Author's note: Well, I finished the next chapter, so here it is! I have been doing some work ahead, and I have the rest of this drabble-series planed out, more or less.

I had been planning to do a wonderful Christmas fic this year, but its still- though not through lack of effort- in a very rough state, so it is being re-scheduled for next year.

Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly, Serenity or anything to do with said series. If I did, there would be a spin-off series being made.


Kaylee Frye did not startle too easily, or at least she told herself that.

It had started when she decided, late one evening, that the Bussard Emitter probably wouldn't last much longer without a few adjustments. Unfortunately, a bolt had come off in her hand, and a five-minute job had instantly stretched into a two-hour job.

She was squatting down, tightening the final bolt, when she thought to look at the clock.

It was midnight. Not a person on the ship would be up at this time.

Suddenly, something gently but forcefully bumped up against her rear end.

It was most of a day before Mal brought himself to forgive the Kaylee. It was significantly longer before he forgave the cat.


Author's note: I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, and I hope everyone remembers the true reason for the season: Christ's birth.

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