Episode nine. How long have I waited for you. This one was relatively quick to write, and is paced a bit quicker than I would have liked, but it gets everything I wanted of it done, and leads up to the critical next episode, So Dark A Candle. This also brings in a change to one crew mate, and a possibility of losing one forever.

Also, an epiphany which some of you should have seen coming, by now, and a further jab toward the connection on the other ship which I've been bludgeoning y'all over the head with.

Firefly is the property of Joss Whedon. Legacy, is pretty much mine.

And feedback.... NOW!

Possession

The building was much as Syl had described it. Humble and well looked-after, a two story edifice of dark brown painted wooden boards which could have blended in damn near anywhere in the Border Worlds or Rim. The doors were also wood, of the same rich brown, and bound in iron. They were doors that usually stood open, inviting, but this early in the morning, long after midnight, long before the sunrise, they were closed. And appearantly locked.

There was still something of a crowd around, though. The occasional passer by who didn't give so much as a whit of acknowledgement, going about their late night/early morning routines in an obliviousness. Considering the closest thing he'd ever lived in to a city was Port Freud on Jiangyin, he was a bit baffled that not a soul cared to take their measure. Jacob pounded on the door again. Things weren't goin' good for the captain, and it was startin' to show on his face.

True, the ship weren't exactly in a good way. Losing two jobs in a row with a ship needin' maintanence the way Legacy did ate through every damn cent the boss had managed to save up. Hell, they hadn't even had enough to buy food. The ship's pantry was gettin' aweful damn empty, and even he was gettin' hard pressed to find something to turn into food.

Besides him and the captain, all the womanfolk of Legacy were milling about. Sylvia, as Zane heard, was their ticket in. Friday was her