Eighth in the series. Not particularly angsty or smutty.
Disclaimer: I broke them, it's only fair I try and put them back together. It's a slow process.
Rating: G for this part, R overall.
Feedback: Make me smile, c'mon, you know you want to. Comment here or email: wily_one24@yahoo.com.au
Comments: Italics and present tense are flashbacks.
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1. , 2. , 3. , 4. , 5. , 6. and 7. . *** 8. SMALL VICTORIES. Serenity, for all that she had been patient and indulgent in the midst of Kaylee’s personal hell, would not wait for ever. Kaylee yawned as she tightened the last bolt on the engine casing. She wondered, for a brief second before she dismissed the idea out of hand, if asking Mal for engine parts right now when he’d bend over backwards just to keep her happy was a mite manipulative. She stretched her neck, rolled it back and forth until the kinks were gone. It surprised her how easily she’d slept the night before, even given her bout of nightmares and restlessness. Surprised her how many times she’d woken and, feeling herself surrounded, felt relieved. Now, apart from them both, she felt torn. Simon was everything she’d always wanted. Smart, funny, swai, tender. Everything he did had a purpose, his whole career as a doctor was about helping people, about healing them, and he’d given everything he had to help River and he still did. She saw it, now and then, saw