Based on the world of Firefly by J. Whedon

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He saw her and had to double take. Her features were the same as the first time they had met...had it been nearly four years ago now. Her red hair was a bit shorter, her attire somewhat modest and familiar. but the part he noticed most was her company. Last time, there had been only one and that one spoke volumes when hooked up with the beautiful assassin.

He fiddled with his hat again pulling it down a bit over his mousy face. As much as he knew she would recognize him just from his smelll...woman was weird like that...he wasn't sure he wanted her companions to...not yet, anyway. Not until he had time to process this mystery.

It definitely explained the situation with his friend the last time they had spoken, the gruffness, out of place anger that had seemed to wane when the enchantress graced his arm. Man was still deadly beyond any thought, but at least with her, there was a bit of leash to hold him from fucking the whole 'Verse to hell.

Her green eyes found his and he nodded, not sure if that was as smart an idea, but figured it was either that or piss off the other way ignoring her completely. She looked so out of place with the group, so not where she needed be, even for him and he wasn't one to judge.

Maybe there had been a fight, but then hadn't he said the last time that she was hooked up with Reynolds somehow. God, why had he drank so much that night? Probably because if he hadn't. Ole Ski would have wondered what was wrong with him. Still, if he had only paid attention to him instead of that little pretty thing down at the pub, her rump a shaking, inviting anyone to have a go, well, then maybe he wouldn't be as confused.

Something behind him made him turn and standing there was the beautiful woman, her ways of sneaking had all but astounding him the first time she lay a knife to his neck after a comment on her assets. Ski had warned him to, but then if you don't tempt the tiger a biut, yo