iTitle: Firefly: Shadow's Dawning
Author: Amanda Rau (manda091987)
Show: Firefly/Serenity
Characters/Pairing: (Characters) All from Firefly/Serenity (Pairing) Mal/Athena
Disclaimer: All characters and story are the sole property of Fox/Joss Whedon. Athena is mine. Please ask for permission for the use of any added material or characters./i
Mal sighed with frustration as he watched civilians pass him by. Cerulean orbs peered into Zoe's chocolate ones. The dissatisfaction he was currently feeling came too consistently these days, which added to the irritation. He used his head to coax Zoe into following him. Jayne had been busy stealing glimpses of two women flirting with him. Zoe roughly nudged him to get his attention. He was so enamored that Zoe's jostling nearly caused him to lose his footing; the girls could be heard giggling. Jayne glanced once more before retreating, following his group back to Serenity.
"So where do we want to head first, Sir?" Zoe inquired.
"Well, if we can't find work here, we know where we will. New Dunsmuir should be nice this time of year."
"I agree, Sir." Zoe slightly bobbed her head.
Mal, Zoe, and Jayne entered Serenity's Cargo Bay, though Mal's covetous eyes caught another glimpse of the medium-sized metropolis beyond the docks. It had been months since the crew had a job that paid worth a damn. His desperation was beginning to lead to all the physical signs, and that worried him. The sound of Zoe and Jayne quickly cocking weapons caused Mal to abruptly swivel around, noticing Kaylee, Wash, Shepherd, River, and Simon cinched. Various brawny gunmen well over six feet surrounded Mal and his crewmen. Nothing but silence existed between them as they sized each other up, waiting for the other to speak first.
"Wash, what's going on here?"
"Beats me, Captain," he answered.
"My name is Demyan, and these are my men." The man motioned to the others. "We are looking for a woman. We were told that she flies on a ship matching the description and name of this vessel."
"That so?" Mal asked, then smiled. "You'll have to be more specific. I have quite a few women on this ship, as you can see."
"Beautiful, clean, dark hair, charming smile," Demyan added.
"Again, more specific."
"Registered companion," Demyan grumbled.
"Inara?" Zoe's eyes squinted in confusion.
"Yes?" she asked, coming down the stairs.
Demyan nodded to his men, then to the woman. "Take her."
"Excuse me?" Inara protested.
Before the rest of the crew could react, the thugs aimed their guns.
"Put down your weapons and kick them over!" Demyan commanded.
After hesitating, Mal indicated Jayne and Zoe should comply with the demand. All three lowered their weapons, nudging them to Demyan and his men. They picked up the guns, moving them away. The leader circled Inara, blunt fingers running through her hair when behind her.
"What do you want with me?" she inquired.
The man laughed. "I want nothing to do with you. I want Athena. The only way to get her is to come after you. Lucky for us, you happened to be on this rock when that need arose."
Before Inara could respond, a woman's voice came from behind them, everyone's attention diverting to the direction from which it came.
"I wouldn't touch her again if you want to keep your hands attached to your arms."
Seemingly bulkier than the ones Serenity's crew were staring down, three men stood intimidatingly behind a woman at the opening of the cargo. She was leaning on her left leg, arms crossed. Dark brown hair with subtle highlights accompanied by layers and curls. Rosy skin with ruddy undertones glimmering like flecks of small glitter across her smooth frame, save for a few visible tattoos and piercings. Despite her make-up having darker accents, her appearance was airy and clean. Form-fitting pants and boots accented fit, muscular legs. Small throwing knives were belted to her waist and right thigh, gun holsters decorated her shoulders, a pistol on either side. The top donned a pinstripe vest buttoned up the front right up to the bust; the top was a wrap design. She was a handsome woman.
"Athena," Inara scoffed.
"I knew you'd show up if I got your sister involved," Demyan's tone dripped with pleasure.
"Sister?!" the Serenity crew yelped.
"What in gorram hell have you done now?" Inara exhaled.
"Language!" Athena glared at Inara. "Just zip it up and let me help."
"流口水的婊子和猴子的笨儿子," Inara mumbled. (Stupid son of a whore that drools and a monkey.)
"Knock it off!" Athena yelled, then peered back at Demyan. "Your quarrel is with me. You had no right to involve her or her crewmen."
"Inara shoulda." Jayne checked her out. "Where you been hidin her?" He turned to Inara.
"Cute," Athena said sarcastically.
"It figures that I would be targeted when you've run up a debt." Inara's arms crossed.
"I don't owe these men anything," Athena snipped back.
"You expect me to believe that?" Inara mocked.
"I learned a long time not to 'expect' anything from you," Athena rebutted.
"The same could be said for you."
"Right," Athena jeered. "You in all your flawless glory."
"Shut up!" Demyan shouted. "Your sister don't owe us anything yet. But there is a price for her refusal, and we'll extract it from her" he eyed Athena, "while you're on your back." He faced Inara. "You're just leverage."
"'Yet?'" Mal reiterated. Inara glared at him. "What? I can't be curious?"
"It's no concern of yours," Demyan snarled.
"You've taken my crew and I hostage. That makes it my business. Right?" He glanced back at Zoe. "I think it makes it my business."
"It does, sir."
"Yet, you'll never know," Demyan snorted.
The leader turned to Inara, motioning for two of his men to pick her up. Just as he was about to cause harm to the woman, a knife went into his wrist. He yelled, attempting to pull it out.
"I wouldn't. That knife is sitting in the middle of your ulnar artery and median nerve. Tendons are severed, so it's moderately useless. But, you have a bigger decision to make because it can get worse. Leave it in, lose the hand." She turned to one of the gentlemen with her. "Didn't I say that was going to happen, Silas?"
"You did, ma'am," the man confirmed.
Demyan went to pull it out, but Athena stopped him. "Ah, ah, ah. Predicament number two, that knife has a hook on the end of it. You do that, you'll tear the artery on the way out, which will cause you to bleed to death."
"Captain" Jayne got their attention, "can we keep her? I think I'm in love."
"Get her!" Demyan yelled.
A bandit charged toward Athena. Hazel orbs remained, peering into Demyan's as she seized and flung a throwing knife at the oncoming threat, the blade plunging between his eyes. Demyan motioned to the left; two other delinquents ending up with daggers in their chests. Another pair came from forwarding positions; Athena slapped one against his head, causing him to double over. Quickly, she stepped to his right, taking his arm as she rolled over his back, kicking the other aggressor. The bully went down, Thena stomping his throat, the first man's arm dislocating in the process. The woman released her grip in a speed-filled flurry, kneeing him in the face. She drew her weapon, shooting him in the head—the last doublet on each side, more behind them.
Athena dashed when a man swiftly encroached on her position. The agile woman turned when arriving at some crates, using his limp body to hoist her legs onto the boxes while maintaining a tight grip on his torso. This prevented the bandit from grabbing her legs, leaving her with the upper hand. Thena pushed off the metal chest, rotating and wrapping her legs around his abdomen. Despite repeated hits to his head, the man managed to stand and slammed Athena against the containers, loosening her grip. She crouched down, anticipating his right hook, stopping the left that followed. This allowed her to pivot and elbow him in the face. A nimble hand took control of the weapon in his hand, pressing it to his chest, her index finger pulling the trigger. He tumbled to the ground, landing with a familiar thunk! The woman instantly shot the other three gangsters before they could pose a threat.
Athena breathed deep, but it was short-lived; Demyan sprinted toward her silhouette. She leaped, kneeing him in the chest, the action shoving him back. He persisted, Thena using his height against him. A maneuver allowed her to wrap her legs around his shoulders. The woman's frame impeded his view as both hands molded together, beating his crown. He ran into a crate, her body instinctively dropping. Demyan inched away, Thena calmly inhaling, trying to recuperate from the slight loss of air. The leader charged, Athena seizing his body in her guard, both calves and thighs encircled his waist, holding him tightly, her palms pooled Demyan's shirt into her grasp. Her arms crossed opposite his throat, cutting off oxygen, nothing more than small wheezes escaping his lips as her grip was too compacted.
"Your time is done, and you've served your purpose. This world has no more use for you. Accept it and be at peace."
The man breathed his final breath, falling dead moments later. Athena let go, grabbing her knife out of his arm, cleaning it off, and holstering it.
"Get them out of here, please, Silas."
"Yes, ma'am."
She faced the crew. "My apologies, Captain. This was a misunderstanding. I wasn't even aware of Demyan's knowledge of Inara and her crewmen, nor his ability to gain it."
"I'm intrigued, and that doesn't happen often," Mal stated.
"I'm sure you are. No doubt Inara never told you of me."
"No, she didn't," he confirmed.
"Good. Let's keep it that way." She observed Inara. "I've angered her enough." She set money down on a crate. "For the trouble I've caused or any damages that were accumulated."
Athena exited the ship with her men behind her. Everyone observed Inara, who was behind them on the steps.
"No." She put her hand up.
"You have a sister?" Mal leaned forward.
"She's beautiful, Inara!" Kaylee smiled. "She's your sister. Why wouldn't you want her in your life?"
"Looks can be deceiving," Inara snorted. "Don't even consider going down this road, Mal."
"What road?" he wondered.
"Do not let her on this ship." She stepped closer to him. "I can see the thought in your eyes."
"This is my ship; you don't get to tell me what to do, Inara. I thought I made that clear?"
Inara glowered. "If you think bringing her aboard is going to make me leave, you're wrong."
"iYou/i walked away. iYou/i turned me down. Don't put that on me. You stay or don't, but it's iyour/i decision."
Inara retreated to her quarters. Mal followed, causing the crew to hear her protests until he closed the shuttle door. The crewmembers lingered in the Cargo Bay, waiting for a final decision. Mal left Inara's space almost an hour later, stepping down the steps, boots clanging against the metal. Inara suddenly appeared, body hanging over the railing, grimaced features presenting themselves.
"I think this is a mistake, Mal. Since you won't listen, keep her clear of me and don't trust a gorram word she says. She will stab you in the back."
Inara turned on her heels, going back into her shuttle. Mal faced Zoe, who peered through thick eyelashes, arms crossed.
"Inara is our crew, and despite my decision, her opinion is important. But I don't much care for it over yours." Mal's eyes found those of his right hand.
"Sir, we need a job. We're desperate. It's coming down to accepting even the most dangerous. It looks like Athena would be beneficial in a tight spot. She is skilled; that much is clear."
"Skilled hands indeed. Inara said she's 刺客 ," Mal revealed.
Wash's eyes widened. "Assassin?"
"I thought they were a myth," Kaylee said. "Legend carried on from Earth-That-Was."
"No." Shepherd stepped forward. "They exist now. But they are much different."
"What do you mean?" Wash wondered.
"I've only seen it one other time before River. She has the abilities, but her gifts were designed in a lab. Athena's are much more organic. These skills were taught and perfected. Aside from Companions, Soul Seekers, as they're called now, were the one thing Alliance and Independents could agree on. An Agency was formed. They are given contracts and take down the targets. More like mercenaries."
"How does a preacher man know so much about it?" Mal inquired.
"Confessions, young man. Be careful should you proceed. Athena is a dangerous woman. More so than our River. She has more experience. However, should you earn her trust, you'll never lose it. Unless you do something completely unlawful."
"Do I go to the special hell?"
Book hiccuped a laugh. "Yes. Hers."
"Are you opposed to her being on board?" Zoe wondered.
Book responded, "On the contrary, I welcome her presence. She may be a danger, but she has a code. It is the breath of life to them. She'd only break it if you made her do something to go against it."
"What code?" Wash questioned, a worried tone coating his words.
"That depends on her, really."
Mal tensed his shoulders. "This should be fun. Wash?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"We're going to coax another unwanted misfit. Hold down the fort."
"You got it, sir. Good luck." Wash sighed. "Something tells me you are going to need it."
Mal and Zoe left the ship, going to the address Inara reluctantly provided. The ride was about an hour from where they were docked. They landed in a gravel area in front of a big house.
"Is this where she lives?" Zoe asked in awe.
"Guessin so," Mal responded.
They go to the door and knock. A few moments later, Athena opened it.
"Captain?"
"Reynolds. Malcolm Reynolds. This is Zoe Washburne. We have a proposition for you."
She motioned them inside, both stepping through the threshold.
"I was just about to have dinner. Have you two eaten?" They shook their heads. Athena held her hand out, indicating they should follow her. "Please join me." She entered the dining room with her guests, addressing an older female. "Anora, please add two more places for our guests."
"Of course."
Mal and Zoe sat down, the elderly woman placed all the necessary items in front of them. She filled their glasses, one with water, the other with wine; plates of delicious food appeared before them, mouths salivating over a home-cooked meal.
Athena sipped her water, then spoke after swallowing, "This is my only meal of the day. So I apologize for not separating time to hear you out."
"It's probably bold to admit," Zoe began, "but it has been some time since I've had a decent meal."
Athena smiled, but it was small and quick; Mal wasn't convinced he even saw it all.
"I'm a fan of the bold. I don't appreciate words lazily spoken or feelings that leave me guessing." Hazel-colored eyes made their way from Zoe to Mal. "If your presence is accompanied by the offer that I think it is, you came a long way for nothing, Captain."
"I don't believe we did," Mal disagreed, wiping his mouth. "I can be persuasive."
She leaned forward. "Inara has been with you for some time. I won't compromise her or her worth to you by accompanying you when she doesn't want me there. Despite how she feels about me, I care about her. I appreciate your candor, but I have a particular set of talents. I'm not sure you want that aboard your ship, or any of it coalesced with your crew members."
"Inara told me you were a Soul Seeker." Mal leaned back in his seat, sizing her up.
"I was unaware she was privy to that information, though I cannot say it's surprising. But she doesn't exactly have all the pieces, or you wouldn't be here. It should be stated that I don't take just any job that comes across my desk, as it were. I don't kill anyone for petty crimes, nor do I target women or children. We are allowed choices in our contracts. The gentlemen that boarded your boat wanted me to take out an orphanage run by shepherds and nuns because they wouldn't pay taxes for 'offered' protection. Petty thugs."
"Who do you target?" Mal wondered.
"Rapists, mass murders, child molesters, abusers, kidnappers, pedophiles, cannibals, those who dabble in necrophilia… the worst of the worst. I was even hired to take out a small group of Reavers a few years back."
"That kind of work is universal," Zoe replied. "Finding jobs won't be hard."
"I know," Athena responded. "I've taken many jobs that have led me all over."
"We've already talked to Inara about bringin you on board," Mal stated matter-of-factly.
"No doubt her protests were accompanied with the phrases, 'don't trust her' and 'she'll betray you'."
"More-or-less," Mal stated.
"I'm not that type of woman. I don't betray anyone unless given a reason. When that happens, you'll see it coming, and you'll be armed."
Mal cleaned his face and pushed his empty plate away. "My kind of woman."
Athena stared into his eyes, then took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "Can I have the night to think about your offer?"
"I would be disappointed if you didn't."
She nodded. "It's a long way back; I have an extra room if you'd like to stay. The beds are separate and comfortable."
"That would be great, thank you," Zoe said, smiling. "Can I ask you a question?" Athena bobbed her head. "What happened between you and Inara?"
The woman hesitated, seemingly fighting the words trying to release themselves. Athena stood, handing dishes to Anora. She motioned for Mal and Zoe to follow her down a hallway. When they arrived, Athena opened a door, gesturing them inside. Her guests faced her when she shuffled through the entrance.
"Out of respect for Inara and the relationship she shares with you and your crewmen, I refuse to share the most intimate of details. Suffice it to say, she took the side of The Guild when I 'left' Companionship. I never heard from her after that."
"How long has that been?" Zoe inquired.
"Today was the first time I have seen her in years," Athena confessed.
"You've seen her since she cut communication?" Zoe distorted her face.
Athena admitted, "I convinced Atherton to take a nosedive. Captain Malcolm Reynolds is talented at a great many things. The sword is not one of them. Atherton agreed, keeping his family jewels intact. Though, after Inara marked him, he probably would have rather died."
"You knew about that?" Mal asked nervously.
"The Guild holds her tightly. She believes it's because of her skill. While that may be so—"
"It's also because of you," Zoe realized.
"Yes. I keep an eye on her regardless of our relationship. We may be at an impasse, but she is my blood."
"Wait, you were a Companion too?" Mal hinted.
"Was." She acknowledged Anora's presence, taking the offered linens. "Extra blankets. I prefer to sleep in cooler temperatures. Free-range to the house should you be too excited to sleep. My room is at the end of the hall to the left. Don't be afraid to wake me should you need anything."
They returned her slight bow with their own before leaving them alone.
"Consensus?"
"It hasn't changed, sir. If anything, I want her as a part of the crew more. The last thing I wanted this much was Wash."
"Developed a bit of a lady crush, have you?"
"Yes, sir."
He chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."
Zoe shuffled by, getting comfortable in the bed to their right. Mal plopped down on the other twin mattress. He managed to fall asleep with no issues but was woken up by a nightmare. The same Mal had been consistently confronting since that mess a few years back. He was content to lay in bed, but muffled voices chatting caught his attention. Mal quietly got up, putting his shirt on, then left the cubbyhole, careful not to wake his counterpart. Mal tiptoed down the hall, halting when he saw Athena conversing with a man who appeared distressed. He caught her giving him money, an indication that he needed to keep a respectful distance. The captain studied his surroundings, noticing a few photographs on the fireplace's mantle, observing the sizable rectangular picture in particular.
"That was taken just before the final battle for Independence."
"You served?" he inquired.
Athena nodded. "Seemed fitting…"
She trailed off, causing Mal to pick up the other picture. "Them?"
"Yes." She confirmed. "My husband and son."
"Where are they?"
"Murdered." She swallowed.
"By who? How long ago?"
She gazed into his eyes. "The Guild. It's been about some years now."
"I'm guessin Inara doesn't know."
"No." Athena exhaled. "She doesn't even know I was married."
"From the way that Inara talks about The Guild, I find it hard to believe they would murder someone. Sex seems to be their only business."
"I was very good at being a Companion, Captain. But you have to understand, you're receiving opinions from Inara that are jaded, colored by her opinion of success with The Guild. Mine is colored as well, only with betrayal. Different colors, yet the same painting. The Guild has its own rules; if you do not abide by them, you are destroyed." She pointed to the man in the picture. "Matthew's the reason I left. They blacklisted me in response."
"What does it mean when they blacklist you?" Mal questioned.
"No one knows but The Guild and the person involved. It could mean any number of things: the Companion did something unforgivable, the Companion contracted an incurable S.T.D, the Companion accumulated too many debts. Some use the aid of substances and could become addicted. Then, there's my case. A Companion, who once earned them substantial amounts of money and clientele angers them by leaving; thus, their business takes a hit." Athena's hazel orbs stared at the picture with a glimmer in her eyes. "After Matthew and David were taken from me, I met a man who helped me channel every bad thing in my life into discipline and training. There is no translative term; the closest is a Shaman. It was brutal, and I wanted to die but never quit. I made a vow. I do what I do now, ibecause/i of them. No one should have to live with this type of unjustified pain."
"I agree." Mal set the picture back on the mantel. "Have you made a decision yet?"
"No."
"You'll say yes," Mal stated matter-of-factly.
"Is that so, Captain?"
"It is. I'm too pretty to say no to."
She managed a chuckle. Something Mal gathered she didn't often do. The woman spoke, "Is that your way of flirting with me?"
"If it is?"
She placed her hand over her heart. "Oh, Captain, my Captain."
"'Our fearful trip is done, the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won'." He grinned. "I do believe I will win in this deal. You could too."
"We'll see, Reyn."
"Reyn?"
"You find me attractive. Your dilated pupils and flushed skin give you away. You hide behind the humor, forgetting that Companions are well versed in the art of reading people. But it isn't nervousness. No. You, Malcolm Reynolds, are very confident. However, I'm an unknown. You're cautious despite your eager behavior. As you should be. I'm a dangerous woman, My Captain. You want to keep me at arm's length because of it. Which is why, when you introduced yourself to me, you gave me your last name first, and ithat/i is smart thinking."
"Maybe. Or maybe it's just curiosity."
She noticed the fleck in his eyes, causing her to inch closer. "Well, if that's what you're after, the only danger I pose is making you sweat."
"Also confident."
She smirked. "I have nothing to be ashamed of. I have skills, and I am very comfortable in my skin."
"As one should be when they look like you."
"I didn't take you as they type to objectify."
He shook his head. "Then I humbly call myself a village idiot and ask for an apology. It was nothin more than a compliment."
Athena's stature was significantly shorter. Her head could lay against his chest, ear adjacent to his heart. Despite her height versus his, Athena's face was within intimate proximity. The warmth of her breath, tainted by wine. Its stain on her lips, tantalizing, calling for him to crumble and bend to her will. Emerald-honey eyes tempted him, testing the limit of his boundaries with effortless ease. Her small frame mentally and emotionally towered over his weak-willed nature as a man. Long, luscious eyelashes fluttered, orbs coming to rest on his mouth. When she leaned closer, her aquatic scent nearly made his knees buckle.
"Good night, Captain."
Thena left the room, having the final word. A gleam in her eyes let Mal know where he stood, and vice versa. Something about her was easily readable, but people like her never gave more information than necessary. Literally, ievery/i encounter was calculated and planned out before decisions were finalized and words were chosen. Mal watched her leave, disappearing into the shadows. An exit so dramatically her. The captain glanced at the photographs once more, then padded back toward his room. He climbed into bed, laying on his back, peering up to the ceiling where there was a skylight, allowing him to see the stars above. A slight smile graced his features as he thought about his exchange with the huntress.
The next morning, Mal awoke, noticing that he was unaccompanied by his right hand in the guestroom. After a few moments of adjusting his eyes and stretching his rigid body, he got up and dressed, leaving to search for Zoe and Athena. He located Zoe in the dining hall, peering out the glass window at something on the other side. Mal padded over, seeing what she was observing so intently. Athena was doing yoga sequences beside her small pool.
Mal turned his head, causing him to slightly bend with her movement. "Can the human body actually do that?"
"Apparently." Zoe motioned him to the table where they took their seats. "How did you sleep, sir?"
"Good. Beds are comfortable."
Anora stepped in, setting plates down in front of them.
"You keep spoilin us, ma'am, and we'll take you on the ship too."
She laughed. "I break every rule about women you know, boy. I couldn't cook to save my life."
"You aren't the only one, ma'am." Zoe took a bite.
Anora pointed to the young woman outside. "You're getting the cook."
"If you don't mind me askin, how is it you know Athena?" Mal questioned her.
Anora replied, "Matthew, her late husband, was my son."
The elderly woman retreated, leaving Mal and Zoe to face each other, then back out the window.
"She was married?"
Mal nodded. "Had a son too. The Guild had them killed."
"天晓得." Zoe huffed. (Name of all that's sacred.) "Does Inara know?"
Mal shook his head. "No."
They were quiet for a moment until Mal caught a glimpse of what was outside.
"我的媽和她的瘋狂的外甥都!" Mal breathed. (Holy Mother of God and All Her Wacky Nephews!)
Athena had stripped off her clothes, getting down to a two-piece suit. She leaped into the pool.
"Need a cloth, sir?"
Mal peered at Zoe, attempting to glare. The duo was halfway through breakfast when Athena entered. She appeared to have cleaned up and dressed for the day's events. Her dense strands were slightly more curly now that they were sodden. The scent of Thena's soaps filled their senses, notifying them she had showered. The light from the system's star made it clear she was curvier and more athletic than Serenity's Cargo Bay's shade depicted. Her tone was notably more of a warm honey tinge, darker than her sister's. Mal was becoming increasingly enamored by Athena, but it wasn't solely her appearance. Last night's personal, private encounter had him coveting many more in-depth, intimate discussions.
"Denim jeans?" Zoe got up and went closer to Athena.
She glanced to her legs, then back up, pouring Zoe another cup of coffee. "Don't live life without them."
"I didn't know people still made them."
"I know a few. Let me know if you want a pair or two."
Athena took a seat, eating after Anora brought her a plate. Mal pushed away his platter, wiping his mouth. He leaned forward, gazing at the woman, resting his arms on the table.
"Do you have an answer for us this morning, Athena?"
There was an exhale as she mirrored his stance. "I will, after…"
They both waited for her to continue; when she didn't, Zoe spoke, "After what?"
"As soldiers who served, you can both understand the need for communication and trust. I have one more truth to tell you concerning both Inara and me. She doesn't remember much. I shielded her from any dangerous or harsh memories that might haunt her. Nonetheless, I don't depend on her honesty, mostly where I'm concerned. I refuse to enter this agreement without giving you all the facts about me I feel are relevant.
Inara was 16, and I 20. We were on transport going home to visit family. The ship was raided by Reavers. We stowed away where we couldn't be found. Inara was afraid. It was the first time I ever saw fear in her eyes. My sister is a strong woman. I shielded her, protected her. Perhaps it was the tipping point for our relationship. What I witnessed doesn't come close to the horror stories you've been told. I didn't see enough to go mad, but only just." She exhaled, looking away. "I understand that might make you weary, but I need you to know exactly what and who you're letting aboard your ship."
"Is this why I was told not to trust you?" Mal inquired.
"Not solely. My sister seems to believe the lies she was fed by The Guild. She believes it's all tied together." She turned to Mal. "It's not. I will leave you to discuss all that you've learned. No doubt it's a lot."
Athena got up and left the room. Mal faced Zoe.
"Sir, I understand that you've been wary in the past about this. We all have, with good reason. This happened years ago, and we were here last night. If she wanted to go mad and kill us, she would have. Besides, we've encountered Reavers. It wouldn't be right to turn her away."
"I agree."
"We need the extra help," Zoe added.
"We do. I ain't intendin to take our offer back. Athena's had every opportunity to lie to us."
"Reavers are a hard truth to face."
"Indeed," Mal responded. "I suppose we'd know that better than anyone."
"I say we keep the offer."
"Lady crush not waned?" Mal's eyebrow rose.
"Not in the slightest, sir."
He huffed a laugh. "All right."
They got up, searching for Athena, finding her in the living room, speaking with Silas. She noticed and bowed her head.
"Tell them I will take care of it."
"Yes, Lady Athena."
"Thank you, Silas."
"Ma'am."
Silas exited the house, Athena turning from him to Mal and Zoe.
"Offer still stands, iLady/i Athena," Mal said, the woman doing her best to hide any amusement. He continued, "I'm sure it wasn't easy on you to be so forward. Though we're both cautious, Zoe here's developed a bit of a crush. I wouldn't hear the end of it if I rescinded the offer."
Athena managed a laugh. "I suppose not." She raised an eyebrow when smirking at Zoe. "The feeling is mutual."
"Wash might get a little jealous."
"A little, sir." Zoe grinned.
"All right, Reyn. A few addenda to the offer."
"I'll grant them." Mal jerked his head.
"I've been an empath from birth. It's led me to be a private person. I would prefer a place out of everyone's way, somewhere I can decompress. Being around, even a small number of people, will become exhausting, very quickly, especially after a job."
"We have another shuttle you could use." Mal nodded. "Your sister—"
"Inara," she corrected him.
"Inara rents the other. As long as you keep it clean for emergency purposes..."
"Fair," she agreed. "Next, to pay rent for the shuttle as well as food and living, my payment will be helping you on jobs without taking a cut. I refuse to put blood on your hands by paying you with money from contracts. I'm not comfortable with it. Besides, it's less you have to split between everyone."
"Deal." His head bobbed up and down. "Anything else?"
"Despite what Inara knows about my choice of career, I reiterate that she does not know that I had a family. It should stay that way as it is my secret to tell."
"That is more than fair. I agree." Mal blinked.
"One last thing." She inched closer to him. "I have a lot of contacts spanning over many systems. People who owe me favors and give me discounts on anything I ask for. It's mutual exchanges. I can make sure your ship is stocked with fresh rations. More than protein and nutrient paste… among other things. I can also find you more jobs from people whom I traditionally turn down."
Mal smiled. "Not really an addendum."
"A bonus then," she corrected.
"A great bonus, sir," Zoe stated.
"No doubt." Mal glanced from Zoe to Athena, then held out his hand. "You have yourself a deal, Athena."
She shook it. "Thank you, My Captain."
"Thank you for offering to help despite what might be waiting for you." Zoe leaned on her other leg.
"What time would you like me aboard?" Athena wondered.
"We might have a job," Mal confessed. "Zoe and I are meeting Jayne. Hard to say at the moment."
"Well, it won't take me no time at all to get my affairs in order. I shouldn't take too long."
"You'll be worth the wait," Mal teased.
"There goes that flirting again."
Mal grinned. "Minor payback from last night." His ocean blue orbs bounced from her to Zoe. "Let's go."
"Sir."
The two of them retreated. Athena padded to her bedroom, getting everything together that she needed, packing it away. A few bags were stored by the door. She sauntered to Silas, who returned moments before.
"You are in charge of things around here now. You may keep your guest house, no need to uproot yourself. You won't find rent so affordable anywhere else."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"I'm just a transmission away if you need anything."
Silas bobbed his head about. "Understood. Keep yourself safe."
She wrapped her arms around him. "You'll do me proud."
Anora beamed at Silas. "May I have these last moments alone, young Silas?"
"Of course."
Once again, he made himself scarce.
"I want you to take care of yourself, young one." Anora exhaled, though the manner was more blissful, despite the current setting.
"I wanted you to move on after your son died."
"I wouldn't have left you alone. We needed each other," Anora stated.
"I will always need you."
"Not always." Anora gently smiled at her.
Athena put her arms on the woman's upper arms. "I want you to stay put, as well. Silas will protect you, and you will have a place to stay."
"I will."
"I will come back to visit whenever I can," Athena promised.
"I know, my dear. I love you."
"I love you too."
They hugged for a long while. Anora reached back and grabbed the woman's upper arms, gently pushing her away.
"God bless you, child."
"And you."
Athena turned, seizing her bags, taking them outside. When she stepped out of the front door, a shuttle landed. The door opened, a red-headed man exiting.
"I'm Hoban Washburne. Everyone calls me Wash."
"Zoe's husband." The woman motioned to him.
"Yup! Mal wanted me to come to get you."
"That's nice of him," Athena said.
"Let me get those for you."
He grabbed her bags with Silas' help, taking the last one aboard. Athena gave Silas and Anora a final wave as Wash set off. Athena glanced around the shuttle.
"It's bigger than I thought."
"I was told you were getting the shuttle. It's very roomy," Wash agreed.
"Is there a way for us to take a detour?" she inquired.
Wash observed her. "Modifications?"
"None that will upset Mal or your mechanic." She glimpsed over her shoulder. "If I am going to live in it, it needs to be a bit more… homey."
He nodded. "I agree. Where am I headed?"
Her expression was questioning; Wash read it, giving her the controls. She set them down about 20 minutes later in the middle of a nice shipyard. Athena motioned Wash to follow her, both exiting the shuttle.
"Gerard!" Athena embraced the man.
"Firefly shuttle? Where did you get that?"
"From him." She held her hand out in Wash's direction. "Gerard, this is Wash. He is a part of the crew I joined."
"Joining a crew? That's not the Goddess' style." Gerard's eyes widening.
"I follow the work. Things have been quiet here lately. This crew will be good company."
"Good. You deserve it."
Athena motioned to the shuttle. "As part of the arrangement, this gorgeous shuttle is now home. I want to get it fitted with its own water source, without compromising too much weight. I'd also like a remodel in the wash area."
"You got it." Gerald jerked his head.
"Time frame?"
"Only a few hours."
"All right." She intertwined her arm with Wash's, walking away. "Feel like being the man who rolls his eyes and impatiently taps his foot while I shop?"
"I think I can handle that."
Wash and Athena make their way to a few nearby stores with tapestries and home goods. She had various items delivered to the shipyard after purchasing them. Thena proceeded to take Wash to get some delicious grub at one of her favorite places. They took their seats shortly after ordering their preferred meals. While they waited, Wash started the conversation.
"I know it may not mean much, but thank you for deciding to join us."
Athena's brows slightly furrowed. "It's been a while since I've gotten a 'thank you.' Especially where it concerns work."
"You're going after people who deserve what's coming to them, so thank you for that too."
Wash continued, telling Athena stories about the crew and about a few of the jobs they had taken. They laughed, especially when it came to Jayne and being the 'Hero of Canton'. It was, by far, one of Athena's favorite stories. Wash proceeded to tell her everything about Simon and River next, which led to the mess that happened a few years back with Reavers and their territory.
"I'm glad you all survived." Thena wiped her mouth.
Wash's eyes got big. "It was touch-and-go for Book and me. He's still not fully healed, and he may never be. But we've made the most out of the experience."
"That's good to hear, Wash. I am happy." She leaned back in her seat. "So, what made you agree to Mal's terms and be his pilot?" she questioned.
"Well, I had a living to make. Putting my skills to use seemed like the best way to do that."
"Yes. But, Mal's work isn't always honest," Athena pressed.
"Can't really be picky out here."
"No, you can't."
"Do you have a problem with his methods?" Wash countered.
"No." She leaned forward. "My apologies if my rebuttal sounded as if I did. Even iif/i I did, I would need to reevaluate myself first. A bounty hunter can't exactly call out a smuggler with good cause, can she?"
"I suppose not. But your work isn't illegal. Even the Alliance upholds your methods and justifies them."
"It's still murder, Master Washburne."
He chuckled. "Just Wash."
"You pilot the ship; that makes you a little more important than a simpleton." She raised her water glass.
He squinted at her. "I like you."
Her eyebrow raised. "Then I hope I maintain that appreciation. Tell me, is this how you and Zoe met, being aboard Serenity?"
"Yes." He nodded. "She didn't like me so much at first."
"Really?" Her brows furrowed.
"Yeah."
Athena's head slightly jerked back in shock. "I find that hard to believe."
"We don't usually get that kind of response." Wash looked at her with surprise.
"That's sad." She glanced at him with a sincere expression. "You are comfortable with who you are. Anyone less couldn't be with a woman like Zoe. She's hard, resilient, and sure of who she is and what she wants. She's tough. You may not wield a gun for Serenity, but you'd do so for Zoe. She makes you a better version of yourself, and you do that for her. Loving someone as strong and supple, especially a woman, makes her man no less than a hero."
"Was your husband that way?" Athena gazed into Wash's eyes with intensity at the memories that came with his question. He stated, "Hope you don't mind if the Captain gave us a history lesson. Don't worry, Inara wasn't around, and he told us not to open our mouths about it. Threatened more like." Wash shivered.
"I was hoping he would. It was a way for me to instill trust in him. If he looks out for the people he loves most, then he's exactly who I am pleased I made a deal with."
"It was just as much a test as it was honesty." Wash realized.
"Yes."
"He chose well. Zoe is a lot like you. Which is another reason why I say that a lot of people don't get us at first."
"Well, they don't have a keen eye." She winked at him.
Wash grinned. "After talking to you, I think you've become my best friend."
"How about that. I haven't had one of those in years," Athena confessed.
"No better time to find a new one."
"I suppose not. I'll need one going into this Lion's den."
Wash exhaled. "I have known Inara a long time, Thena. She doesn't stay mad very long. At least, I've never seen her hold a grudge. Maybe being on board will be just what gets you both over what happened."
"You're sweet, Wash. Thank you for the hope. It has been some time since I've had any to spare."
"What's a crew for?" he cooed.
"And a girl's best friend?" She gazed at him questioningly.
"Exactly."
Athena paid the bill, the doublet returning to the shipyard. Gerard greeted them. He had finished retrofitting the bathroom and exchanged some rusty parts after adding a water tank. Gerald's work was completed an hour ago, so the man took the liberty of setting up a few of the items delivered. Wash had a piece fitted for her bed, as well as a footboard and headboard he discovered. The pilot coated the wood after sanding it down a bit, adding some stained beams to the top, hiding the shuttle's roof. After double-checking the setup, both she and Wash nodded to Gerald with appreciation. Wash went into the shuttle, Athena paying Gerard. She said her goodbyes, following her crewmate. On the way to Serenity, Wash told Athena more stories while she finished decorating. Black velvety fabric draped the top beams, accompanied sheer material around her bed since there was a pillar to hang it on. She made her bed, adding pillows she liked. Wash set the shuttle down, leaving the cockpit once docked with Serenity.
"Wow, this looks great!" Wash chirped.
"Thank you."
"Inara did something similar on the ceiling as well." He glimpsed above his head.
"It makes the eyes less sore."
"On that, we can agree." Wash folded his lips.
She held up a few items. "Want to help me?"
"Sure!"
Athena handed Wash one of the small nightstands. He placed them on either side of the bed, arranging two smaller lamps, taking the garbage to a more giant box. Though she lined the ceiling with black velvet, the other colors were turquoise, light brown, and ivory. Her makeshift couch across the way was ebony adorned with throw pillows that matched the different colors. Athena set a small coffee table down after laying a rug out.
"That should be good enough. Everything else is just personal items from my bags."
"It looks great, Thena."
"Thank you. You helped me pick out some of it."
"You're welcome." He motioned for her to follow. "Come on. Time to introduce you to the crew, Newbie." Wash led her down the stairs, then over to the crew. "You all remember Athena Serra." He looked from her to Jayne. "Thena, this is Jayne."
"Are you still a registered companion? Or do you freelance now? Captain wasn't clear." Jayne shook her hand.
"Just know, it wasn't my idea to name the ape. I warned the Captain and Zoe the minute they named it, they'd get attached. We mostly just ignore him." He nudged her past Jayne. "This is Book, our Shepherd."
"Nice to meet you." Book smiled.
"You as well." Athena shook his hand.
"You know the Captain and Zoe." He motioned past them. "This is our doctor, Simon, and his sister, River."
"Nice to meet you both," Athena greeted.
They all shook hands, though River held it a little longer.
"River, what are you doing?" Simon got anxious.
Athena stopped Simon. "She's deciding. Let her complete her task."
"Deciding what?" Simon wondered.
"Your sister was put in a lab, and her brain was manipulated to become something else, making her someone else. Did you ever find out the exact reasons why?"
Simon shrugged. "Just that they wanted a weapon."
"They did. But it goes deeper. People like me are rare."
"Soul Seekers."
"Yes. The reason? Our training is brutal. About 90 percent die. Of the ten left, five go mad, three wear their bodies out so bad they lose basic functions, and one percent quit. Whoever is left do this job. Why is it that strenuous? Because we are a weapon. We have to train to kill a man with anything, anywhere, at any time, and leave no trace that we were there." She glimpsed around the bay. "There are over 700 ways I could kill you, half of them without even touching you. This training takes decades. Alliance got tired of waiting and losing people. They wanted an army of us without the statistics getting in the way."
"How do you know this?" Simon asked.
"When you take a group of people, and you go through intense scenarios together, manage to remain sane, and live? You're bonded. These men and women, these assassins, are my brothers and sisters. We'll be there at a moment's notice for any of the others. We were there to fight a second war with them. You can't use needles and wires to get this training. Sure, River could kill you with her pinky, but she isn't whole, is she?"
Simon shook his head. "No."
"How come we didn't hear about this?" Zoe asked.
Athena shook her head. "You know just as much as I, Lady V, that the Alliance never tells anyone why to do what's needed, just that you simply should do it. This is inhuman. But, River can get better."
"You can help her?" Simon inquired.
Athena faced River. "That's up to her. The hard part is already done."
"I'd like to see the sunlight again." River's smile disappeared. "They wanted us to kill you. You found what made their veins dark, spotty. They didn't like that."
"I know." Athena handed her a knife. "Now's your chance, should you like to fulfill that."
River took the knife and holstered it back in its spot. "No. You aren't a monster. That's what they wanted me to believe. You bleed red. Not black. It's dirty. You are clean, clear. Like warm water on a beach."
"You can be too." She turned to see a woman standing next to Mal, beaming brightly. "You must be Kaylee."
"Athena. You're so damn pretty." Her eyes got big. "I hope that's not rude to say."
Athena managed a smile, though the crew gathered it was a rare occasion by the fact she tried to hide it.
"You're cute." Athena complimented her.
"I thought I was the cute one." Jayne's face distorted.
"You are, but in a helpless-fragile-baby-bird-who-needs-it's-mother kind of way. Kaylee's cute in a pinch-the-baby's-yummy-cheeks—"she lightly pinched the young woman's cheeks "—kind of way."
"I've got cheeks." Jayne pouted.
"This is physically hurting right now." Wash put his hand on his chest.
They all laugh but quiet down when they see Inara come down the steps.
"So, Athena, tell me: what have you been up to these last ten years?"
"Keeping myself busy with work," Athena replied slowly.
"You mean to tell me that you've been making an honest living?"
"One of us has to," Athena said simply.
Inara raised her eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm not lying and keeping secrets. I've been pretty transparent."
"What do you call what happened yesterday?" Inara inquired.
"None of your business. But, I could give you some really great ammunition to destroy my name in front of everyone so they hate me if you'd like," Athena suggested.
"You already did that yourself." Inara snorted. "They just haven't figured it out yet."
Athena responded, "Until they do, you'd do well to keep your mouth shut. Which I realize is hard for a woman of your, what is it, stature? Personally, I don't see a difference between a whore or Companion when they're on their knees, and I was one."
Everyone caught glimpses of each other as they tried to keep their laughs stifled. Inara stepped closer, putting her face inches from her sister's.
"I gave Mal permission to let you onboard—"
"No, you didn't." Athena interrupted. "Mal is the Captain. In the end, I'd be here whether you wanted me to be or not. He was just courteous enough to consult first."
"Let me be clear." Inara slightly raised her voice. "While you're here, you will stay out of my way."
Athena bowed. "As you wish, your ladyship."
Inara scoffed then left the hold, going back to her shuttle. Wash put his hand on her shoulder.
"You have work to do, Master Washburne. Should Kaylee feel up to it, I would love a tour. Help me get acquainted."
"I'd like that!" The young woman beamed. "You'll love Serenity. She's a great ship."
The two also left Cargo, Book accompanying them.
"I like her." River smiled, following them.
Simon went after her.
"Let her get settled in. We'll check on her later." Mal turned to everyone else.
"You want to get better acquainted?" Wash smirked at Mal.
"Careful, Wash. We get into space, I'll boot you into the airlock."
"Yes, sir."
"Take off in an hour," Mal told them.