I strongly recommend that you read my first fic first:

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=10532>A Blast From The Past Part 1

Also like to thank my beta's spacefulofobjects, Agent rusco and numerous others for their continous support and comments. ___________________________________________________

Jorja awoke dazed and confused, unsure of where she was or even why she was there. She tried to reach up, but she couldn't, her hands were cuffed behind her back.

She lifted her head, it throbbed with pain. Peering around the room she tried to absorb her surroundings. The room was small, and very clean, not a speck of dirt to be seen. It came to her; she knew where she was now, an Alliance interrogation room.

"How did I get here?" She thought to herself, closing her eyes, searching the memories. She tried desperately to remember, but the more she dug into her thoughts, the more pain she had to endure. She distantly recalled the scene at the grave, talking to Mal then the Alliance ships.

"Great. My head hurts, I can't move, what else could possibly happen?" she murmured to herself as the door to the room flung open.

Standing there was a man of average build, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties. She pondered, "If only my hands were free, I could easily take out this punk"

"Good, you're awake. My name is Frank Harris, and you are?" Inquired the man as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Rookie," She thought to herself as she wiggled in her cuffs, trying to free herself and then replied, "Not bad considering the circumstances."

"You're name, my dear?" Frank asked, puzzled at her lack of response.

Not wanting to reveal her true name, she replied with the first name that came to mind, "Jane, Jane Doe."

"What is your REAL name woman?" Frank replied visibly becoming upset by her lying distractions.

"All right then. Eve, as in Adam and Eve." She replied, trying to keep a straight face. "He won't crack me, no one has yet."