Based on the world of Firefly by J. Whedon

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It was fifteen minutes later before Jayne motioned to Cat, his big leather and skin clad hand leaning toward a seedy bar. She smiled, shaking her head and he gave her one of his 'huh' looks. "What? We didn't find him at Badger's and if I was gonna speak words to Mal, I'd be at a bar."

"And I'm sure it would have nothing to do with the fact there's alcohol and women." A look back at him, her green eyes catching his as he smiled.

"Never crossed my mind." His tongue ran over his lips, something he'd say he did because they were drying in the dust, but Cat wasn't easily fooled.

"We keep our minds on the task at hand. No distractions...I get shot because you are flirting with some female stripper and me and you are gonna have words. I promise at least three of them you'll understand." She pointed at him with her long hunting knife before sliding it back to the sheath at her side.

"Yes'um, Boss Lady." The merc teased, making sure his guns were loaded and the single gernade nestled under his shirt was still tight within its holder.

Cat moved like velvet over the ground as she sauntered toward the bar, a few eyes catching the sway of her backside. She could feel each one, each sickening thought that crossed their mind as well as her partner's. Jayne was a good soul and he did what needed done when it came to protecting what was Mal's. He had also become the bes thing for Kitty anyone could have imagined, loving her as if she was normal. Something Cat couldn't even do. Still, when it came down to it, Cat still longed for her Captain at her side or....

Her head shook for a moment to get him out of the blackness there. Those days were over, past spent longing after him at her side would damn her to a life of regret. Still, in a fight, there was only one other person she trusted as much as her husband, and he was back on Serenity.

Her fingers pushed against the double doors to the bar, like the ones y