She felt so old, sitting alone in the corner of that lot, waiting to be picked apart for scrap and spare parts. Waiting to die. She'd been so long on this world, in this corner. Maybe she had died, and didn't even notice.

And then he came.

He said she was beautiful when others said she was a pile of junk. She wasn't much to look at, truth be told. Just a simple Firefly class transport ship, well past her prime. He wanted to make her fly again.

The way he moved about her, cleaning away the grime and rust, told her he loved her. He brought her back to life, erasing the passage of time. Then he gave her something she hadn't had in decades.

He gave her a name.