Disclaimers: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all characters. I'm just borrowing them for fun not money.

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Finding Trouble

Mal glanced around the dusty, ragged moon where they were parked. Work had been dry for weeks, and he needed to find something. A rim moon always had some job needing to be done. His eyes shifted to Simon, who was disguised as an oily mechanic, swaddled in an old, rather large, pair of coveralls. He wanted no repeats of what happened on Jiangyin.

Using his best captain-y voice, he ordered, "Kaylee, take River, Jayne, and Dr. Grease with you to the junkyard to find your compression coil. Zoë and I will see if the locals have any work. Wash'll be stayin' here. Everyone stay alert. This moon can harbor some unfriendlies."

"Me? No ruttin' hell. I ain't wantin' ta visit no scrap heap when theys work to be had," Jayne argued, arms crossed defiantly.

"Yes, you do," Mal informed, glaring at the mercenary challengingly. "You keep 'em safe."

Kaylee wiped her fingers along an inside track of the ramp and began to smudge a grease streak on Simon's face. "Have ta look the part ta play the part," she whispered happily.

"Kaylee," Simon kindly huffed, "is this really necessary?" He pulled and fidgeted with his baggy coveralls, definitely preferring his tailored clothing or, at least, clothes that fit.

"Yep. 'Sides, you look shiny all smeared in grease," she answered, kissing the tip of his nose before saying, "Let's go. We're gonna need all the light we can get." She wiped her hands on her coveralls and started walking towards the nearest junkyard.

With Kaylee leading, Simon and River fell into step behind her as Jayne clomped along after them. They could hear Mal and Zoë leave on the mule.

"How are you going to get clean? Mother would have a conniption," River enlightened her brother. "And, poor Father's heart would suffer from cardiac arrest."

The doctor crinkled his nose at his sister's comments and rubbed at his face. The dirt