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: Last Chapter in this Arc.

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Quest - Chapter Thirty Two

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It had been a rough year. Particularly in the last eight months. Between the loss of Serenity and near death of everyone aboard. A major shakeup of the Admiralty. Reestablishment of contact with Earth, The destruction of Quest, The death of Hipolito Flores. Attacking the Altair Shipyards to stop both the company's slave labor practices and to halt their blatant industrial espionage. Allan hoped that the year that had begun less than a week ago would be better than the last.

It had already gotten off to a decent start. Allan's seventy eighth birthday party was one to remember. Attended by both his extended family, friends and even the Republic of North America's President.

Allan was still in remarkable shape for his age. Despite all the trauma he had endured over the decades. He hoped to at least make the century mark. Physically anyway. Chronologically, the elderly engineer was just shy of five hundred years old. But four hundred years of cryogenic suspension did tend to mess with the natural order of things.

Now, two days after his birthday party, Allan was sitting in the front row as he watched a young woman he had helped deliver, marry the love of her life.

Rebecca Tam was radiant in her wedding dress. Pale red flowers were imprinted in the fabric and flowed as Simon Tam walked his daughter down the aisle.

The sun was just setting over the Pacific Ocean when Simon handed his daughter off to Clayton Cook.

The RNA Navy Chaplain cleared his throat, “Dearly Beloved. We are gathered here today...”

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The reception went deep into the night. A little after three am, Zoe dragged Allan off to bed. Soon the rest of the guests followed suit. The newlywed couple were the last ones left, slowly dancing on the beach with a full moon overh