Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. (Except for Allan. He's mine) I’m just playing. No money being made.

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This story takes place nearly four years after Serenity (BDM) and has the established couples of Simon/Kaylee, Mal/Inara, Zoë/Allan and Jayne/River. Follows after Big Blue.

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A/N: Warning for some four letter words... Swearing if you will.

Thanks again Chris for the Beta.

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Birthday

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Chapter Four

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Allan's awareness returned slowly. First was his hearing. Somewhere near him someone was gasping for breath while the sounds of leather on flesh thudded into his ears. A short cry of pain brought Allan more awake.

Next his sense of smell returned. His nostrils were filled with the sickening odors given off when a human looses control of their bodily functions combined with the coppery metallic smell of fresh blood.

Allan knew that smell all to well from his days as a Paramedic.

He tried to move but every muscle in his body screamed in pain. A groan escaped Allan's lips.

“Sir? I think he is coming around.” said a distant voice.

“Release his hands. We do not want him to choke when he vomits from the drug, yes?” said a second voice, thick with an Eastern European accent.

“Yes sir.”

Allan felt rough hands undo the restraints holing his wrists. Snapping his eyes open and despite the pain, Allan's right hand shot out, connecting with the swarthy man standing over him.

Allan felt a satisfying crunch as the man's nose was shattered by the heel of his hand.

He wasn't a brown belt in Ti-Kwan-Do for nothing.

Allan's own body conspired against him. Suddenly his stomach decided that it needed to empty itself, bringing up what felt like most of his internal organs at the same time.

When he stopped retching, Allan realized that he was as naked as the day he came crying. His legs restrained to a hard metal table.

The first coherent thought that went through his mind was 'Oh shit!'

“Ahh, Mr. Bryant, you are awake.” said the European voice.

“Wish I