Well, now more than half way through the first season, and things are going progressively less and less smooth for our humble protagonist. One by one, he has to inform his crew of Sylvia's special gifts, hoping that doing so won't blow up in his face like so many of Jayne's grenades.

Also, this introduces a character from the Big Damn Movie. Look real hard and you'll spot him in a heartbeat. Bringing back somebody from earlier in the season, to start the explaining, only to realize most of what he's sayin's already been figured. Minor bump in rating due to some English swearing.

All your Firefly are belong to Joss

GIVE ME FEEEEEEEEEDBACK!

Screaming

There was, as expected, panic. Blood on the floor had a tendency to do that sort of thing.

Milla fainted straight away as the knife was dragged across Friday's neck, and had to be caught by Carson, who deposited her in the common as Early tossed the stab-happy bastard into the front airlock. It took no small amount of time to herd the people into the kitchen when they'd seen how badly the doctor was needing medical attention, but eventually, he'd managed to force them up the stairs, even the swooned prostitute. Which left him to walk back out to the bloodied cargo hold. He never thought he'd see blood on his ship. Not his own crew's at least.

As he paced in front of the door, he knew it was only a matter of time until this sociopath returned to the waking, but it was all he could do to keep the door closed and not put a bullet to him. This man tried to kill his doctor. He stabbed her and tried to cut her throat. Every time something looked like it was going smooth, some hwoon dahn came along and roughed it up.

He'd been pacing for no short time when he finally registered in his brain that somebody really should put James' body back in its coffin.

He tried to pick the emaciated fellow up, but he was practically impossible to move, and when Jacob let him slip, he landed with an unusual thunk. Jacob wondered if all dead bodies were like that. Hadn't