Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. Well, okay, Jonah and the children are mine. All mine. HA. Take that Joss (well, no, not really: Jonah is shiny and I wanna keep him).

Links: I’ve been busy. I started these as a quick reference for myself, but others wanted them, too. So they’re here if you want them. They’ll be updated when I update the chapters, so for easy reference…

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- from the Academy detailing what was done to the children and when.

- And the in chronological order.

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Inara sat on the bed and looked at the small pistol in her hand. It was silver, ornate, and had been chosen, like everything else in her life, for its beauty. That and the way it was easily concealed within her robes.

It had been a very long time since she had actually used it.

Her fingers traced the engravings on the handle. It surprised her how readily they had all assumed she would load up and join them. Of course, there wasn't much she wouldn't do for Kaylee, or River for that matter. And it wasn't like she hadn't been joining them on their jobs lately, she had helped with the Lassiter, had stood up to Rance Burgess with Nandi. It was just that they had always, or more precisely Mal had always made sure she was never in the middle of the danger. She'd always considered herself danger adjacent.

Something inside her tightened when she thought about the fact that he hadn't even blinked this time.

She sighed and placed the small pistol back in its wooden box and then placed that back in its hiding place. Considering what they were about to do and who they were planning to do it against, she was going to feel a lot more c