The characters and such are not mine. I'm not as creative as Joss with his super brain.

OK. I had written this a while back but the feedback said they wanted more. I am here to serve. Feedback is still good.

For my sanity, I’m pretending that the movie didn’t happen or the comic. I am very attached to the crew.

Here's to good stories and good story tellers.

Part 3

“So, let’s go over this one more time. He gives you a look and you immediately go to your old war trunk to get your arsenal out?”

The second Mal had come out of the infirmary, Zoe had headed straight to their bunk. Wash had noticed her determination and instantly joined her.

“Sweetie, you know how complicated our past is. We were taught to recognize suggestion without words. It also helped that for years upon years, we were the only people to talk to. You start to recognize gestures in a person when they are the only person you have had any contact with for months. Just like now. I can tell you are confused and irritated.”

Zoe had been placing old weapons she had used in the war on a blanket on the bed. Weapons that hadn’t seen the light of day in years. With every one she placed on the bed, Wash would pick one up, turn it over in his hands, and set it back down. He acted as if he knew what most were for but Zoe knew he didn’t which brought a small smile to the corners of her mouth

“Well, yes, of course I am. I’m always left in the dark.”

Wash’s voice was starting to elevate. Zoe knew that if she didn’t sit him down and let him in on some of what she was privy to, it would just lead to a fight. She also knew, that although she fought with her husband sometimes, the idea of her going on a mission and dying never left the tiny recesses of her thoughts.

Zoe stood from the trunk and sat next to Wash on the edge of the bed. She took his hands in her’s and looked into his eyes.

“O.k. Your right. This is what I know so far. No one knows if for sure if this is right but this is what the Captain thinks is going on.”

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