I thought getting the story started was hard; getting the end sorted out is way harder!

The Firefly characters are someone else’s property, I am not getting paid for this.

All reviews welcome.

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Mal and Chilli couldn’t get a shot, Marie was shielding too much of Samson’s body, Al was dazed by the impact with the bars, Jayne had no useable weapon and Inara and Kaylee had no weapons at all.

Samson’s eyes flicked round the room, “You girl,” he nodded at Kaylee, “bring me a gun, one of the sheriffs would be nice; or I slit this Jezebel’s throat.”

Kaylee flicked hyper anxious eyes at Mal; he gave an almost imperceptible nod.

She walked over to Chilli and tugged one of his pistols from its holster.

“Hand it to me, butt first; no…” Samson shook his head and smiled, “you put your hand through the bars, I don’t want one of your friends to try and grab me.”

‘Damn!’ Thought Mal, he had hoped that Samson would stick his hand through the bars allowing one of them to snag him.

Marie was balanced precariously on the bunk, Mal could see that the strain of keeping herself halfway upright with the extra weight of her five months pregnancy was beginning to tell.

Priority number one, get Marie away from Samson.

“Now girl,” Said Samson taking the gun from Kaylees trembling hand, “press the button to open the cell door.”

Kaylee obeyed, the door opened with a shush and a clang.

“Everybody drop your weapons.”

There was a series of thuds as they all complied.

“Now into an empty cell, other than my beautiful wife of course.” Samson gestured at Al, “pick up the girl and take her with you.”

Once they were all inside the cell, Samson removed the knife from Marie’s neck, and levelled Chillis gun at her back instead. He backed out of his cell until he reached the buttons controlling the cell doors, locking everyone other than Marie into the cell.

Marie had dropped down onto the bunk; her breath heaving, eyes focussed on Chilli’s. Biz