Hey folks! I have become obsessed with this amazing show Firefly, and felt I just had to write something. I don't know how well it will be liked, because I am putting in a character, but you guys tell me how much you want her to be featured. She will inevitably become a crewmember, but I will try my hardest to focus on the rest at the same time.

For those of you who like Pirates of the Caribbean and have seen its sequel, I started a story set just after the ending. You won't want to read it if you haven't seen the movie! It's not on my profile, it's on the joint account I have with my cousins, "The 4 Marauders". It was written as a fic exchange between us, and so we have posted it on that account. If you are interested, go ahead and read it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly, unfortunately; Joss Whedon is the brilliant mind who has come up with it. I am just borrowing the characters for a spell.

She sat in a dark corner of the bar, twirling a strand of dark red hair, watching the three outlanders sipping their drinks and playing cards. The one female of the group was dark skinned, and sat stoically watching her two comrades make fools of themselves, her eyebrow slightly raised. The two men were unsuccessfully trying to bluff that their hands were vastly superior, that they would win and take all. Being slightly inebriated made this effect rather hilarious, as the smaller man with short brown hair laid a not-so-impressive set of cards down, grinning for all the world as if it was just the opposite.

"That's a bold move, sir." The woman said.

"I like to live on the limb, Zoe. No, the edge, yeah, tha's right." He said, slurring his words together.

Giving him a look, she laid down her cards and both men stopped short, gaping.

"Maybe not on the edge, s'not so fun." The man decided, the bigger guy nodding dumbly.

Brianna shook her head, and left the bar, wondering why in the 'verse outlanders would voluntarily come to K'ton, of all places. She decided to take the short cut home, she was anxious to avoid Them; this route took her through a couple alleys, but took half the time. Besides, if there was trouble, she'd just hide in the shadows and wait 'til they left. She had a natural sense of stealth, her brother said, she'd sneak up behind him and he'd never know what hit him, every time. She didn't consider it a weird talent, she just walked softly and was rarely heard – got her outta some right trouble spots in the past, too.

At the thought of her brother, she felt a wave of sadness and grief crash over her.

One day he had rushed home from work, all excited and wide-eyed like, and was actin' like he had demons on his tail. When he saw her doing her lessons at the kitchen table, he ran to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, gripping hard.

"They're coming for me, Bri. I gotta get outta here, I just gotta," He frantically looked about the kitchen as if expecting 'Them' to come out of the woodwork. His gaze swivelled around and saw her again, and he shook her. "Bri, they'll come after you too. As soon as you can, get off the planet. Go somewhere where they won't follow, y'hear? Get away! They won't stop hunting you 'til y'do."

More than a little confused, she tried to calm him down, and asked him who, who was following him and why they were so intent on getting her too?

"No time fo' that, little Bri. I gotta get me away, and it's best you do the same. You'll understand someday." With that, he looked her in the eye, then kissed her on the forehead. She blinked, and he was gone, jacket whipping out of sight around the corner.

Next day, her family was shocked to see on the Cortex and various bulletins around the city that her brother's body had been found dead in the back streets. She remembered thinking, 'I guess he didn' get out in time.'

The next month, she started getting the funny feeling that someone was watching her, but when she looked back, of course they weren't there. It only happened in public places that were real busy, like the marketsquare, or the cantina downtown. On her way around she was able to shake off the elusive feeling, passing it off as paranoia from her brother's last words.

Needing to relax, she had made her way into the little-known bar that she found a while back, the one that charged a bit too much and gave too little. It was a good place to hide though, and she felt she had a good vantage point from wherever she sat in the room.

Here she was surprised to find them outlanders, sitting and drinking as if they owned the place. Shaking her head, hoping they weren't carrying too much cash, she made her way to the counter and asked the bartender for a drink. After thanking him she retreated into that dark corner where she could see all the goings-on, see anyone coming in. After keeping a close watch for suspicious people and the Regulators for a half hour, she got bored, and was soon entertained by the drunken antics of the male outlanders playing cards.

She was broken out of her thoughts by the sounds of low male voices having an urgent discussion. She ducked behind a corner, and looked around to see how quickly she could get past; the one man was clearly a Regulator by the look of his crisp white uniform.

She saw that a door to a shop was nearby, and she could duck in there without them ever knowin' she'd been there, but she stopped short when she heard what they were saying.

"Man called Badger, he's my tip-off, see? He says he deals wit' 'em."

The Regulator looked slightly interested. "Badger? Interesting name. At all reputable, Grimes?"

The other man looked affronted, "'Course he is. If he says he deals wit' 'em, he does. Now, I've had Anderson tail them outsiders to the bar just here. They stick out like a two-headed cow among sheep. You'll be able to draw 'em out, they've nearly done drank themselves to the floor by now. Just make the job quick, and report back. You had better return that cursed uniform, too, don't want them to pinch ya before I get paid. Y'hear? Just go in, get them out 'ere, and we'll do th' rest. Understand?"

The man in the Regulator's uniform nodded decisively, and headed toward the bar.

Brianna realized the outsiders had no idea what they were in for, and she highly doubted they could handle themselves in their state. She too went inside.

Captain Malcolm Reynolds swore, and looked at Zoe's cards. "Zoe, that's the fifth round you've won in a row! Can't ya jus' let your Cap'n win every once in a while? I ain't takin' too kindly to bein' outdone."

After receiving the Look, however, he took that as a no and pushed away from the table. "Well, I'm gonna get a drink, anyhow. Bu huihen de pofu."

Walking to the counter, he noticed a cute little redhead sitting at the counter. Swinging gracefully into the seat next to her, startling her, he ordered his drink. He gave her a roguish wink, and could practically feel Zoe rolling her eyes. She smiled prettily, a deep blush instantly flaming up her cheeks. Mal grinned and took a swig.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she seemed to consider something. Having apparently come to a decision, she turned suddenly and looked at him. Mal blinked at the quick movement and wondered if the alcohol was actually starting to affect him.

"Sir. I need to talk to you." Well, now, that's an odd request. Hardly know the girl.

"Sure, little missy. What can I do for you?"

She glanced over her shoulder nervously, and continued. "Sir—"

"Call me Mal." He leaned a little closer.

"Okay, Mal it is. Have you ever heard the name 'Badger'?"

At these words his stomach turned to stone, and he slowly turned to fully face her. Pinning her with his stare, he said in a low, dangerous voice, "Now we paid him, y'hear? Gave him back the money. We don't want any trouble, see?" All traces of his sloppy grin were gone, his eyes cold as ice.

She looked confused for a moment, that was not the answer she'd expected, nor the reaction. "No, you've got it all wro—"

He cut across her. "Y'know what? Never mind. Let's go."

"Go?" She asked, but he just grabbed her upper arm and steered her towards the door. Seeing his exit Zoe and Jayne casually followed; they all missed the man in white looking curiously after them.

Once outside, Mal held her to the wall, gun cocked at her face. Seeing that had an effect, he asked her, "What does he want. Tell me, now."

The girl stammered, her eyes wide. "W-well, I h-heard two men talking, they was talking, 'bout you guys."

Clenching his jaw, Mal pressed, "And what was they sayin'?"

"The one guy, Grimes, was tellin' the other guy that Badger tipped 'em off, an' he better do the job real quick-like an' subtle."

Mal relaxed his grip a little, she wasn't goin' anyplace. "What was the job? Did they say?"

"I dunno, they didn' really, he just said to keep it quiet, real quiet. So the other guy went in, an' so I thought I'd warn you guys, I seen you here earlier."

"Oh, so you come here to warn us, s'that it?" At her timid nod, he uncocked the gun and put it back in the holster, a mite sceptical. He pulled her away from the wall in front of Jayne, saying, "Jayne, bring her. We're goin' back to the ship, now."

Chinese:

Bu huihen de pofu - Remorseless harridan (woman), from episode "Trash".

Well, there ya have it. Hope you enjoyed it, please tell me if you did! If you have any suggestions for what should happen I'd be glad to hear them, and please tell me if I made any mistakes I should fix. Reviewers are sent chocolate chip cookies, because I am an author who likes to bribe my readers...