It was quite on the firefly class cargo transport ‘Serenity’.

The crew had finally retreated to their individual quarters, and as the lights dimmed on his ship, Malcolm Reynolds finally had the chance to sit and enjoy the peace. Their last job had actually paid in coin, and handsomely too, so Mal could afford to be a little picky about the job’s he sent the crew on, preferring the one’s with less likelihood of violence. Jayne would be bored though.

Sitting on the bridge of the ship, in the co-pilots seat, he would never take the pilots seat anymore as that was for his little albatross, he was content to just look into the black and fall asleep, knowing that things were going smoothly for once. Sort of.

Though she never showed it to anyone, Zoë grieved something terrible for a long while over Wash, but she finally seemed to be emerging from the fog. Good news for the Captain, as he hated seeing her so unfocused on jobs where violence would no doubt ensue, even if she still was the best marksman on the ship. He suspected that she might blame him a bit for what happened to her husband, but he knew she’d never show it. The only time he’d seen her grieve openly was the second night in the black after Miranda. At the dinner table, he held her as she cried herself to sleep in his arms. Mal felt a little uncomfortable to be honest, not because of the emotion she showed, a rarity if ever there was one, but because this was Wash’s job. But she was still by his side, still following him like a women possessed, even if it wasn’t as blindly.”

Simon and Kaylee were getting along nicely, though Mal hated to think of his mei-mei being corrupted, even by a man as upstanding as the doc. And the doc was helping River deal with the effects the events of Miranda had on both her body and her mind. So she was dealing well enough, even if she would still get the occasional bout of the crazies.

Hell, even Jayne wasn’t complaining as much, content to work out or clean Vera whenever he was annoyed. Though Mal suspected that was