Title: Adventuresome

Author: hisgoodgirl

Disclaimer: All belong to Joss. I got nada.

Rating: G

Characters: Crew, omc, ofc

Timeline: Pre-series

Words: 3,385

Author's Note: If you read and enjoy this, please take a minute to let me know. Cross-posted from my LiveJournal.

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Adventuresome

Sometimes seemed to me I’d been born in the wrong place. Life back on Harvest was good enough, but just way too quiet for my taste. Most folks was either farmers or tradesmen, friendly, quiet, church-goin’ types. Good folk, but safe an’ pretty predictable. I couldn’t help but to get into mischief and most of it ‘cause I was bored or craved a little adventure.

See – I had a thing for the boys. I mean, what else was there to do for fun except mess around? 'Too frisky for my own good' was how my daddy put it. Him and Mama scolded me a lot, swore I was bein’ sinful, gonna get m’self in trouble. He even whipped the tar outta me a few times and fastened my window shut, but didn’t make no nevermind. I figured out quick to take the screws out and go my merry way, then put ‘em back when I snuck home before mornin’.

Never was much with schoolwork but had a real knack with machinery. I took to workin’ with my daddy in his shop when I weren’t much more than eight, holdin’ things for him and handin’ him tools when he asked for ‘em. Moved on up to doin’ repairs myself soon enough, and by the time I was sixteen, I was workin’ full time in his engine shop.

If you was to ask me how come I got such a fascination for machinery, I’m not sure I could tell you. It’s like I can see into the how of their workin’s, almost like they talk to me. You study somethin’ careful enough, pretty soon it’ll tell ya what’s needed.

Folks around town were all right fond a me, I guess ‘cause I was real friendly-like, even ‘though they did find it odd I was happiest covered in grease and breakin’ down their old mowers and combines. It was lik