Firefly, Simon/Jayne, needles
"I hate this," Jayne growled. "It's a stupid plan, and it relies too much on your fancy-pants pigu."
"If you have a better idea for getting out of here, I'm certainly open to it." Simon's features were drawn taut as bowstrings; River already slumbered next to him on her pallet, bandages on both arms.
"No, if I had a better idea, I'd have already knocked you out and done it." Jayne turned his own arms upwards, exposing the veins in his elbows.
"The first injection will make you sleepy. The second one will lower your respiration rate. You may go unconscious, but even if you don't, you'll probably lose track of what's happening around you. Once we've gotten to an ambulance, I'll give you the third injection to wake you up." Simon held up the syringe, tapping it to get rid of any air bubbles.
"What if - " Jayne was interrupted by the cold and the tiny pain of the needle breaking his skin, and he watched the plunger lower, fascinated. He swallowed. "What if I have a reaction or something?"
Simon smiled lightly. "Don't worry. You have a doctor with you, after all." One hand brushed Jayne's hairline gently, as if Simon were checking for fever. "With these medications, any adverse reaction beyond reddening or swelling at the injection site is unlikely, especially in a . . . healthy patient."
Jayne blinked at him. His vision was swimming. "Feels like 'm drunk."
"That's normal. That's the drowsiness kicking in. Do you want me to wait for the second injection until you've gotten sleepy enough you won't feel it?"
" 'm fine." Jayne tried to focus; the doctor looked like he had a halo. Must be the light behind him blurring. The mercenary reached out, trying to grab hold of him, but ended up stroking his shirt instead. Nice stuff. Soft. Not hard like the needle. Something warm stirred in his groin.
"Y'r too complicated," Jayne complained. "Smooth and soft. Hard and a prick. Oughtta pick one."
"What?" Simon exclaimed, and it hit Jayne that that had sounded more sexual than he'd intended. Or maybe he did intend it that way, and just hadn't realized it. If only his head was clearer. He reached for the doctor again, grabbed him by the arms in a grip that should have been strong but wasn't, because everything was dissolving around him.
"Gave me too much," he complained.
"No, that's the correct dosage for your body mass. You're reacting more or less like normal." Simon's eyes flickered down Jayne's body.
"Including the hard-on?" Jayne tried to leer; it didn't work right either.
"No, not so much that." Simon finished prepping the second injection, and slid the needle into Jayne's other arm; his cock throbbed.
The doctor set the empty syringe aside, and then, as if on a whim, bent down swiftly and kissed the mercenary fleetingly on the lips.
"I don't do that," Jayne complained. Night was falling, and taking him with it.
Simon smiled, a small smile. "I know. And you won't remember it, either." He locked the two floating pallets together and began edging towards the cargo elevator.
Wanna remember. It's important. Jayne clung to his last few thoughts as he slipped into blackness. Sharp. Soft. Wanting.