RP: Sulking Characters: Jaime, Mal Time/Date: after thenetworkmess Location: Kitchen Warnings/Rating: Jaime's mouth in narrative Summary: Jaime doesn't know what to do with herself when she feels she's not wanted Status: Complete
Jaime wasn't an idiot. She knew Jayne didn't want her hanging around. But she couldn't go to Mal, and her room was across from Kaylee's and she just ... didn't want to be that close to anyone who meant well but was nosy. Plus, Dug was in her room. He meant well, too, but ... all she wanted was Mal. Who didn't want her. Pity notes in the network didn't count.
Part of her knew she was being completely ridiculous, but most of her was just aware of all the walls that had been cracked with that stupid fucking network post. She'd thought she'd been so secure, but that was when the knowledge had been hers and hers alone. Sure, a couple people knew, like Jake, and Sarah, but it wasn't something she wanted everyone here to know. Or to wonder about.
The ones who didn't know what she could do ... they'd wonder, right? What made her a freak? Somehow, coming clean on the network didn't seem to be a helpful solution.
She also didn't want to face Mal. Which was the most ridiculous point of all. He already knew what she could do, and he didn't think anything less of her for it. He just ... didn't know her parents had ditched her. She hadn't outright told anyone that, though she'd dropped hints enough around Lily and Tyler that she thought they had an idea.
It wasn't her fault. She knew that. But the point remained, how could anyone love her if her parents - who were obligated to love her - found it so easy to sign her life away to a government facility? To a lab, to be a guinea pig?
Jaime leaned back in the kitchen chair, plucking lightly at the chocolate on the strawberry. She still didn't know what she wanted to do. Where she wanted to go. Maybe after she finished her strawberries, she'd take a walk outside.