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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AN: Last story in this arc.

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Thanks again to Woonsocket and Chris for the Beta work

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Relics

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Chapter Eighteen

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Allan showed no emotion on his face while he waited for the verdict to be read. Sitting in the gallery behind the prosecution table, flanked by Zoë and Inara, he instead looked over at the woman who, in her quest for vengeance, had caused the deaths of over one hundred people. Allan had nearly been one of her victims. Twice.

To her credit, Angelique stood proudly before the court next to her public defender. Since the Guild had crashed her accounts, she hadn't been able to afford any other legal aid.

The judge looked over at the forewoman of the jury. “Have you reached a verdict?”

“We have, your Honor,” she replied as she handed the small slip of paper to the Bailiff.

Taking the paper from the man, the judge read it and nodded. He looked at the plaintiff.

“Miss Angelique. Are you ready to receive judgment?”

The former companion nodded, “Yes, your Honor.”

The Judge looked at her gravely. “This court finds you guilty of all charges. Due to your cooperation, I hereby commute the death sentence and instead, sentence you to one hundred years each, for each of your victims. To be served on the penal moon. Your sentence is to be served consecutively and without chance for parole. Officers, take her into custody. Court is adjourned.”

With the sound of the Judge's gavel, Angelique nearly collapsed. The court officers had to practically drag her from the courtroom.

Allan stood and shook hands with the prosecutor before turning to leave. Outside, he was mobbed by reporters from all over the core. Surrounded by Oso, Fred, Marion and Israel,