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"Did you really?" Zoe laughed.

"And I couldn't get down!" Grey declared, reclining her pilot's seat so that she could lie back as she reminisced. "And since I hadn't the slightest idea of how to stop the stupid plane, nor slow it down, they had to send another fighter up to chase me all through atmo!"

"No way," Wash hooted. "No ruttin' way - "

"Language, boy," Grey wagged her finger at him. Zoe smirked at her husband and nudged him so that he would scoot over and give her space on his large pilot's seat. For some reason, he seemed unwilling to move and she had to resort to sitting in his lap. His random bouts of selfishness were a funny thing, Zoe thought as Wash's arms snaked around her waist.

"But yes, and the kicker was it didn't occur to anyone that sending another fighter wouldn't do a darned thing. It isn't like those things have arms to grab me, so it was like an hour of just us playing cat and mouse in the clouds! Eventually, though, they wised up and had the wits to talk me through turning off each of the thrusters one at a time. I'd pretty much wet my pants at this point, but at least that slowed me down long enough for them to net me."

"You had to get netted?" Wash cracked up.

"Yes, sir!" Grey said. "First pilot in fifty years that ever had to get netted by the Academy. Didn't do much for the bias against women pilots back then, but I did manage to graduate with honors in the end. Sure showed them."

Suddenly there was a loud thudding sound as someone with heavy boots and a striking inaptitude for stealth stepped up into the bridge.

"They give atomic wedgies over at your flight school, Granny?" The three of them looked up to see that Jayne had appeared in the doorway, leaning on the frame and munching on a carrot. It was speared through the middle on his large hunting knife, as was usual Jayne fashion, and he was talking with his mouth full, also as usual.

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