It’s been a few weeks since I posted the last chapter. I’ve been busy, that whole working for a living thing, and a massive case of writer’s block. I’ve taken my “Anonymous’” comments to heart and have tried to work with other points of view and other people in the Firefly universe – it does make for a better story. Thanks to D and Mal4Prez for putting up my kvetching about writer’s block. Lastly I always think starting at the beginning is good, so if you haven't been keeping up with me (or have forgotten things): First off, shame on you! Second here are all of the chapters from the beginning:

, , , , , , , , , and http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=9071”> Chapter 13.

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The crew was assembled in the cargo bay of Serenity. Wash, Zoë, Dr. Mengle (aka Simon) and Captain Reynolds on one side of the bay. Wash, Zoë, and Mal were chatting about what dinner was going to be that that night; who was cooking and the possibility of a poker game that evening. It was Wash’s to cook; that made everyone happy, he was one of the better cooks on board. Right now the chore wasn’t so much cooking as it was cajoling, cajoling the crew to not whine about molded protein. Simon was standing a little to one side of the conversation all nervous, twisting a damp handkerchief around in his hands.