Angelle is mine...all else belongs to Joss.

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Twists....usually defined as the act of turning something in two different directions to cause a shape similar to an 's' or in stories, a plot turn that causes the reader to gasp and say...I can't believe that just happened. Got your attention, yet?

Inara and I sat in Serenity, hoping against hope that good old Suga would get herself bored and wander away looking for something better and easier to eat. Sad to say, it took her a long damn time 'fore she did and not on her own, I don't mind tellin' you. No, it took some rather loud gunfire and just a few screams and hollers before the big Mama headed on her way, far from our metal prison (no offense again to Serenity, but after being stuck on her for a good seven hours with not much to do, well, let's say it was nice to see the light.)

"Thank Buddha, we're free." Inara spoke on my left as she pushed the button to lower the ramp, it screeching and a wailing after the pounding Suga had put on it. Something tells me I got some serious explaining to do to Mal. Here's hoping it didn't effect the wedding.

"Angelle Marcs and Inara Serra," a voice before us as well as the cocking of several guns made me very aware that we were definitely not in the presence of friends. Among the green and brown of the swamp...my swamp was a color I had hoped would never make it to solid ground, at least not without the presence of a set of very large teeth following after....the color was purple. "You are under arrest for the murder of various members of the Alliance as well as harboring fugitives."

"Angelle, what are we going to do?" Inara whispered beside me as I noticed one uniform that was not purple, not the color of my hated enemy, at least not yet.

"Jericho, you son of a bitch." I yelled and went for him, but a guard grabbed me by the shoulders, my fist barely missing the nose of the man I had talked to not hours before.

"Aw, come on, Angelle. The price on your hea