Title: No Harm, No Fowl

Author: hisgoodgirl

Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss; I’m just messin’.

Rating: PG-15 for profanity

Setting: 2+ years post BDM.

Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee

A/N: A very-much tongue-in-cheek one shot written for the FireflyHolidays comm at LJ, in honor of National Poultry Day (March 19) and Joss’s thing about chickens. (I don’t know the nature of this thing, only that he has it. I'm not sure I want to know.)

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No Harm, No Fowl

The first couple of years following Miranda, it had been all Mal could do to keep Serenity flying and out of harm’s way. Jobs were harder to come by than ever and there had been long spells when the Browncoat captain wondered if they’d be able to hang on.

That was until they’d found a new home with the folk of New Beckley.

The situation was what Shepherd Book would have called a Godsend, and even Mal, who still struggled with the idea that anything was the result of some Higher Power, was grateful and relieved he and his crew now had a home base to retreat to between jobs.

New Beckley was a small moon that had been terraformed only about forty years before, and much of the surface was still wilderness, with the inhabitants clustered around a few small towns and on scattered farms. The climate was temperate, the soil reasonably fertile and the settlers had been resourceful. They’d had to be.

Following two waves of colonization, the Great Alliance got sidetracked by the War for Unification and pretty much forgot about her ragged little stepchildren. Then Mal blasted the news about Miranda from the remains of Mr. Universe’s compound and all hell broke loose. Not exactly civil war, but certainly civil unrest and disruption. That the tiny world was located at the far edge of the Miesner Quadrant hadn’t helped, and supply vessels rarely came their way.

On a trip ‘round the outer rim, Serenity had picked up a wave for emergency medical aid. Inq