"Small Triangle Sandwiches"

[nestar]

Disclamer: I am not Fox or Universal or Sci-Fi (which I think is Universal, but that's neither here nor there). Even though her work is now in the public domain, I am also not Jane Austen. I am making no money off this, but there have been offers of cookies. (I like cookies!)

Author's Note: I guess you could say this comes after "Hello, My Name Is..." and before "The Care and Handling of Princesses (and other high-born women)"

 

Cain was on his way to breakfast when he felt the now familiar tingle at the back of his neck. He started to scan the doors lead off of the hall. Sure enough there was one that most definitely did not fit in with the rest. Taking a deep breath Cain opened the door and walked into the room.

The room was empty so Cain walked over to the refreshment table. He poured a cup of coffee and grabbed some odd little sandwich like thing. Food was food and he was hungry.

Cain had just finished his third triangle when the door opened again and a very pissed of looking man came in. The man was tall and broad with the fullest head of dark hair Cain had ever seen. It was like there was too much hair to fit on the man's head so it just kind of flowed on to his face to form a pair of bushy muttonchops.

The man sat down across the table from Cain and started digging through his pockets. He pulled out a cigar and jammed it into the side of his mouth. “Name's Logan.” the man said after he had taken a few puffs. “Cain” he replied. When Logan didn't say anything Cain went back to eating, the sandwiches were just so small.

The two men were content to just sit there, but the silence was broken by the door opening and whoever was coming through it was mad.

“Fay-fay duh Pee-yen! Stupid ass meeting just had to start now. I was just startin' to oil Vera. Go tsao de authors who can't mind their own business!”

Cain glanced over at Logan who just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his stogie.

Feeling brave, Cain spoke up, “Howdy.”

“Oh well ain't this dandy. A whole marry group.” The newcomer looked at him as he slumped into a chair. “Let have tea and dumplings and talk about our feelings. Choo fay wuh suh leh!”

The man grabbed a tray and started shoving the small triangles into his mouth. “So,” He said displaying a mouth full of half chewed food “What's this meetin' about away?”

Cain and Logan looked at each other for a moment then looked back at... “What's your name, bub?” Logan asked.

“Uh, Jayne.”

Logan snorted, then shifted his cigar to the other side of his mouth. “Well Jayne I don't know what this meeting's about. No sign on the door I came through.”

“None on mine either.” Cain looked at the two men “There has to be something we all have in common.”

“Um, I work as a mercenary.” Jayne volunteered.

Cain shook his head “Bodyguard.”

“I teach art.” Cain whipped his head so hard to look at Logan that he felt a muscle pull. “But I make my really money in cage fights.”

“So work is out then.” Cain said. “What about family? I'm a widower, got a son.”

“Well, I've lost a few women that I loved.” Logan answered. “Can't say I was married to 'em, but still.”

“Married? Loved? Hell, I never even kiss 'em on the lips.” Jayne said with a snort before shoving another small sandwich in his mouth.

“So what does that leave?” Asked Cain. “I mean, we seem like we all should have something in common, right? From the looks of it we're all fighters, all simple men, all...

“Bad asses?” Jayne cut in with a bark of laughter.

“You said you're a bodyguard.” Logan asked.

“Yeah.” Cain said with a slow nod.

“What's your charge?”

Cain thought for a second, how to describe DG?

“A princess. She's about 22, find trouble as easy as breathing.” Cain finally answered.

Jayne grunted, “She hot?”

Cain's hand was on his gun before he remembered the rule about no fighting in group.

“She's a kid.” Cain said through clenched teeth.

“Hate to brake it to ya' pal, but 22 ain't no kid.” Logan said.

“Yeah, well how many people have you ever watched over?” Cain shot back.

“Just the one.” Logan sat back and tossed a leg up onto the edge of the table. “Marie. 17 years old, nearly got killed a few times trying to protect her.”

Cain rubbed the shoulder that had been shot while he was trying to shut down the eclipse machine. “Done that a few times as well.”

The two men looked at each other for a moment, then turned to look at their companion.

“What?”

“You ever got almost killed trying to save a girl?” Logan asked.

“Why'd I wanna do somethin' like that fer?” Jayne said. Cain shook his head, another idea shot down.

“Got enough trouble comin' my way from little crazy.” Jayne continued.

Logan raised an eyebrow, “And just who's 'little crazy'?” He asked.

“The doc's sister.” Jayne took a gulp of coffee “I've faced rabid hill-folk, creepy blue handed suit men, and Revers 'cus of her. Been lock up, shot at, and almost ate. Don't need a girl to add even more to the mix.”

Logan began to cough and Cain fiddled with his hat.

“What?” Jayne asked when he noticed their actions.

“Nothing.” Cain said quickly.

“Nothing at all." Logan added.

Jayne looked back and forth between them. “You sure? 'Cus you two...” Jayne waved a finger at them. “You got this...”

The door opened again and the eyes of all three men swung to look over the new comer.

“So sorry I'm late.” The man was wearing knee boots, breeches, vest and a frock coat. “I'm Mr. Knightly. Welcome to beginners guide to May-December relationships.”

If you really want to know what Jayne is saying, I can post it, but it'll bump the rating up!

 

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hehehe.... love it! :D