another thing she enjoyed on the long list that she has.

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[jayne]

He was fairly relieved that their new passenger wasn’t a born mudder. He wasn’t sure that he cold take the blind adoration. He nodded at her stipulation about not drawing any blood with Simon; he supposed he could limit himself to petty bickering and harassment. And hell, now the Haven was leaving he wouldn’t have to feel bad about “reorganizing” the infirmary.

Jayne made a gruff grunt of a noise. “If by mushy you’re meanin’ to say I’m all tough an’ manly like, then yeah, I reckon I am.” He looked down to where she’d cuddled up close to him with an almost disgusted look on his face. Still, he somewhat awkwardly put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a pat on the back. So maybe he did love her about as much as he could love anyone, so maybe she might be the closest thing he would ever have to a daughter barring some cosmic joke the ‘verse might someday play on him; that was no excuse for being mushy. He hadn’t had that much to drink yet. It was fairly common knowledge on this ship that he was a very happy, very friendly drunk.

“You know I ain’t much good for writin’, but I’ve gotten better on account o’ you. Hell, you was readin’ and writin’ better’n me when you was just a tiny thing,” he said, shaking his head. While most people liked kids more when they were tiny and cute, he was glad that Haven was old enough to be a real person that he could drink with and not have to watch his mouth around. Of course he’d never really been too good at censoring himself, even when her parents were around. Especially when her parents were around.

Lets see…another wild tale,” he tilted his head to the side and took several sips from the bottle as he spoke. “There was one time…”

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[Haven Tam]

I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Haven knew shenanigans would be pulled between her pseudo uncle and father. There was no way she could stop it and neither could her brother. Touching them in any way would be a problem. And he wasn't one who would really yell at them either. Her mother would just roll her eyes until Malcolm came around. Oh little things she would miss seeing. Once she found her niche in the new crew things would be easier on her. Day by day her feelings of longing for her family would diminish until they could be dealt with. She'd never stop missing her family but if she could get to the point of handling it then things would be fine. Besides there had to be somebody there who understood where she was coming from. Right?

Haven's eyes turned to slips before rolling. Per usual she was the soft emotion one like her mom. She knew Jayne was a hard ass but liked to try and soften him. It hadn't worked in the twenty some odd years she'd be around. But there was only so much longer she could be cuddly with people. "Yes don't worry. Your reputation as being a hard ass and cold hearted man when sober continues. I promise not to tell lies to every woman out there I meet." Haven always had a disgusted shiver that went threw her before her face scrunched up again. At least it was already in place for when she pulled the drink in. When her lips went numb she knew she was good and drunk. Not there yet but the red cheeks and fuzzy head was a good indication she was on her way. Cheap alcohol always seemed best for a really good night.

Haven frowned. "True so I'll write and when I wave we can catch up then. Compromising right?" Not like Jayne would have much to say. She knew he either kept to his bunk, the galley or working out in the cargo bay. One of those areas was rather unsafe for him to be though. Arabella ran the kitchen fairly tightly and got up people's butts if they messed with things too much. It was rather funny when she herself had burnt some food and the girl came running in. Haven probably shouldn't have laughed so hard but it was hilarious to watch Arabella muttering under her breath in frustration. Breakfast and dinner time it was best to avoid that area. She had learned quickly but others may not have yet. Hopefully someone got a pan to the head sometime though it probably wouldn't happen.

Laying on her back, Haven scooted until her butt hit the wall the bunk was against. Her feet slide up until her legs were flat on the wall. Whenever Haven took a drink she pushed her upper body up so she didn't choke. Right then that felt very comfy as she listened to Jayne talk. Things would get more interesting as the bottle neared the bottom. Pranks may happen....oh everyone else should beware when Haven and Jayne drank together.

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