Darkest chapter yet, and one that sent the whole thing spinning for a bit. I didn't know how to properly write this one for a bit, and I had to call in some help from some other writers to steer me proper. This one deals with Zane and his past, specifically how he comes to terms the way he grew up. This one takes cues from the unaired script Dead or Alive, if any took the time to read it.

This is also coming up on the end of the season, which means the season arcs are pulling together rather rapidly. The characters have been established, and now its just a matter of time.

All your Firefly are belong to Joss.

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Holdin' a Grudge

She'd seen the building before. Not her own self, but in pictures and over the Cortex, the massive structure they'd put together to house them's came to see the real reason for the building being there. Just behind where the admittedly impressive building stood, loomed the overawing bulk of Prometheus, the only remaining ark-ship what took humanity away from Earth-that-was.

At least, when she saw the pictures, the ship was there. Now, it was surprisingly missing. And the building was on fire.

"It didn't work," came Jacob's voice. She turned to look at him, staring sadly at the building. "Did it?"

When she saw him, she knew she was dreaming. Jacob still had that scar, but it was faded, and two brown eyes watched, steady as steel, as she took him in. How long had it been, that his hair could have gone so grey?

"No," came a woman's voice, and she turned to her other side. At first, she thought it was River Tam, but then she wasn't sure. After a moment, she was sure again, but once more it seemed time had slipped past her. This River was a woman, and a lovely one. Quite lovely, and quite pregnant. "They wouldn't listen to us."

Jacob sighed. "So there's nothin'. Nothin' but Reavers in the 'Verse."

A part of Sylvia calmly replied that there were only thirty thousand Reavers in the universe, but another part, a stronger part, denied he