Act IX - Finale

“I almost hate to pull Polka away from here,” Theo said. “Her and Kaylee seem to have hit it off.”

“That girl’ll talk for hours about engines to anyone who shows even the slightest amount of interest,” Mal agreed, his thumbs tucked into his gunbelt as he stood in the centre of the cargo bay. “So to find someone who actually understands … she thinks it’s Christmas all over again.”

“I’m not sure I like this idea,” Saffron said from behind him.

Mal turned, seeing her being helped through from the common area by Jayne, who‘d been landed with the job after Simon explained he was keeping out of her way, and Hank refused point blank.

“You should be grateful the Cap ain’t just dumping you back down on Borodin,” the mercenary said. “But he’s got a sentimental streak comes out once in a while, and he wouldn’t let me shoot ya. This time.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, then looked at Mal. “Are you sure I can’t come with you? I’m sure there’s a lot we could talk about.”

“Saffron, you noticed how Freya ain’t come to see you? She’s itching to let you know exactly what she thinks of you, and if you stayed on board, I can’t be held responsible for what she might do. So best you leave.” He smiled, but there was little warmth in it.

“You don’t know what you’re missing, sweetie.”

“Oh, I have a good idea. Bye bye, now.”

“We’re always saying goodbye.” She sighed heavily as Jayne handed her over to Etta, who took her through the airlock into Cressida. “Life isn’t fair,” her voice echoed back.

“Any idea what you’re gonna do with her?” Mal asked curiously.

“Well, we’re heading for Boros. I’m sure she can find a transport or work as necessary there.”

“I’d frisk her before you let her get off, though, if you want to take my advice. And keep one hand on your wallet at all times.”

“Oh, I will. And is my young star ready?” Theo asked, trying to keep the grin off his face.

“Coming,” Noni called, dragging her carpet bag over the sill of the common area door.