Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. (Except for Allan and the kids. they're mine) I’m just playing. No money being made.

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This story takes place nine years after Serenity (BDM) and has the established couples of Simon/Kaylee, Mal/Inara, Zoë/Allan and Jayne/River. Takes place five years post “The Bash”

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A/N: New story arc. Set five years after “The Bash”

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Relics

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Chapter One

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Allan really enjoyed times like this. Sitting on Serenity's bridge with nothing but the quiet hum of the life support system and... giggling?

Turning slowly in his chair, Allan spied the source of the giggling. Two cherubic faces peered at him from the entrance to the bridge. One belonged to Rebecca Tam, Kaylee and Simon's six year old daughter and the second was his own little girl, Sara.

“And what are you troublemakers up to?” Allan asked grinning.

“Nothin Daddy,” five year old Sara replied. Doing her best to look innocent.

“Likely story...”

“Honest, Uncle Allan, we ain't doin nothin.” Rebecca replied.

“Right...” Allan replied, not believing a word.

The two girls shared a conspiratorial look. It was enough to make Allan get out of the pilots chair to see what the girls had been doing. Just outside the door, Allan spotted a small pile of tools, an open access panel with wires leading to a portable cortex unit and two little girls trying to look as innocent as possible.

Allan crossed his arms and glared down the the two budding mechanical geniuses, “Looks like a whole lot more than nothin...”

“Honest Uncle Allan, we was tryin to get more cartoons on the cortex....”

“That's right,” Sara nodded, “But we couldn't find a cartoon feed.”

Allan picked up the cortex unit and looked at the screen. His jaw dropped open.

“They ain't got no clothes on,” Becca giggled.

The two girls had found a porn feed on the cortex instead of cartoons...

“Kaylee!!!” Allan yelled.

“You're in trouble now,” Sara said to her partner in crime.

“She's not the only one, little gir