whiteknightjames

Malcolm Reynolds was in a hurry. Serenity would be touching down soon on Beline, and that meant he needed to quit screwing around with work and get himself ready. Jayne and Zoë could see to the rest of the cargo prepping. No that there was a great deal to prep. They were transporting fuel cells which had somehow managed to get mislaid at an Alliance weigh station, and being paid quite well for them, the first really good coin they had turned in about a month. This, however, had absolutely nothing to do with why mal was in a hurry. He was in a hurry because in a short bit of time, they would physically be on Beline, and on Beline was a hote...

There was no way she was going to let herself cry again. She had cried for Malcolm Reynolds before this, cried in a whorehouse where her friend took him to bed. She had cried the night she had told him that she was leaving, hoping and praying that he would for once, just once, stop being so dense and tell her to stay. She had done everything but come right out and tell him that he could have her, body and soul, and had asked herself over and over why he couldn’t see it. Now she knew. She thought, not for the first time that night, of sending a wave to her to make sure she knew about Mal and Nandi, just to try and draw some blood. About the...