"Is it just me, or does she get weirder everyday?" Jayne asked, looking behind him to Malcolm. They looked down on the lower deck to River, having an episode. They watched as Simon reached out, trying to calm her down as she just shrieked and tried to push him away. Jayne rolled his eyes. "Honestly, we would be so much better off if we hadn't have even bothered with the sibling felons."
"Last I recalled we were all felons." Zoë stated, walking up to the two as she crossed her arms, watching. "Besides, having a doctor on board is nice. Especially with our captain leads us into our daily death traps in which someone gets shot."
Malcolm was quiet for a moment before looking to Zoë, offended. "Hey!" He started, realizing she was mocking his methods as captain. "I take care of things just fine. And look, we are all alive and well. Besides, things don't happen daily…"
He was cut off as the radio buzzed and a loud buzzing started to sound. The red lights flashed, reflecting off everything as Wash's voice filled the air. "Uh, Sir, you might want to get up here and look at this." Wash started as Malcolm sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Impeccable timing honey." Zoë called out as Malcolm gave another pout. He started walking off as Zoë and Jayne glanced at each other, wondering what the problem with the ship was this time. They heard a shriek down below as Jayne gave a growl and walked after Malcolm, not wanting to listen to any more of River's episode.
"Wait… is that a joke?" Wash asked as Zoë just chuckled, deciding to follow the others and see what the problem was as well. "Did I miss something?" He asked, after hearing no reply. He sighed, switching off the radio as he crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair. "I always miss out on the jokes. Because I'm stuck up here, having to bring the word to the captain that we are going to die in a fiery and most likely painful death."
"Fiery and painful death? Whose dying now?" Mal started, stepping into the room as Jayne followed in behind him.
"I don't wanna."
"We aren't." Malcolm interrupted Jayne, obviously against the whole blowing up as well. He stepped up to the computers behind Wash's chair as he crossed his arms, staring off out the window for a moment, everything going quiet. "So, um, why are we going to die?"
"Well, I caught a glimpse of the show. Something broke off the right drive pod. Kaylee is down there figuring out how long we can go before, well, more things break off and as I mentioned, the fiery and painful death. We're too far from any port on any planet." Wash explained, looking back down into the computers as he began to type in a flurry, stopping after a few moments to look back at Malcolm. "We have thirty minutes… says Kaylee. Hey, Sweetie, that's enough for a quickie, right?" Wash asked, looking to Zoë who had just entered the room.
Jayne looked uncomfortably away as Malcolm looking deep in thought. "Find the nearest ship, we'll need their help. Even… even if it's an Alliance ship." He decided, as everyone winced, thinking about the number of times they had been searched by the Alliance… and it never got any better.
Wash pulled out the speaker, pressing down the button as he looked to the others for a moment before talking. "Firefly class ship Serenity, seeking assistance from any spacecraft." He sent out the order as his finger slid from the button, waiting to hear a reply.
"Phoenix class transport ship Hyperion to Serenity. You are free to connect with our ship for repair." A voice buzzed as everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Send your coordinates so we can come find you." The voice added as Wash nodded, handing the speaker to Malcolm as he began to type into the computers.
"Phoenix class? That's almost as old as Firefly. They only made a few of those because the materials it was made from were too expensive… and rare." Malcolm pointed out, thinking for a moment they saw a ship in sight in front of them. "Mighty fast there. We're ready for docking."
Malcolm handed the speaker back to Wash who put it back. He looked back to Malcolm. He started walking to the door as he gazed back to the others, staring at him, waiting for orders. "Grab your gun. Just in case they aren't as kind hearted as they sound." He said, his hand going to his holster as he traced his fingers over his own.
Jayne smiled and nodded. "Alright." He said, up for the challenge as he walked past Malcolm to go to his room and choose a gun. "I'm kind of hopin' they are pirates, wanting to raid us. Give me a chance to kill somebody." He mumbled to himself as he walked away.
"Well Sir, I best be waiting for them to show up." Zoë said, patting Wash on the shoulder before she walked out to go to the cargo bay and wait our new friends." She walked out as Malcolm followed behind her until he was stopped by Inara.
"Well, word has traveled that Serenity has broken once more. How are we surviving this time?" She asked him softly as he looked down at her, getting a little nervous as he scowled at her to avoid showing it.
"We're docking with another transport ship. No worries Inara, Serenity has never let me down, she's not about to now. We just need to fix her up a little bit." Malcolm explained as they both started going down the steel stairs and walked across the beam to watch as the doors opened. Her hands gripped the chains as she watched. Zoë stood in front of the doors as they opened, her shotgun in hand as she waited.
"Bloody hell, you offer to help a crew and their ship and they greet you with guns!" A man in a leather duster pointed out, walking onto the ship and looking to Zoë. He was a thin, pale man with short curly light brown hair.
"Just making sure you aren't someone playing us." Malcolm called out as the man looked up, staring at the captain for a moment as he frowned. Something about Malcolm seemed familiar to the man, but he didn't ask.
A larger well built man walked in behind the first, wearing a similar duster but with short spiked dark colored hair. He scowled, spying the weapons pointed at them. "I hate guns." He spouted having long had something against the guns.
"I wouldn't say that, they get the job done. I'm Captain Malcolm Reynolds, this ship, Serenity, is mine. The woman with the gun is Zoë." He started, going to the stairs as he walked up to them.
"I'm Angel, this is Spike." Angel introduced as a figure walked out from behind them. A small girl in a red dress and deep red lipstick with long brown hair who came up from behind Spike. She smiled at them, showing her perfect white teeth. "And this is Fred."
"Gosh, it's so nice to see other people. Being cooped up with these two gets really boring. I've never seen two men who could argue more. Oh, I'm the mechanic of the Hyperion, so if you could help me and point me in the right direction to…" She started as Kaylee stepped out, dropping her wrench as her jaw dropped.
"You're the mechanic? You're so pretty and dressed up though…are you sure you want to get that dress all dirty?" She asked, thinking she was enough of a shock being a mechanic, but this girl?
"You'd be surprised what Blue can do." Spike said, pausing after a moment, seeing everyone's look as Angel let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. "We nicknamed her Blue." He added after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"Go do your thing Fred." Spike said as Fred gazed back at Spike, her innocence smile disappearing as she gave him that intellectual gaze. She cocked her head and nodded before turning back and walking over to Kaylee, her face back to resemble the shell, Winifred.
"That's my girl." Spike pointed out to the others. After being alive for so many years, and getting to know each other, Spike learned to ignore Illyria's hatred for humanity and the world. She could actually be fun if you got her away from Angel—they clashed when together.
"You wouldn't be part of the Alliance, would you?" Malcolm asked as him and Angel shook his hands. He pulled his hand back, looking confused. "Cold hands." He pointed out.
"We have a cold ship. No, we don't work for the Alliance. We stay on the outskirts and sometimes go to Alliance ports; we have a friend who is a connection who can get us pretty much everything we need."
"Relative." Spike interrupted, pointing to Angel. "He has family in the Alliance who gets us what we want. Not friend."
Angel growled, shooting a look to Spike. That relative would be his family. Connor had gotten a regular life, married and had children… Angel kept in contact with them up unto Sam. Sam, still being part demon was amazingly strong and was a bounty hunter. He knew what Angel was, Angel's stories having been passed down every generation. He helped Angel when it was required, but besides that Angel kept his distance, against the rules of the Alliance. Angel was pretty much against the human civilization at this point.
"Family issues? We all seem to have some of those." A voice called out as everyone looked to Book, coming down the stairs. Spike and Angel both flinched; they can easily see what he was. They could see his soul; he was a man of god. The question they both wondered is that if he saw what they were. Damned men. Vampires. For all eternity. Soulled and forever seeking redemption that will never come.