A/N: My first Firefly story.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
The first time Captain Malcom Reynolds saw the ship, he was in love. The ship was better looking than any woman he had meet; only people like Kaylee would agree with him on that. The dealer had thought him a might strange for picking the firefly over the ship the dealer was showin'. Mal walked to the little ship to see more of her. As soon as he placed a hand, he knew what to name her: Serenity.
"You're a good boat," he coached the ship as he stepped inside and felt at home. A ship like this was old, but it had class. More class than any of the other boats in the yard. He reached out and touched the ship as he walked around. He sat in the pilot's chair and stroked the controls more lovingly than he touched a lover, or himself for that matter.
He turned to the dealer with a twinkle in his eye.
"Does she fly?"