(Hello everyone, this is my first-time publishing any of my content. This is absolutely nerve racking for me, but I hope you all enjoy. My story is a fan fiction from the TV show "Firefly", one of my favorite shows in the entire world. Let me know what you think, I will only post the first chapter just so you guys can give me feedback, I'll try and post a chapter every week.)

Chapter 1: Lost

The sound of sirens and enemy fire surrounded the ship, terrorized screams filled her ears as her shipmates and friends are being slaughtered like sick cattle. A bullet wound in her leg makes it almost impossible to run, let alone walk, but she was determined to find her sister before the safety vessels took off.

"ANABETH!" She screams as loud as her lungs will allow, fighting her way through the ships tunnels and corridors, hoping to run into her little sibling. "ANA, WHERE ARE YOU?!" Her cries become more and more desperate, her knowledge of navigating around the ship was like second nature, but during all this chaos her perception is clouded.

BANG… She watches an Alliance soldier fall to the ground and out walks a familiar face. Anabeth looks over at her sister holding her pistol close. "LYRA!" Both begin to cry as they run into each other's arms. "I'm so happy you're alright, where are the others?"

"They're loading up the last safety vessel; I was coming back for you. We don't have much time; the Alliance is closing in on the whole ship." Anabeth begins to help her sister with her leg and they both begin to fight their way to loading docks on the far side of the ship. The last of their crew is waiting for any stragglers before the rest of the enemy finally closes in on them.

"We thought you two wouldn't make it." The captain shouts as he ushers the sisters into the cabin.

BANG… Blindsided by an Alliance Soldier, Lyra falls to the ground. Shots are immediately being fired from Anabeth's pistol as her sister lies helpless on the floor. "DAMN YOU!" exclaims Anabeth as she empties her gun on the soldier who has already died. After dropping her pistol, she quickly rushes to her sister's side.

"Lyra, where are you hit...? Lyra…!" Her sister's gaze could be mistaken as a daydreamer, but it was too late. She was gone. "Sissy…! NO…!" Anger and mourning begin to swell up inside of her stomach but is quickly shaken as the Captain grabs Anabeth and drags her away from her dead sister.

"She's gone Ana, we have to go NOW!" His words cut deep into her mind like a dull knife, her heart can't take it and she began to fight back.

"I can't leave her! LYRA…!" Her pain could be felt by everyone left on the safety vessel. The doors close and they are immediately lifted off into the deep space away from the abandoned ship. Anabeth turns to the Captain and buries her face into his chest as she releases screams and cries of ultimate suffering. All anyone could do at this point is sit and watch her; nothing could help ease the pain. The Captain holds her tightly and lets her fall apart, she had the right to.

"What will we do now, Captain…?" One of the crew members speaks up even though Anabeth is still hysterical. "Those bastards found us and attacked without us even knowing, and now we're all that's left."

"We'll have to lay low, find a distant planet that the Alliance won't suspect us fleeing to. The last thing we need to let them get to Ana…" He looks down at her still sobbing and lightly begins to stroke her hair. "We may have to go separate ways after finding a safe place. This fight isn't over…"

Hours go by and Anabeth has moved to the window of the vessel looking out at the stars, nobody has said much of anything. With a heavy sigh, Anabeth stands up and walks over to the pilot's seat where the Captain is sitting. In the distance, a planet shows itself. The Captain reaches over and begins to prepare for landing. Meanwhile, Anabeth looks down and sees that there isn't any indication of a planet on the map. "Where are we?"

The Captain gives a smile and nods towards the auburn planet. "Sihnon…"

5 years later…

"KICK HIM!"

"SMASH HIS TEETH IN!"

The men in the crowd were almost as violent as the fighters in the ring. Anabeth could hardly hold it in her strength was slowly fading. She had to win this fight; it was the ultimate one on one against the unbeatable Spencer Wilde. She had fought her way up the ranks for this moment, and her legs were buckling under her. But she was winning… for now. It was the first time a woman has entered the fighting world. In the beginning, all the men wouldn't even come to the matches because they thought it was a joke. Little did they know Anabeth's history, all they saw was a little girl in a skimpy dress that lived at the inn run by a bunch of whores… literally.

"You can't beat me, whore…" Spencer spoke lightly but his fists were heavier and harder than steel. His stance was straight and firm, he was a wall. Anabeth just looked at him and spit out her mouth guard, managing to recompose herself. "Oh, so you want more Wilde, let me give it to you freely." Lounging full force at her with his fist held back ready to punch the daylights out of her. SWOOSH… He missed… The crowd laughs at his overreaching attempt at a blow like that, Anabeth moves to the far side of the ring and snickers at him.

"What's the matter, baby. I mean, I know I'm a woman, but you don't have to miss just to make me feel good." Knowing that he's building up the anger for being in a losing fight with a woman made her start to laugh, the men behind her pat her on the back in full support. They would say, "You got this, Anabeth, kick his ass." This validated the fact everyone loved her. "Come on, Spence… If you can manage to hit me just once in the face, I'll forfeit and we can all go home, your move…"

"AHH!" He runs full speed towards her with all that he has left. She readies herself and just as he is inches away her fist finds the perfect place on his jaw. She gave it all she had as well, the crowd watches in complete shock as Spencer Wilde falls backward almost flying, hitting the ground like a falling tree. The referee runs up and checks to see if he's still breathing and he goes from concern to relief. Suddenly, the crowd counts down from five, and when they saw Spencer wasn't getting up, they began to cheer. Anabeth, raising her hands to the sky began to dance around the ring as the men around her laughed and howled at her success. They began chanting her name and some of them even came into the ring to hug her.

The end of the night rolls around and Anabeth travels up to the office to collect her winnings, over 200 Platinum. "You did well, kid. This is the first time anyone has ever beaten that arrogant ass. Maybe this time he'll keep his trap shut about how good he is at the pub." The bank teller was always a kind man to Anabeth, mostly because she worked for Nandi at the inn, which they both had cahoots with each other in the past. He handed her the money that had been saved from the first time she walked in wanting to fight. Anabeth says her thanks and walks out. The streets are mostly empty except for the drunkards that got kicked out of the pubs and the prostitutes looking for some fun. She makes her way down to the inn; Nandi is already waiting for her outside.

"Did you win…?" She looks at Anabeth worried like a mother would a child. All Anabeth could do was hold up the huge pouch of coins and smile. Nandi quickly ran to her, hugging her proudly. "I knew you would! I'm so happy for you…" But she quickly pulls away and begins to inspect Anabeth's face. "Did he get you in the face?" Once she sees no bruising or cuts, she backs off, but she still smiles brightly at her. "Well, come on inside before it gets too cold. Also, there's a man waiting for you in your room."

"But… You know I only work as the barkeep…"

"I know, but he asked for you specifically, he even gave me platinum just to keep quiet... Don't tell him I told you though. Now up those stairs…" While talking Nandi was fixing Anabeth's hair and making sure she "looked the part" as she likes to say sometimes. Anabeth swatted her away once she was done and couldn't help but hide her winnings behind the counter in the safe before going up. A million thoughts ran through her head like a movie reel out of control. She cautiously but gracefully walked up the stairs, and before she reached the door, she made sure her pistol was ready and within her reach. She opened the door like she would any other day and she walked over to her dresser as she began to undress, fully aware of the man standing by the window looking outward she pretended not to notice.

"I heard about that fight you won, Miss Campbell…" his voice was low and stern… but charismatic and almost playful. Anabeth quickly turns around and her pistol is pointing directly at his head as if his voice startled her.

"Who are you…?" Her voice was soft but fierce. She could hear the play in his tone, but she didn't want to. She kept her pistol steady and ready to fire at any second; her aim was not to be underestimated. He quickly put his hands up and turned around to face her. His face was that of an angel, but his eyes spoke a different story. His attire reminded her of what her Captain used to wear back when the rebellion was fresh. She was almost tempted to lower her weapon, but she knew better than that. "How do you know my name?"

"Do you mind putting the gun down? I'm unarmed…" He pulls back his coat and reveals an empty holster. Anabeth puts her gun down and looks over at him. He's smart, but she was clever.

"So, what brings you to Sihnon, and what do you want with me…" Her eyes changed from cautious to playful, she knew how to get into a man's head. She began to walk towards him slowly and she kept her eyes fixed on his. He just looked at her in awe.

"I… was just… passing through, and I remembered a good buddy of mine mentioned you and how good you were…" His voice began to break as she got closer, her hands inching up his torso and he could feel the heat of her body against his.

"So, I guess my name is quite popular…" Her giggle made him get the chills, she had him now. "So, what's your pleasure, I'll do anything you want me to…" Her arms made their way around his midsection, under his coat. His hands rested on her hips like a timid little boy.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a fighting ring…?" Voice still cracking, he doesn't notice her hands moving all over his back and close to his pistol hidden behind him.

"I guess you could say I like it rough…" He looks down at her and sees her eyes staring right at him lustfully. He leans down to meet her lips but is stopped when the barrel of his own pistol is being pointed at his temple. She found his hidden gun and he looks at her blushing. "I thought you said you were unarmed, you lied to me"

"I am a man of my word; I just can't let my enemy know everything I'm packing."

"So, I'm an enemy to you now?"

"That's not what I meant…"

"Sure, I believe you. Just like I believed you when you told me you weren't carrying." She gets him down on his knees and cocks his pistol. He starts to get nervous.

"Alright, I'm a smuggler. I was buddies with your Captain during the rebellion and he told me when he's gone to come find you here on Sihnon!" He took a deep breath afterward and looked up at Anabeth. She wasn't buying it. "I have proof, look…" He holds up a memory disk and he handed it to her. "He sent me that message before he was captured by the Alliance." Anabeth looks at him in disbelief and almost sadness. She takes the disk and inserts it into her call screen on the wall, in seconds the face of her old Captain shows up and she immediately falls back in her seat. The sound of her Captain began to fill her ears.

"Malcolm, if you are receiving this message then I am already dead. I need one last favor from you as you know we rebels look out for each other. You are the only person I would trust with this, and I know you are the best smuggler in the entire galaxy. There is a woman who is of great importance to me; she was once part of my crew before the Alliance attacked us. They were looking for her and her sister. Anabeth is the only one left. I protected her with all I had to make sure the Core didn't find her; I failed her sister and I promised Ana I would put my life on the line for her. If she doesn't believe you, which I know she won't. Show her this message… Ana… If you are watching this, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but this was the only way to make sure you were safe. I'm so proud of you. I must go now, I love you Anabeth. Goodbye." The transmission cuts off and the screen turns black and all that is left is the reflection of Anabeth in tears. The memory disk pops out of the player and she holds it in her palm.

"How did you find me on Sihnon…?" Her voice cracked as she tried to hold back her tears. Malcolm just stood where he was and grunted.

"I didn't think he would hide you here, but my gut told me to come here anyway. We used this planet to hide from the Alliance when the war broke out…" He chuckled under his breath. "Good times…"

"I just can't believe he's gone… Those bastards, all this just to find me…" She stands up and walks towards the window and looks out into the night. She wipes the tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry for pulling your gun on you…" A slight chuckle escapes her lips and Malcolm chuckles with her.

"Wouldn't be the first time…" He laughs a little more and he walks over to her slowly. "Now, let's get you off this rock and back into the game…" Anabeth turns towards him and she nods her head. He smiles brightly and he walks off, before leaving the room he turns back and looks at her. "I'll be back in the morning with Jayne to help you… Goodnight Miss Campbell…"

"Please, call me Ana…" She looks back at him and smiles shyly. His face turns red and he nods. She shuts the door behind him. A few seconds go by and she slides to the floor in tears again, the memories of the night she lost her sister began flooding her mind. Now her Captain is dead she has nobody left, her heart was heavy with grief and old wounds reopening. It was like a nightmare that she thought she had buried a long time ago. Anabeth finally gets up to go to her bed and she buries her face in the pillow and cries herself to sleep. Tomorrow will mark the day she finally leaves her hiding spot and faces the world again.