Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made.

This story is set fifteen years into the future from the story I have written called “Big Blue”

AN: Just some family fluff before the hunt for the Wing boys begins in earnest. Sorry about the delay... the real world kept interfering with the 'verse.

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Thanks to my Beta, Chris

Cast of characters:

Parents:

Malcolm Reynolds 51

Inara Serra-Reynolds 44

Allan Bryant 68

Zoë Bryant 48

Simon Tam 43

Kaylee Tam 40

Jayne Cobb 52

River Cobb 36

Kids:

Jefferson (Jeff) Reynolds 15

Emma Reynolds 10

Sara Bryant 14

Rebecca Tam 15

John (Jack) Tam 11

Rachel Cobb 8

Jesse Cobb 6

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Heritage-Chapter Fifteen

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“I... Uhh...”

“Relax Atherton, my wife won't shoot you... yet,” Allan said quietly.

Atherton Wing looked like a deer caught in a set of headlights. His mouth opened and closed a few times finally he was able to speak.

“I didn't have anything to do with...”

“I know,” Allan replied, cutting the younger man off. Allan looked at wing closely. He was impeccably groomed as always but there was a weariness to his posture. Also it looked like Wing's nose had been broken sometime in the past.

At one time, Wing would have been a customer here. Now he was wait staff. How far the mighty have fallen.

“You... you do?” Wing stammered.

“You wouldn't still be here waiting tables if you were in on what your nephews were planning.”

“Oh.”

Allan smiled. He almost felt sorry for Wing... almost.

“Hello Atherton,” Lord Harrow said grinning, “What are the specials tonight?”

The look of contempt that flashed across Wing's face told the story. It surely wasn't the only time the former aristocrat had bumped into Sir Warrick since his release from prison.

Zoë, who had been silent, carefully covered her gun with a napkin. She nudged Allan's foot under the table. The Matre'd was approaching.

“Wing!” the Matre'd said in a loud stage whisper, “Stop hob