"And I'll stand there with the wizard." Fiyero sung softly as scissors snipped his hair back to shoulder length. "Feeling things I've never felt. And though I'd never show it... I'd be so happy I could..."

River shook her head, a spray of dark locks, giggling in a robe as she gave him a haircut. To be named after something that he could easily be teased after, he embraced it.

"Say it."

"No." She kept clipping away as he sat there, in just a towel that collected the hair.

"Come onnnn." He whined, giving a puppy dog face.

"You're a dork."

"But I'm your dork... who you haven't see for so long, who has missed you complete with the chesty stomp pains and nightmarish visions." Fiyero plied her with the puppy dog face, singing once more. "And though I'd never show it, I'd be so happy I could...?"

"Melt." She finally complied, and watched his ridiculous lopsided smile erupt from his face.

"And so it will be for the rest of my life, and I'll want nothing else till I die..."

"Done." She announced, looking him over, proud she could cut his hair straight. Although she had cheated and gleaned from Inara (who had learned on the cortex how to cut hair, since she couldn't exactly go to salons anymore).

"Held in such high esteem...."

"You keep singing, I braid your hair." She threatened.

"When people see me they will scream."

She picked up a lock of his hair.

"Half of Oz's favorite teeeeeam."

River started braiding.

"The wizard and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII."

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"I don't like him."

Inara sidled up to Mal with a rustle of her green dress, the sound of rain spattering against the roof and windows filling the space around. He was arms folded, back straight, blue eyes locked onto the barn, unhappy scowl plastered on his face. Watching him, she smiled.

He looked back at her, then forward, then doubled back at her smile. "What?"

"She's not your daughter."

"Never said she was." He argued, shifting his weight uncomfortably, sl