My second ever bit of fanfic, yay! Takes place post BDM, and is the sequel to my previous work ‘Live by the sword, Die by the sword’. This one features the BDH’s as they are post BDM (oh so many abbreviations) and their encounter with the… ah what the heck you’ll find out for yourselves. Thanks to all those who commented on my last piece, it really helped, what with the advice and encouragement and all that jazz. Same as last time, all comments welcome even critism if its constructive.

Obviously I don’t own Firefly or Serenity…blah blah blah… Joss Whedon rules the world…blah blah blah… Hope that you like it. Yay fanfic!

Enjoy!

The job had gone well for the crew of Serenity, and the payment that they had received from Badger would keep them flying for a couple of months at least. Currently everyone was relaxing with what they had bought using their share of the profits.

Kaylee and Simon were ‘relaxing’ in their bunk, a euphemism that Simon insisted on using for River’s benefit, even though he was fairly certain that his sister knew what they up, what with her being psychic and all that. The two of them had been growing closer and closer in the eight months since the events on Miranda, but they were trying to be discreet about their love, for Zoë’s sake.

Zoë herself was in her bunk having a moment of quiet reflection. She sat alone in the dark weeping with one of Wash’s Hawaiian shirts clutched to her chest like a new born child. It had been harder for her than for the others. To carry on after the death of her husband had been even harder than picking herself in the aftermath of the battle of Serenity Valley. Everyday was a trial of fire, but it was becoming easier. Already her memories of their time together were beginning to sweeten, with the good lingering on and the bad fading into oblivion.

Jayne had picked up a new gun in the market on Persephone and was in the cargo bay trying to get used to the feel of the thing. The Feds were swarming around the docks like ants whose ant-hill had just been