As always everything belongs to Joss. All of these are written in chronological order, but can be read as stand alones (only vague references to other installments). Ratings are shiny, comments are shinier!

Don't get all excited about the Rayne at the end, it's not what you think. Not exactly anyway... Also, this isn't my best, but I hope some will enjoy it.

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Intro Tarintino style (part one) -

Her brown eyes were steady and calm as she spoke to him over her shoulder. "Nothing alike. You and I... are nothing alike."

Intro part two -

He had no amends to make to the Reavers, poor innocent bastards that they were. He felt no guilt for the state they were trapped in. There was nothing for him to say to the Alliance and he spoke to them in an automated fashion, using the old habits of response to guide him. Giving no real information about the Tam's or the crew of Serenity, his waves to the Parliament were carefully censored. It would be soon enough that their sights set on him. He didn't relish the thought, but then he didn't care either.

But the crew themselves... it was difficult to explain. How each of them had their own unique star-like gravity that drew him in. None of them were aware of the extent that he had been monitoring them since ordering the assault against the crew to stop. (He was wrong - one person knew how much he watched them).

Fascinated. He was fascinated with them and if asked, he would be unable to say why.

It had been a little over two weeks since the Miranda wave had gone out. Two weeks exactly since he lay on a dirty concrete floor, being pummeled by a woman in the throes of her righteous anger. Two weeks that he kept himself separate from the crew.

He busied himself during this time, not hard to do with so much to accomplish. It started with the Leonis, the closest Alliance cruiser. The situation required technology and trained personnel not available on the little moon. Fortunately most of the repairs to personnel and ships could be held in the