The Doctor had a
hunch. Not really based off anything in
particular, just a hunch, that he would need to know what was going on right
now between the captain and the pilot.
The gun-happy moron in front of him wasn’t likely to make that happen
any time soon, so the Doctor turned to his greatest weapon to get him to where
he needed to be. He opened his mouth.
“Having a bit of
trouble?” he asked amiably.
“Nothing you need to
concern your stupid little tie about,” Jayne assured him.
“I like my tie,” the
Doctor said, fiddling with his bowtie in a very offended manner. “Bowties are cool.”
Jayne cocked an
eyebrow. He switched to Chinese
momentarily, but only the Doctor realized.
“Big stupid pile of stinking meat....”
“Hey!” Amy snapped,
pointing a finger at him. “There’s no
call to be rude!”
Turning to her, a lascivious
smirk crossed his face. “I can show you
rude, girl....”
Rory pulled her back
and stood between her and Jayne, staring him down. Though he didn’t cut an intimidating
figure--not the way Jayne did--there was something in his glare that he’d
gotten during all the time traveling with the Doctor and all the trouble he’d
seen that made Jayne’s smirk falter just a bit.
“If you want to touch her, you’ll have to go through me. Something tells me that captain of yours
would be very upset if you did that
before he got his answers.”
Not one to back down
from a challenge, Jayne approached Rory to look him in the eye. The gun was still between them, but not
pointing at anyone in particular at the moment, since the challenge was between
the two of them. “I got lots of ways of
getting through a stupid melon-head,” more Chinese, the Doctor noted with
amusement as he edged out of Jayne’s peripheral vision, “that the captain won’t
mind a bit.”
Amy and Rory noticed
the Doctor’s subtle movement and immediately decided to keep this going as long
as possible. “Sure of that, are you?”
Amy asked defiantly.
“I think I know him
a mite better than you,” Jayne shot back, sticking his chin up with superiority.
“That’s funny,” Rory
said, exchanging a baffled look with Amy, “since it really seemed to us that he
didn’t respect you at all, and barely trusted you to get things right.”
“That ain’t true!” He lost his smirk, though, and the gun was
pointed at them again. The pair of them
backed up a step or two, and Jayne followed them, placing the Doctor firmly out
of his sight and free to sneak off after Mal.
Seizing his chance,
the Doctor started sneaking up the stairs, then paused when he saw a figure
watching him. Turning slightly, he
caught sight of River again and smiled at her, crossing his lips with a
finger. She just kept watching, but didn’t
make a sound, so he took that for assurance she wouldn’t give him away.
Up the stairs and
through the door he’d heard the captain disappear through, the Doctor looked
around and spotted a couple figures down at the end of the hall, one seated and
the other wearing the brown duster he’d seen before. Perfect!
“Who’re you?” His progress was halted by the sound of a
gun, yet again, and he held his hands out to show them empty before slowly
turning around. Zoe held her gun leveled
steadily at his chest, a wary look on her face, and a glance down the hall toward
where Wash and Mal stood.
“I’m the
Doctor. Here to help.” He smiled disarmingly. Unfortunately, disarming smiles didn’t
actually disarm people.
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