DISCLAIMER: Joss is boss.

NOTE: This will be a multi chapter fic. I will be adding the first 7 chapters over the next day or so. I've taken some, shall we say, artistic liberty with dates and timelines. The technical issue is totally made up dribble. And I live in a 'verse where Wash never met up with a harpoon. Set post-BDM. (Oh, and leave feedback, lovely people! Tell me it sucks, tell me it's great, whatever.)

Chapter 2

Mal, Jayne, and Zoe stood in the cargo room. Mal glanced at them. Both were armed, and Jayne had only gods knew what under his jacket. The ship slightly jarred just as Wash’s voice came over the intercom.

“ Docking complete .”

"I don’t much like this plan, Mal,” Jayne said, a massive scowl on his face.

“Unless you’d like to freeze to death, we ain’t got another choice, dong ma ? Stay here, and if you hear yelling, you come and rescue us.” Mal pointed Zoë to the door.

Zoë pulled the heavy metal door open, and a sliver of light could be seen streaming in from the other ship. Mal walked through the doorway, and Zoe followed. They stopped briefly inside the opening.

“We’re coming in, myself and my first mate,” he yelled through the opening. When no response was forthcoming, he continued into the entrance way. Jayne waited back in the cargo hold, his hand not far from his piece in case anything went amiss. Mal and Zoe walked through the docking port, and then entered into the other ship’s cargo hold. Mal was slightly taken aback at how large and bright this cargo hold was. He was used to the darkness that blanketed his ship, even during the ‘daytime’ hours. The warmth of the ship washed over Zoe and Mal, and they both visibly shivered, their bodies getting used to the sudden temperature change.

The cargo hold was filled with boxes, crates, machinery, and ship parts that the pirate captain had alluded to stripping off an old derelict. The only thing the cargo bay was empty of was crew. Mal couldn’t believe he had walked right onto the Revenge