Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to their respective creators. I'm just playing with them a bit.

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I've been fighting off this plot bunny for some time now and I finally lost and wrote this. The show I loved the most before I discovered Firefly was Highlander. So I guess this crossover was inevitable.

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A Crossover between Firefly and Highlander: The Series. Ignores the events of Highlander: The Source. Post BDM in the Firefly 'Verse.

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Undying

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Chapter Two

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Mal grunted as the thug's fist impacted his ribs... again. He licked his split lips and grinned, “You boys callin this torture? I can tell ya' I been tortured afore and this ain't it.”

The thug snarled and punched Mal across the jaw. The Captain felt a crunch and swore. The hwoon-dahn had probably just broken his jaw.

“That oughta shut you up,” the thug sneered.

Mal shrugged his shoulders as best he could with one dislocated and being tied to a chair. Taking a deep breath, he spit blood on the thugs boots and smiled.

The thug pulled back his fist...

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“She flies well,” Macleod commented as he watched River pilot the shuttle.

“Near on as well as my... late husband,” Zoë replied quietly.

Jayne grunted and glared at the dandy with the long hair, “Don't see why we're bringin strangers along on an 'op.”

“Cause I said we are Jayne.”

“And what's with the sword?,” Jayne began, “Moonbrain carryin one I can see but...”

“Sword never jams. Needs no ammunition,” River commented from the pilots seat.

“Ain't manly is all,” Jayne grumbled.

Duncan chuckled slightly, “He always like this?”

“Mostly,” Zoë replied.

Duncan looked closer at Zoë. Struck by the fierceness in her eyes. It only seemed to enhance her beauty. Not to mention the veritable arsenal she was carrying upon her person.

Twin automatics in shoulder holsters, a sawed off Winchester on her hip. Several grenades and a pump shotgun laying on the deck at her feet. And enough ammo to resta