Based on the world of Firefly by J. Whedon

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I smell him...I smell everything. It's my curse and it's my burden, but on most days, it is also my salvation.

Mal, my Alpha stirs next to me, the scent of war and the crew covering him as well as mine, my mark to fend off others like me, though I know they are all gone. My Creators aren't foolish enough to lose control on another such as I, the consquences of their actions with Miranda has made them untrustworthy to the general public. It was time to mend fences, a feat no one on Serenity thought thay could pull off. Me...humans have one major flaw, they trust what can easily kill them and they put that trust in ones that care little for them and more for the almighty dollar...or worse, ultimate control.

A sound and my darker one is up, her senses in high alert as I can feel her using me to analyze the threat. It's the big merc, Jayne. He moves toward the dining hall, probably hungry after dreaming of mating. As long as I stayed out of them, I could care. I had learned from being on this ship for a year now, the one things that concerned Jayne were money, women, and anything that went boom. Though strangely, he had started to care a little more about the people that inhabited the ship, or at least the ones that had been with him for awhile. I could still feel his untrust of me, but then that was something that seemed a common illness within the walls of this ship. They were smart to not trust me, if only Mal would realize that.

He stirs next to me again, nuzzling into my neck as I growl gently. Anyone who knew me was aware that my neck was sensitive. Anywhere there was a major vein or artery was sensual, something that came with my puzzle piece DNA. I relaxed into his touch, knowing he ws asleep and dreaming of family life. It hurt me that I couldn't have children for him, not because I wanted them, but because he would have made a good father. To me, cursing offspring with what I am is to offer them a death warrent before