*Joss is the greatest, I'm only borrowing his awesomeness of Serenity/Firefly.

This is my first fic, so be gentle in critism if you have any...also please lemme know if it is interesting enough to, well, keep your interest.

She’d still be a prisoner of that dusty lot if it wasn’t for him. Grounded and broken, the only thing she could do was look up at the beautiful, open sky and beg it to get a little bit closer. But it never would, and she soon lost faith in the possibility of ever flying again. But, when rain would come, it cleaned the desert of ’a her and renewed that faint ember of hope she held deep inside. However, rain doesn’t last forever in the desert, and soon the sun presented that gorgeous sapphire impossibility: the sky.

It was one of those days that never seems to end, especially when there don’t seem to be anything to do, or anyone to talk to. The sun was at it’s peak…and she was there…praying that great big blue would stop taunting her inability to grab it. Something was different though. There was a feeling inside her that kept growing…it had been since sunrise. She couldn’t quite place the strange feeling, a deep one that she felt in every nut and every bolt holdin’ her together. Had she been in working condition, she would’ve shuddered. And then she saw Mr. Wenton.

Frankfurt Wenton owned the lot she called home, and every ship on it. And Mr. Wenton was a dirty salesman. She watched him sell ships to more than a few foolish customers. Most of the ships he sold were in worse condition than her less than operational one. But that didn’t stop him from selling them to people, even if they were lacking in brain department. He didn’t bother on informing them the parts and pieces that they’d soon need in order to stay in the air and out in the black. He did his job, made his easy money, and never thought twice about what ever happened to his customers in the end.

Staring at Mr. Wenton from across the small distance separating them, she wished she had some way of ending his sha