Jack was in an extremely good mood, whistling as he gave his room a cursory clean. After everything that had happened last week, all the hurt and the sadness, somehow everything had turned out for the best.

Parker was right, he was luckier than he deserved.

Deserved or not, he wasn't going to waste a single day of that luck, so he'd made a ( Read more... )

[ Continued from here…]Having refuelled - thanks to Parker's money - they now had their navigation set for Miranda. But ahead of them, before their destination, lay the largest fleet in the 'verse of Reaver ships. 'Fleet' might not be the most accurate of terms, as it implied some kind of organisation. That seemed lacking among the Reavers, unless ( Read more... )

Jack was sitting in the window, working on his second cup of coffee while he watched the world wake up. So far it wasn't raining foodstuffs, which was kind of disappointing ( Read more... )

After leaving Sam, Jack had slumped against the wall outside her room for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't, wouldn't, believe what Mitchell had told Sam. But the only other person who knew what had happened was him, and the memories were long gone, with no way to get them back. Unless ( Read more... )