Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made. The situations come from my own twisted mind as do my original characters.

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AN: Getting closer to the end of the arc folks. Just a few more to finish this up.

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Quest - Chapter Twenty Eight

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“If you need anything... call me,” Allan said.

“I'll be fine,” Sylvia replied from her stretcher as she was loaded into the waiting ambulance for her trip to the hospital where she would be completing the recovery from her gunshot wound, “Besides... I'll have Steve here with me.”

Allan nodded and grinned. Glad that his two friends had finally gotten back together, “I arraigned for a private room...”

Steven turned red and Sylvia giggled, “I'm not going to be able to do anything that requires a private room for a few weeks, Ge-ge.”

Allan grinned back, “Just a thought for future reference.”

“Keep an eye on Derick for me... Jayne is still kinda pissed.”

“Derick will be fine. After he woke up and stopped sputtering. River put Jayne in his place.”

“Still. It's my place to worry... Mother's prerogative.”

“I understand, Sylvia. And you better get well soon. I want to see you, Steven and Cordell's crew on Earth in three weeks.”

“Yes, Sir,” Steven chuckled.

“When are you heading back?” Sylvia asked.

“Leaving for Boros this afternoon. Then jumping back tomorrow. Need to round up a few strays for the holiday.”

“Safe journey, Allan,” Steve said as he shook the older man's hand.

“See you in a few weeks,” Allan said as the door on the ambulance closed. He shielded his eyes as the craft rose into the air and flew off in the direction of downtown New London.

Zoë slid up next to her husband, “Who's the strays?”

“Dan and Robert. I imagine that they are kind of worried about getting back home.”

“And Robert seeing Trudy too, I'd imagine,” Zoë smiled.

“Yep,” Allan agreed.

“Let's go then, husband.”

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Robert Pace stumbled out of his bedroom and headed for the co