Dudes, it's been nearly two years! So, since I had this ending in mind all along, I'm writing it completely behind Dessert_First's back.

"I can't do this any more," Mal said. "I'm breaking up with both of them." It sounded convincing enough, but, of course, he was alone at the bar.

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for dancinbutterfly

Simon didn't know how to be a boyfriend, not even back home, back in the hospital. It was a social trick he never picked up: how to be perfectly calm around the larger peer group when that person walked in, that person you'd woken up with that morning. How not to blush or stutter (well, he wasn't that bad, but he felt as though he was going ( Read more... )

They actually got paid, and no one chased after them to get it back, and there was no moral gray area to make the doc or even the shepherd frown. So, a good trip, good pay-off, and the crew was on a relatively decent moon that was sort of nice without being too nice ( Read more... )

"I gave you a direct order, Zoe," Mal flared out.

"Yes, sir," Zoe said placidly.

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"I knew you were coming back," River said to Mal.
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The Tams were supposed to stay out of the alleged new Mrs. Reynolds' way, but that didn't work out so well. ( Read more... )

"I suppose there ain't any kind of advice you can give that ain't all companion-secret," Kaylee's voice said, wistfully, over the comm ( Read more... )

"She wants to go back out," Simon said, in disbelief. He wiped his forehead, although there was no evident perspiration to wipe. ( Read more... )

Mal liked throwing boxes around when he was irritated, and he was irritated, of course, most of the time. Every single day he wondered how he and the ship were going to get through to bedtime, and every single day he wondered why he had two fugitives and a shepherd onboard to whiten his gray-shaded morality.
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She always loved to dance.
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