Angelle is mine, the rest belongs to Joss.

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Luck...an assumption of one's chances of success or failure in the world, confused a lot with Karma and can be believed to have better luck with an item such as a horseshoe, four leaf clover, or a rabbit's foot...though not quite sure how lucky it was for the rabbit. All in all, good or bad, luck seemed to surround every moment of my life, whether I wanted it to or not.

So, I thought long and hard about Mal's offer, the idea of spending the rest of my life being loved by a legend I knew more about than my right hand and the man that I had know only a few days was a very difficult one. Not because the girl in me wanted to scream 'yes' as soon as the words were muttered, no, it was the responsible adult, the one that knew it was an undertaking, something that could change not only my life, but the entire crew's as well, especially a certain Companion, who I had yet to speak to.

Out of the shower, I wrapped the large grey towel around my long light red hair, strands still dripping and leaving a trail as I headed with green bath robe covering me to the room I had been staying in. Closing the door, my hands reached under for the black duffel bag, unzipping to show off the fact I had so not packed a lot of clothes. Shaking out a pair of black jeans, holes evident of how many times I had worn them in the past two years I owned them, I slipped them on, making sure my foot found the right hole and not the one in the knee. Dancing a bit in place as the rough material met with my still damp skin, I buttoned and zipped them, before reaching for the dark green tank, one I think that had been Gunner's before I had stole it. Most of his clothes became mine, though the pants tended not to show off my body quite as well as they did his. He finally began to buy stuff for me as well, knowing that shopping was not a past time of mine, though for weapons, I could make an exception.

My fingers pushed through the rest of my