A/N: This is my first venture into this verse and I am dabbling in it so please let me know what you thing and I am not sure yet where this is going yet. This will either be a Five/Three ship or a Three/OC ship. But Three and Five are the main focus.
The crew was scattered. Two had been re-taken by Alex. Android had been destroyed and Six was missing and Five had been kidnapped. Three was the only left and he was hunting for the remaining crew members that were known to be alive. He had unfortunately found Two's fate; she had been re-programmed as it were and her entire memory had been wiped and she was no longer the woman she had once been and eventually he found that Six has been captured by the GA and executed on site. Three years had passed and no word on Six of Five. He hoped some how they were together. Five was smart and resourceful hopefully she had started a new life some where and was doing well for her self. She was nineteen now.
Portia Kal Boone ran through the woods soundlessly. She hadn't been hunted like this in a long a time. She still remembered how she had gotten free of the people that had truly hardened her and turned her into the true killer that she had become. Two had been "erased", Six was dead, Android had been recycled and Three was no-where to be found. She figured it was fate wasn't much better than her own. Little did she know that he was still looking for her after all this time. Five slowed down and crutched down. "Shit, shit, shit." She whispered over and over to herself. She was out of bullets for the little pistol that she had and she had used all of her throwing daggers a ways back.
Three had tracked a group of slavers there were looking for a woman that had escaped and apparently she had caused quite a few deaths. When he wasn't looking for Five to see how she had turned out he looked for people who needed help and slavers were always top at his list. He didn't remember his past any longer but he knew that who ever he had became as Three was who he wanted to be.
Seamus came up on her left and Patrick came up on her right and she tried to fight back but the two men out powered and out weighed her one on one the only way that she had stayed ahead was her stamina and her wits. Portia was smart and she was good at fighting but she was not like any of t he female fighters that she had known. She only killed out of necessity but it was becoming more and more necessary. Seamus grabbed her from behind and Patrick grabbed her legs. She screamed shrilly, loud enough for it to echo around the woods. Patrick punched her hard enough for her to consciousness. They began to rip and tear at her clothes. Little did they know that her scream had been heard by on of the most vicious predators in the known galaxy.
Three stealthily made his way to the sound of the screams that he had heard and what he saw made him sick. Two huge bastards a small stature girl down on the ground and knocked out. All her clothes had been cut from her body and the man on top her self was reading his self to push into her. With out blinking Three took both men out and rushed to the girl's sign and his heart stopped for a moment. This was not a girl this was a woman with black kohl around her eyes, bright red lips, long black curly hair with dark green highlights weaved into the curls and across her chest was the word Raza tattooed in black. He had found her and she wasn't the little girl he had once known. Five had grown up. Three quickly pulled his worn and leather jacket off and wrapped it around Five and picked her up in his arms and began carrying her toward The Maurder.
Portia started to come to from the blow that the large man had given her. She knew that she should fight for her survival she could feel arms underneath her; carrying her. She was so tried of fighting and if she just let her self drift off she could almost pretend that she was in the arms on the only "family" member that she had left and that his warm leather jacket was covering her and that she was safe. Yes this is the way that she would die. She would die pretending that she was din Three's arms. After all she had taken Two and Three's names and forged the most important parts of her new identity. Yes, Portia Boone would die in the memories of the people that she loved and that loved her back. "Three." She whispered as she drifted back to asleep.