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Thanks to Yanlei and FrellingBlonde for the beta! Translations are at the bottom of the page!

First part of what looks to be a 13 part fic. All fluff (with maybe a touch of angst or not-so-fluff) ahead!

It had been a long few weeks since Miranda, since the happenings that followed and since saying goodbye to three beloved men, but the crew was slowly moving on. They were flying again, this time without fear of reprisal for carrying two wanted citizens. After the whole incident they’d escaped from, the Alliance’s interest in Simon and River tapered off completely. Law force flags and bulletins disappeared off the cortex; the siblings could walk down the streets of a busy Allied world, right under the noses of the feds, and not be bothered. Things were finally gaining a semblance of normality.

Serenity’s crew members were healing slowly. Simon was recovering from the shot to the stomach he’d taken, the captain’s many wounds were healing with each passing day and the rest of the crew were moving on with few ill effects. They were traveling light, River at the helm, taking Wash’s place on the crew but nowhere near taking his place in everyone’s hearts. Yes, things were regaining their usual momentum.

Mal had been doing a lot of thinking since Miranda. He’d thought about Simon, almost losing his life while trying to help his crew. He’d thought about River, her bravery and unwavering loyalty, thought about how wrong he’d been to ever doubt her. He’d thought about Kaylee, who’d taken up arms to join the fight for their lives and for what was right. Mal had considered Inara, and she still confounded him after all his consideration, but he was beginning to admit that he didn’t mind it so much. He’d thought about Zoe, about how much stronger she was than he’d ever really given her credit for, especially since Wash. Mal had thought about Jayne, abo