trans_9 | The Battle That Ended The Century

Men will be men. Kaylee knows to leave well enough alone, because otherwise the questioning will just turn back on her. She really doesn't need another person worrying over her, even if she is worrying over him.

"She gets a bit bumpy, is all." She's already got her own lap belt on, and glances back at him, mouth open to continue, but the nearby explosion rocks the tank enough that she doesn't bother. Instead, she turns back to the controls, eager to leave before another hits even closer, before it hits them.

The tank certainly isn't the smoothest thing in the world, but it's sturdy, and decently quick thanks to a few wiring and tubing tricks.

Don't get Jamie wrong - he is still worrying over her. He's just not saying anything about it at the moment, making it a temporary understanding in the 'checking on each others wounds' department. He's about to prompt Kaylee to continue with whatever it was she was going to say when the shell hits and the tank begins to move.

Another shell follows close behind the first, this one with much better targeting. It's the tank's quickness (coupled with the slight head-start) that gets them out of range before they can actually be hit.

It only takes about a minute or so of being jostled around before Jamie decides that buckling himself in is indeed a good plan - and does so with alacrity. "I don't suppose ye got the weapons system up and running on this, did ye?"

He'd feel a lot better about being a passenger if he was able to do something.

It really is the blessing of a head start that gets them out of the way. The ground is muddy, slippery, and Kaylee is beyond thankful for the tank's treads. Bumpy ride, yes, but at least they aren't sliding out of control.

Kaylee barely makes out that Jamie is asking her something, and only lets a part of her attention drift to answer him.

"There're weapons of some sort," she says, motioning at one of the panels. "Don't know how good of shape they're in, though. Ain't...really one for fightin'." Or shooting. Violence of any kind, really. "You can try it out, though. Billy did some work on resettin' stuff, so we might get somethin' out of it."

The tank rocks again, and Kaylee's off and swearing in Chinese. Leave it to the time she actually has a passenger that the tank is noticed.

"Aye, well, it's my job to fight, anyway. They'll not get us." Not if Jamie has anything to say about it, at any rate. Kaylee can call him out for being sexist later. If they make it through this.

His initial thought, when he looks at the panel, is not a happy one. What made him think he could figure this out, anyway? If he could watch someone first...but he didn't really have that luxury. He could hear the explosions outside, and had no way of knowing if Kaylee would be able to get the tank out of range in time before one of the shells hit them.

"C'mon, McCrimmon. Ye can do this," he mutters to himself as he studies the panel. If he did that, and then that...it might work. He'll have to load the gun himself, but he thinks that's easy enough. He's also going to have to unbuckle himself for the moment to do so, but there's not much choice there.

He slips free of the restraints, and is carefully able to maneuver and get the necessary ordnance to load the gun. Settling back in, he sends up a quick silent prayer and then...

The turret swivels, pointing back in the direction the shells were coming from. The tank's gun fires, and there's an explosion back in the distance as the round hits. Whether or not it's taken out the anti-tank gun he was aiming for is debatable. But the shells that were streaking towards them stop, at least for the moment.

Maybe it'll be enough so they can put some distance between them and the enemy.

Who really wants to argue at a time like this? Besides, if they were going to do that, Kaylee could mention that normally Wash would be doing the driving, and she would be under the control panels trying to rework the system. Now, if he starts challenging her on mechanics, that's a different story entirely.

They're moving at a decent pace, and Kaylee spares a glance out one of the side catches to see if she can spot anything. Nothing. Whoever's firing is behind them, which means they just have to worry about getting far, far ahead.

The first shot Jamie fires off startles her enough that she jumps back in her chair, and it takes her another precious moment to regain her control over the moving tank.

"Little warnin', next shot," she reminds Jamie, though not without a hint of mild entertainment in her voice. Gotta laugh in situations like this, or they'll eat you alive. What does worry her, however, is the sudden calm outside...

"Sorry," Jamie replies, sounding distinctly sheepish. He had been too concerned about making the shot and hadn't even thought through the fact that unexpected gunfire can throw a person off.

It's still quiet outside, which is unnerving to him. "D'ye think I actually got them?" For a moment, he's hopeful they did. But then the sounds of fire pick up again - it seems all Jamie managed to do is cause them to take cover momentarily. The explosions, though, are not nearly as close as they were before.

Jamie goes to load the gun again, hoping he won't have to do this much longer - and hoping the reason for that is that they manage to get away as opposed to, say, being blown to bits. Before he presses the trigger this time, he remembers Kaylee's warning.

"Fire!"

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Some things never change, even in the middle of a battle. It gives Kaylee more relief than she really cares to admit, hearing that bit of sheepishness back in Jamie's voice. He's still Jamie, even if stress levels are high.

Strange, how suddenly significant little things like that seem once you've been trapped inside a nightmare for days.

"We can always hope you did." The likelihood that it hit in one shot isn't very high. Who knew if the gun was even aligned properly at this point? Plus the rain, wind, shelter of whoever was firing on them isn't likely, maybe, but hope never hurt a person. They need more of it, right now.

Silence is broken all too soon by returned fire. Not as close, maybe, but still far too close to be comfortable. Kaylee urges the tank on, shelter spotted ahead. She prepares herself for the next blast, and once Jamie has fired she points out the shelter to him. "Just gotta hold 'em back til we get there, alright?"

"Aye!" The idea of shelter sounds wonderful to Jamie, and he cranes his head to see if he can spot it from his position. The fact that he can see where they are headed gives him just as much relief as Kaylee had gotten a moment ago.

It really does help, those little things.

Adrenaline takes the edge off the pain as he moves to load the gun one last time. Once it wears off he's likely going to want to collapse, but for now it's enough to push him through. He gives Kaylee fair warning before firing again, and the shell streaks through the air behind them. At this range, it's really just a deterrent - something to buy them that precious time they need to reach the shelter.

The sounds of enemy fire continue to grow fainter as they leave the emplacement behind them. "C'mon," he urges, almost under his breath. Please let them get there.

Somehow, they manage it. Kaylee's not really sure how they do, but they do nonetheless. One moment, there are far-off sounds of weapons going off, and the next the tank has stalled into the shelter, definitely worse for the wear of the beating it's taken, but still in one piece.

Even more of a plus, the two humans inside are in one piece.

With the smallest bit of urging, the mechanic manages to get the tank far enough into the rubble-littered shelter that it should be unseen from the outside. She holds her breath for a minute, intent on listening for any signs they might have been followed. When she doesn't hear anything, she moves to open the hatch and peek out.

If they have been followed, the other side's got a gorram quiet tank.

"Think we'll be alright here for a bit," she breathes out, sliding back inside. The hatch stays open, so they can listen, and there's a look of mild triumph on the mechanic's face. "See 'bout your leg now, hm?"

They haven't been followed. They are snug in the shelter and safe for the moment.

Jamie slumps in his seat in sheer relief. "Aye. That was closer than I'd like, though," he says fervently. "Not because of ye," he adds hurriedly. "Ye were amazing. I wouldna have been able to get us here in one piece." He wouldn't have even been able to start the tank, he thinks.

Speaking of his leg, it's currently stretched out in front of him, and when Kaylee brings up the subject, his eyebrows disappear into his bangs a moment. Oh, so we're back to this, are we?

"Not until ye see about your arm," he says stubbornly, eying the limb in question. That rag she had on it is gone, and it's not like he has an open wound he has to worry about.

The calm is almost strange, especially given that they've been on go almost since they ran into each other. "Hopefully we won't be tryin' it again anytime soon," Kaylee agrees, finally smiling. "If it means anythin', I can't hardly bring myself to shoot a handgun, let alone one of these things. Think that extra moment or two you bought us 's what did it." She means that as honestly as she means everything else.

She's already looking over his leg, not even noting his change in expression. "Shouldn't be hobblin' about on it like this," she comments, "not unless you're tryin' to make it worse."

Somewhat consciously, she shifts so her injured arm is on the other side of her from Jamie, and she keeps on examining the leg.
Ox, meet mule.

He smiles tiredly at Kaylee for a moment. "Aye, well, it may have helped," he admits. That's as much as he's willing to concede on that point - after all, he wasn't kidding when he said it was his job to fight, earlier. Besides, it appears Kaylee is going to give him a run for his money in the stubborn department, and he turns his full attention to that.

"I'm sitting," he points out in what he feels is a perfectly reasonable sort of tone. "And I'm no the one running around getting germs in a gunshot wound." One of the first things he learned about when he met the Doctor was germs, so now, of course, he feels like he's an expert in them.

"Look, at least ye should try and cover it again with something." He looks around, trying to see what they can use, then feels at his neck. Ah, it's still there. "Ye can use my neckerchief."

As a crew member on board Serenity, you learned to be stubborn pretty quick. Had to have something to occupy yourself with during the long trips between planets, after all, and what better way than to out-stubborn the rest of the crew?

Right, so he's sitting. Makes it easier to check the leg without having to worry about him trying to walk away. At the mention of germs, though, Kaylee attention refocuses on Jamie's face instead of his leg.

Alright, you couldn't always win the stubborn battle.

With a not-unchildlike huff, Kaylee settles down in the seat next to Jamie, injury toward him, but her hand still over it. "I told ya, Billy cleaned it up earlier, it ain't hardly worth fussin' over." Which isn't exactly true, given that the area around the wound is swollen and red, and the mechanic herself isn't exactly cool to the touch. That she could get away with saying it was the tank, just as she could pass clammy hands off as water from the rain before.

"If it'll make you feel better, you can take a look, alright?" With a roll of the eyes, Kaylee removes her hand and waits, directing a mild glare at Jamie's leg.

"Aye." It would make him feel better, even if he wouldn't say so out loud. Jamie studies the wound for a moment, looking to see if there's any red lines streaking outward from it. He might not know the words 'blood poisoning', but he has seen his fair share of musket and sword injuries before. He knows if those lines are there, it's begun to fester.

While he looks, his hands are busy untying the knotted fabric around his neck. It would have been easier if he had been wearing the little silver slide that he likes - but that generally leaves more of the neckerchief visible. Since most of the fabric's turned in on itself, it's relatively clean. Not completely clean, though, and Jamie frowns thoughtfully. If Billy's dressed it once, it shouldn't be too bad, especially since she's been rained on since losing the rag.

But...maybe it would be better if he could put something else between it and the wound. Lacking any sterile dressing, he decides to improvise. Taking his knife from it's sheath, he cuts - with some effort - a piece of the plantsuit from his leg. He knows it does something to help with wounds, but isn't sure exactly what. It might be more sterile than just the cloth, too.

His leg, under the plantsuit, is a mass of bruising. Some of it is a little older looking, but there's a lot that's relatively fresh. One very dark and nasty looking bruise is right on his shin, and that may have very well gone down to the bone. He glances over at Kaylee, and shrugs.

"Like I said, there are people who are worse off." He turns a little and offers out the piece of plantsuit. "Do ye think ye can hold that in place while I cut up the neckerchief?"

The skin around the wound is swollen, and definitely red, but it doesn't look too bad, at least from Kaylee's perspective. The bullet itself disappeared with the nightmare, so at least she hadn't had to worry over trying to dig it out. More than anything, one of the first things Kaylee needed to do once this was all over would be to get it cleaned out and stitched back up.

She's not thinking about that right now, though. No, she's frowning instead at Jamie pulling the neckerchief off. Unfortunately, there really isn't anything she can offer up instead. The rags from her bag have gone to other things--drying Billy's hands so he didn't keep electrocuting himself, cleaning things up, binding the wound the first time around.

Kaylee pouts, slumping back against the back of the seat, and for the first time really does look like she's about to cry, from frustration if nothing else. It's replaced fairly quickly, though, as Jamie cuts the piece of plant suit away from his leg.

"Niu shi, Jamie, that don't look like nothin' to me." She's half out of her seat as he hands her the patch, and she presses it up against her arm uncomfortably as she looks over the bruising on his leg.

Jamie's not worried over the loss of a neckerchief - he's got more than one to spare. He made sure of that once he realized he had money left over after his present-shopping spree back on the alternate Earth. Maybe someday he'll be able to replace that vest he was so fond of, as well.

The thought's a fleeting one, though, as he's busy slicing the cloth into strips he can knot together into a longer bandage. He glances up as Kaylee half-stands, wondering if he should point out that if she's going to insist on standing he's going to have to get up as well. And judging by the way she's reacting to his leg, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Well," he admits finally, "I may not be dancing for a wee bit after this. If Billy hadna..." He realizes about halfway through that sentence what he had started to say, and changes tack rather abruptly. "Would ye mind sitting back down? I'd rather not stand up if I didna have to, aye?"

It's times like this Kaylee really wishes she was a doctor, and not just a mechanic. Some of the things she'd seen Simon do for people were amazing, and if she had that knowledge she could have at least helped make Jamie's leg feel better.

Her train of thought is interrupted by the Billy comment. Kaylee blinks, and looks back at Jamie, brow furrowed. "If Billy hadn't..." She won't push him to finish it, but she's curious. One of the Nightmare King's tricks, she hopes, and nothing more than that.

"Ah, sorry 'bout that," comes out as a half-laugh, and she sits back down, though her eyes are still pretty well focused on his leg.

Kaylee was liking this Nightmare King less and less...

Kaylee's not the only one wishing that they were a doctor at this moment. All Jamie can really do for Kaylee is try and tie the makeshift bandage into place firmly enough that it won't slip off. He's as gentle as he can be, all things considered, but there's bound to be some jarring even so. Hopefully he won't hurt her too much in the process.

He's silent for a moment while he works, then says quietly, "If Billy hadn't managed to help me out of my nightmare, it could have been worse." It's not exactly what he had started to say before, but it's also true, in its own fashion.

There's one final knot tied. "I hope that'll hold for ye, Kaylee. I'm no much of a doctor."

The winces can't be helped, though Kaylee does eventually turn to look at the control panels on her other side so they're less noticeable. Still, not as bad as it could have been, so she's grateful for that much.

"Glad he was there to help, then." It sounds enough like Billy, and there's enough truth behind Jamie's voice that she isn't going to doubt it.

As he finishes, she looks back at her arm, appeased as she can be. "Better'n I'd've been able to manage if I'd done it on my own," she smiles. "Thanks, Jamie. 'Fraid 'M not sure what we can do 'bout your leg, though, 'cept keep you off it." A hard thing to admit, considering how stubborn she's been up to this point. "Hopefully we'll meet up with some folks who know their stuff soon."

Jamie rests his hand on her shoulder for a moment longer, trying to give her some sense of comfort without actually causing pain in the process. He tries for a smile, but it's a little strained at first. "Och, I wish it didna have to be done at all."

He doesn't like the idea of his friends being hurt, and the fact he caused Billy pain - even if he wasn't in his right mind at the time - bothers him. At least with Kaylee, he feels like he did something positive, even if it was a small something. The smile turns more genuine, then fades as he looks down at the bruising. The plantsuit is starting to grow back from where he cut it, and he reaches down to flip the other piece back into place so it'll seal together faster.

"Aye, I suppose you're right about the leg." He hesitates for a moment, then admits, "I'm glad ye came along when ye did. I'm not sure how much longer I would've been able to keep moving on it." He glances up at the open hatch thoughtfully. "How much longer do ye think would be safe here?"

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It's comforting enough, a good reminder that everything will turn around for the better soon enough. They always did, even when it felt like you were about to crash and burn. Another valuable life lesson, that, even if some people did tend to look down on Kaylee for keeping on with the optimism. It certainly wasn't lost on Jamie.

With the realization that there's not to much to be done about his leg just yet setting in, Kaylee settles back with a small huff. It isn't until Jamie expresses his gratitude that her smile comes back. "Glad I found you, too. Gives me a good bit of company, if nothin' else."

As for time...Kaylee stares up at the hatch for a moment before getting to her feet. She stands directly under the open hatch, listening, and when she doesn't hear much in the way of noise she cautiously climbs up the short ladder and peers out. "Everythin' looks pretty quiet for now," she says back down to Jamie. No sounds that shouldn't be there, no moving shadows. Even so, she feels a whole lot better once her head is safe inside the tank again. Been around Jayne too long to know how good a person's aim can be. "We should be alright for a bit."

"Aye, I'm grand company," Jamie mutters to himself while Kaylee's up checking the hatch. He glowers at his leg for a moment, but is just too tired to work up a good bout of complaining - for now.

At least it seems like they'll get a chance to decompress a little - and that is a relief. He nods as she comes back, then carefully shifts his leg into a slightly better position, wincing a little as he does so.

Now that they're here, and safe, for the moment, what to talk about? He could ask her what happened with her nightmare, but then he'd have to talk about his, and that would lead back to Evil Billy. And he really isn't sure he wants to do that until he's had a chance to fix things with his friend.

Instead he asks, "What do ye want to do, once this is all over? Besides sleep, that is." Because he's pretty sure sleep is going to pretty much be the number one option for most - if not all - of the crew should they get through this.

"You're shiny company," Kaylee assures him. She's shared a boat with Jayne for how long? Those little mutters get easier and easier to catch when you've got to listen to a mercenary mumble under his breath about the captain every day.

If there's one thing to be said about the tank, it's that it isn't exactly uncomfortable. There's enough room to stretch out some, especially given that it's just the two of them sharing the space, and that makes all the difference between hiding cramped and cranky and hiding with somewhat less irritable tank-mates.

An answer to Jamie's question takes some thinking. There are plenty of options to that list, some of which Kaylee would like to experiment with sooner rather than later, but mixed company and all. Response isn't delayed so much by thinking up an answer as it is editing that answer to fit the particular situation a bit better.

"'Sides sleep? S'pose there's a lot I wanna do. Get everybody together for another shindig, for one. Think we deserve that much after all this. Got any special plans, yourself?"

There's a 'Hrmph' from Jamie, his face suggesting for a moment that he isn't entirely convinced of that, but the expression clears soon enough.

"I was thinking of doing that wee little bit of Scotland...I mentioned that to ye on the bitty computer, aye?" He's been thinking about it, and 'wee bitty computer' seems a bit redundant for the Omnicoms. It's not that small. So maybe 'bitty computer' works better. He's trying it out to see how it sounds, even though 'Omnicom' is just as easy to say. Jamie does like his own names for things.

"But I had wanted to dance, and, well..." He gestures at his leg. "I don't know if I'm going to or not, I guess."

It doesn't matter if Jamie's convinced of it or not. Kaylee is, and that's plenty enough for evidence that it's the complete truth.

"It could wait til you're healed some, and 'M plenty sure the wait'll make it all that better when we finally get to it. 'Less you wanna do more'n one installment of it." She wouldn't mind that so much, either. The more she can learn about people, the better. If there's more than one Wee Little Bit of Scotland she might get to know that much more about Jamie.

"We can find somethin' else in the meantime, though. 'Wee Little Bit of Whatever We're Feelin' Like This Week.'" Her imitation of Jamie's accent is terrible, and she ends up just giggling at herself. Yep, sticking to Space Drawl.

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