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It had started out as a joke but quickly became a personal challenge.

Simon had always had the quick hands and good reflexes inherently necessary to a top-notch trauma surgeon, but this was different. Finding the right equipment had been the first obstacle. A laughing Mal and scornful Jayne had willing provided the needed items. Finding time and space to practice away from the amused eyes of the rest of the crew had also proved a challenge, but Simon persevered. He found he actually enjoyed the practice and the feeling of satisfaction he gained as the flow between thought and bodily action became more proficient.

It was supposed to be a milk run. A “no way in hell is this gonna be an issue” meeting, but as usual things went deadly pear shaped at some point. Simon saw the trouble coming the same instant Mal did. Instinct and months of practice took over. His body assumed a slight crouching position and his hand flowed smoothly to his side. He felt the walnut grip of the revolver settle into his palm with the precision of a scalpel and a slight resistance as the barrel cleared leather, the thunder of his bullet echoing Mal’s by a mere fraction of a second.

Glancing at Mal and Zoe’s shocked expressions Simon shrugged. “Everyone needs a hobby.”

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OK I am not saying Simon actually KILLED anyone, maybe he just winged em or shot over their heads. ON the other hand I see him as having the dexterity,cool head and steady hands to become a good quick draw. Humor me.