Angelle is mine, the rest is Joss'.

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Sunshine....the light given off by the sun which can be rather bright and slightly disconcerting when one is woken by it at the crack of dawn. It was mornings like this that I remembered why I rather be in the black. No sun when there are no windows in your bunk.

Yawning, I stretched feeling a strong arm wrapped around middle and a slight snoring near my head. Mal lay asleep, his face buried in his pillow to keep from the light penetrating through my curtains. Funny that he was using mine instead of his. The thought to yank it from him crossed my mind, but I had things to do and the thought of talking with Inara without Mal sounded like a rather decent idea.

Careful not to disturb him, I climbed out of bed and yelped, covering my mouth to stop it from being too loud. My warm foot rested in the pile of cold wet clothes Mal had shed last night, a sensation no one should have to deal with at six in the morning. Reaching down, I went to gather them up and then tossed a look back to my bed. A smile crossed my face and I stood up, moving my way to the closet. He stole my pillow, after all.

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"You really haven't changed a bit, Angelle." A voice behind me made me reach for the knife at my side. Swamp surrounded me as I had made my way to Serenity, figuring the weather was dry enough to get Inara off and into a place she would feel more a part of the world around her. Somehow, it was going to be postponed.

I turned, my hand resting on the bone handle. It was a voice i recognized, but more than one person had told me he was dead. Guess it's what i get for believing what I hear without confirming it. "Well, well, didn't think you'd be stupid enough to come back here, Jericho."

"You know me, Marcs. Anywhere a job takes me." His gray eyes flashed a look at me that made me second guess myself for not taking a gun. "Relax, ain't huntin' you or any of your kin."

"Daddy know you're here?"

"Who'd you think got him ba