Two to Tango, Three to Waltz

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based on the world of Firefly by Joss Whedon

Gunfights were something Cat never quite liked, mostly because it was usually 'Ski who she was covering and guns and bullets were more 'Ski and Mal's specialty. Not that she wasn't totally apt with a firearm, it was just she didn't care for them. No, her monster and strangely, Cat herself loved the up close and personal of the blade or bare hand, clawed if you wanted to be technical.

The other problem with guns was they needed ammo and sadly, without it, the gun was pretty much useless. "Mal, how much?"

"Down to my last two...no, make that one bullet." He leaned beside her, his back to the terminal they had found to hide behind. "Any idea?"

"Looks like we have about twenty left. Damn bullet proof armor." She slipped down and empty the casings from her gun.

"What now, bao bei?" He whispered to her as Cat turned to face him, her breath caught in her throat.

"Last time, you called me that was the night..."

"I asked you to come with me and fly. Guess I'm asking you again."

"Only you would get romantic in a gun fight."

"Don't know if I'll survive the next hour so i want to know. Will you, bao bei?"

"We know you have no more ammo. If you come out now, with your hands raised, we will spare your pitiful lives." A voice echoed over the room.

"Hold on." Mal yelled, but a shot echoed into the terminal and sparks rained down on them both.

"We the Alliance aren't trained to wait." The troop responded as Mal and Cat stood, the captain's eyes holding hers.

"How 'bout trained to die?" A voice responded as their soon to be capturer lost his head, the blast spraying over the group around him. As the headless body slipped to the ground, Cat could see 'Ski standing cigarette in mouth and smoking shotgun in hand. She smiled and flipped her phone off. “Heard there was a party and you forgot to invite me?”

“You're late.” Cat yelled as he threw her some more