From underneath the trees, we watch the sky

Confusing stars for satellites

I never dreamed that you'd be mine

But here we are, we're here tonight

Singing, "Amen I, I'm alive"

(I'm alive)

Singing, "Amen I, I'm alive"

Wash lay on his side, looking at the woman stretched out next to him on the blanket, watching her sleep. “My wife,” he whispered, trying out the words. “This is my wife. My wife she is.” The women is question murmured in her sleep, the only time she ever looked vulnerable, and snuggled into him closer. It was warm on this out of the way planet, and Mal had given them all three days of leave time. He figured Jayne was probably off finding the nearest cathouse. Kaylee would probably end up finding some nice young blacksmith or farm boy to share the night with. And Mal…well, Wash never really knew what the Captain did during times like this. Never figured it was his place to ask. Besides, the longer things went before the Captain knew what they had done, the better. Wash knew the man didn’t approve of people getting all coupley on his ship, and it had taken him almost three months to convince the woman next to him to take the next logical step in their relationship.

If everyone cared and nobody cried

If everyone loved and nobody lied

If everyone shared and swallowed their pride

Then we'd see the day when nobody died

And I'm singing

Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive

Amen I, Amen I, Amen I

(I'm alive)

He almost hadn’t shown up for the interview. He had offers from a couple of Core-based firms looking for pilots to do circuitous supply runs to some of the mid-range worlds still under development. The money was great, but the work would be dead dull, and he hadn’t spent years in pilot school to not have some adventure to show. Besides, those old Firefly class ships were legendary. Temperamental if not kept up, but otherwise, some of the most cunning things flying. Or at least they were in their day. So he had pulled on his most irreverently loud flowered tropical shirt (yet ano