This is it. The Season Finale, a spectacle in two parts. In my everpresent quest to remain unpredictable, I wrote this story from a completely different perspective, telling a story about the crew of Legacy through the eyes of them as ain't Legacy. Only the last snippet was done in a familiar voice. This also backfills what's happened to Serenity's bunch over the course of the season.

This episode has it all; Jayne screamin' in confusion, Inara remembering a fistfight, Mal worrying, two weddings and a sharp, pointy sword. All the leadin' up is done with. Now, all that's left is lookin' the devil in the eye.

All your Serenity are belong to Joss. Everythin' else is MINE!

Come on, would givin' some feedback kill you?

The Big Damn Job, Part 1 (Flipside)

Jayne's eyes popped open as a final snore reverberated off of the walls of his bunk. Gorramit, he thought. Why couldn't they just leave him the hell alone. His damn bunk, they'd agreed on it. 'Sides, he was powerful tired after that last night. Avoiding the little psycho was becoming a full-time gorram occupation.

He tugged the blanket closer around himself, trying desparately to ignore the pounding at his bunk's door, of Mal's constant and incessant cries for awake and alarm. Weren't nothin' out this way, so close to Paquin. Not even Reavers on their best ever made it this deep. Just thinkin' of those... things... set Jayne's skin to crawlin'. Finally, as if his monumental will finally told the captain to go g'en hoe-tze bi dio-se, the noise stopped. He smiled cunningly and rolled over.

A pair of big dark eyes stared back at him.

"GORRAM!" he bellowed, pushing himself away from his bunk and colliding with the far wall. The hiss of the doorlock being manually overridden registered weakly in his drowsy and more than a bit addled mind. "What the hell are you doin' in my gorram bunk?!"

"Wanted to be warm," River answered simply, pulling the covers over herself more fully, cocooning herself. "You were very warm. Very comfortable."

"Jayne," Mal sai