A/N: This fluffy story was inspired by a Firefly dream. Gilliebeans, good chat friend that she is, also wrote something with the same theme here: http://gilliebeans.livejournal.com/12692.html

Also, credit for the awesome title and some of the lovelier passages go to her.

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Cracking open the door that lead to the south alley, Mal confirmed that no one had detected them. As usual, their contact’s information had been on the nail. Over the course of the five jobs for Chow, the man had proven himself trustworthy. This job was hovering in milk run territory. The hardest part, the actual breaking into the warehouse, had gone unsurprisingly well.

Jayne and Zoë worked their way into the secret room not-so-cleverly concealed behind the manager’s office leaving Mal as lookout. Leaning against a crate, he casually surveyed the dimly lit warehouse. Most of the illumination originated from the big advertisement just outside the window. Through the reflection on the opposite window, he saw a huge mermaid with emerald hair promoting some hair care product. Her exceedingly vibrant tresses cast a greenish light over the big room filled with inventory bound for the kind of stores that sold wares to working people with homes, pets…kids.

He started to fold his arms but winced as a jolt of pain shot through him. Gritting his teeth, he inhaled sharply cursing the hun dan that had managed to get the drop on him not only causing him to get shot but placing him in a world of domestic trouble. Face it, Mal thought, you could have sat this one out. That thought was immediately ousted - no way was he going to let a wound or a woman call the shots in his life. Besides, someone had to keep watch. He hadn’t missed Jayne’s not-so-discreet interest in several pairs of pants but them taking stuff not from within the safe wasn’t part of the deal.

Deciding that he needed to walk off the pain, he pushed himself off the crate intending to check the windows but his eye fell on some