Angelle is mine, the rest is Joss's.

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Serenity....the finest lady to ever be beholding the name and a damn fine ship if I do say so myself and well, I do. Now, I am sure most would look at the old Firefly class vessel and respond with a 'what's so good about it?' After all, there are laser scars on the sides and a few asteroid pots on her roof, plus you can see she's barely holding together half the time, but again you weren't born brown and don't realize that a ship without character, well, is no ship at all.

My father has owned a few vessels in his time, Betsy Lou being the most recent, though I don't think you can really compare a space vessel to our old Mud Mule. She was a good old girl, but space travel was hardly in her bio. She mostly pulled others out when they over shot our very small landing pad, which happened more times than not. Serenity, though, was definitely classier by far than the other Firefly transports I had been in. For one, it didn't smell like old feet and with that, I could tell this ship had women aboard and not just the Sarge's shadow. Her engine also sounded clean, not run down and praying to be put down if you get my drift.

"Welcome to Serenity." A red head with more charm than a king cobra sauntered up to me and stuck out her hand, her smile enough to make anyone sick with happiness.

"Thanks." I let her shake my hand, my eyes surveying my surrounding as I heard Mal coming up the plank behind me.

"Kaylee, stop scarin' our passenger." He barked and the young girl looked at him, a bit hurt. I felt sorry for her for an instant before she smiled again,

"Oh, he don't mean that. I'm Kaylee, but I guess you already know that. I'm the one keeping Serenity together."

"Most call me Angelle."

"Now that's a pretty name, Angelle." She let it roll off her tongue like a sweet taste of the finest wine. Made me a bit uncomfortable at first, but then after living in a place where sane people are rare, I let her contagious che