Written 7/3/2004

Approximately 600 words, not all of them mine. Italicized dialogue borrowed from broadcast and deleted scenes.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No infringement is intended on the rights of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, or 20th Century Fox TV.

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"Criminal Tendencies"

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Like the man on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho, Simon Tam fell among thieves. It was no one's fault but his own. He hadn't been beaten and left for dead, just knocked off his feet--physically and metaphorically--a few times, and put through a bit of hell by a man whose sanity was in question.

If I can ask, what made you pick this ship?

It looked disreputable.

It was simply a choice he'd made, just as he had chosen between being a good, obedient son and a loyal, loving brother. Not so hard, not really. If his life had been turned upside down, never to be the same again, it was in a good cause.

Won't ever stop. They'll just keep coming until they get back what you took.

His sister had been stolen from him. Taking her back was not wrong, was not a crime--except to those who had taken her in the first place. Plundered her mind, ransacked her spirit. Government-sactioned criminals. Thieves. And according to their laws, Simon was the thief, fleeing from "justice."

I selflessly turned us both into wanted fugitives.

No place to call home but this ship. No allies except for this crew. Only one goal to shine in the blackness of space--to keep his sister safe. He could still be a doctor, heal people, perform near-miracles. Be a good person.

Be a contradiction, able to lie, cheat and steal when it was necessary. Do wrong things for right reasons. Once upon a time, he would have scoffed at the notion of honorable thieves. It had been a bit of a shock that it was surprisingly easy to become one.

So, what are we doing?

Oh! Crime.

Crime? Good. Okay, crime.

It was something you did, to