We Aim to Misbehave

Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly/Serenity. I don't own the characters. Joss Whedon does. Thanks Joss, amazing shows always make for good stories.

Notes: I'm in love with the entire Serenity crew. Though Mal holds a special spot in my heart. This is after the time of Serenity, but Wash never died, book did. It's six months later. Enjoy.

Rating: M

Pairing: Captain Malcolm Reynolds xXx Victoria Maria Heldrys (plus the rest of the serenity crew)

Theme: Romance, Adventure, Mystery, Friendship, Suspense, Syfy

Author: Victoria Flame aka Flame

We aim to misbehave. At least that's what Mal thought as they landed on the moon that was populated by the Horden Settlers. They were droppin' off cargo. Food and medicine. The usual. And a few extras. There was even someone respectable, though without Inara it didn't matter so much. She'd left again, deciding to leave. He couldn't blame her. Wash had been hurt pretty badly, and it was just Mal and River flying the ship, six months after Miranda. Zoe wasn't lettin' her husband fly. Not yet anyways. Simon agreed, so Mal was stuck flying the Serenity. He wasn't to happy about that, but it was better 'n not having him.

Mal stood with Jayne, and Zoe. The ramp was lowered, and the sight of six men and women were waiting. All with guns. Mal's hand went to his own, moving the brown coat slightly. "Don't, Captain Reynolds. You don't want to go there." Came the lead man's voice. Mal gave him a long look.

"We got your shipment. We ain't lookin' for trouble." He said calmly, glancing at Zoe. She took a step back, and grabbed the hover board. "See. We got the goods, now pay up." Mal said softly.

"I heard that you got more on that ship than just goods." Came the man's growl. Mal stiffened. Jayne did too. Did they know about Simon and River? Mal frowned.

"Don't know what ya'll are talkin' 'bout." He said smoothly, waiting. "Just take the goods, give us the money, and we'll go," he responded. He could feel Jayne moving behind him. Doing something. He hoped they'd just take the money.

"Don't play with me Reynolds. We want the Jewels." Snapped the man, taking a step forward. Mal swore inwardly.

"I don't know what your talkin' about." Just then a shot rang out, it grazed his shoulder. "OW!" he snarled as he drew his gun, but Zoe and Jayne were shooting. He ducked. It was the smart thing to do. Of course he ducked by launching himself at the leader. Not so smart. He hit the man in the knees, and they both ended up rolling down the ramp. Somehow the bastard had gotten on the ramp, and Mal was going to take care of it.

Mal wrested with the man, but the man got on top, and started to punch him. A shot to the head had him collapse on Mal. "Help." Mal said, as he realized the fight was over. "He's heavy." Then the body moved off his body.

"Better Captain?" Zoe asked looking down at him. He grinned.

"A great deal." He answered taking her hand to stand up. "Though our pay just… died." He muttered. "Maybe the town'll have some use for it." He said as he walked back on board, waving at the boxes.

"Really Captain? Just move on? But what 'bout the pay? I get ten present if you don't remember! Ten present of nothin' is nothin'!" Jayne complained. Mal was actually happy. The men were just gonna sell it to the town with extreme prices. Not right exactly.

"You'll get your pay Jayne. Don't worry. Come on Zoe, tell River we're goi-" He was cut off by the ship shifting into gear as the door closes.

"Got it Captain. We're heading to the town now." Came River's voice over the com. He shook his head, finally the pain from his arm coming through. "Go to Simon, Captain. Pain isn't good for bein' respectable." Came her voice. She'd changed since Miranda. She was smoother, calmer. Happier even. Though she got quirky. Right now she was doing well. She was a good co-pilot. A good back up for Wash.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'." He snapped. Her reading his mind every chance she got, was extremely annoying. He shrugged off the hand of Zoe as he climbed the stairs, and headed up into the infirmary, passing the kitchen. "Doc? Got myself shot."

"Again?" Simon asked as he came forward from checking on Wash, who was on the bed, sleeping. "You always get hurt. Can't you be more careful?" Simon asked, shoving him into a chair, and helping Mal take off his jacket. Which was gonna have to be fixed… again. But he was patched up just as they landed. "Don't get hurt again Malcolm. We do need you." Simon said, in a moment of sentimentality. Mal nodded as he grabbed his coat and shrugged it on.

He walked out into the sun and blinked. Bright. "We good Zoe?" he asked as he glanced at her.

"Of course Sir. Let's go. I talked to Welhelm. He's willin' to pay more. We just need to get there." She said as they dodged a truck full of somethin'. Mal didn't want to know. His blue eyes searched the crowd. "No one else is gonna leave the ship. Just us. Let's go."

Mal nodded, and headed to where Welhelm's place was. Zoe was on his right as he practically swam through the people. The funny thing was… the Horden Settlers were remnants of Shadow. Shadow had been… destroyed in the war. It was unlivable. But those who'd gotten off Shadow were alive, and for some odd reason had called themselves the Horden. He never asked why, and he would never call himself Horden. He was Shadow. Browncoat. Independent. That was who he was. Malcolm. Captain Reynolds. What ever he needed to be. Welhelm was… interesting. A leader of the Horden here. And Mal respected him, but Welhelm? Well he thought Mal was wasting his time.

They arrived about fifteen minutes later. Mal waited as the man at the door looked him over, and waited for Welhelm's ok. Then they were nodded through. He lead the way into the big room that housed Welhelm's abode. Or at least where he did business. "Malcolm Reynolds. It's great to see you alive. Of course I've got to ask what my little brother is doin' here. He can't have been here doin' something legal could he?"