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Author's note: Ok, it has been a while since I have updated. I apologize. Yes, this chapter is a bit short, but I thought I would go ahead and put it up. Enjoy.
The next few days passed quietly. Angela seemed to fit into her share of the work. She spent her free time up on the bridge watching the seemingly endless expanse of the verse. She watched every move that Wash made as he piloted the boat. "Why do you do that?" He asked.
"Why do you display those little plastic dinosaurs everywhere?"
"Because I can."
"Well there you go." Angela replied with a grin. She turned and made her way to her room.
Jayne met her outside her door. "Wash kick you out?"
"No, I kicked myself out."
"Why?"
"Mind your own gorram business."
"I could make you my gorram business."
"Try it, I dare you."
Jayne laughed. He was about to reply when Mal's voice came over the intercom. "Jayne get your ass down to the mule! And bring Angela with you!"
"Well, darlin' I guess you've just been made my business." Jayne said with a grin.
"Kiss my ass." Angela snapped back as she headed for the mule.
"Love to, darlin'." Jayne said under his breath.
"'Bout time you got down here." Mal said stiffly to his sister.
"What do you want, Mal?" Angela snapped back.
"I need you to go get dressed up. The men I'll be transacting business with are expecting me to be traveling with two companions. I was going to ask Kaylee, but…"
"Now that I'm here, I'd be more convincing."
"Basically."
"Gorramit, Mal! I'm not a companion anymore. You know that."
"I know that just as well as you know that you're still my little sister."
"I haven't seen you for years. You ran off and now you want to play the big brother card?"
"Angel…"
"Don't Angel me, Malcolm Reynolds. Don't you dare!"
"Listen, you are going on this trip. And whether you like it or not, I am still your older brother. Now go get changed. We're leavin' in an hour." Mal said desperately trying to control the anger in his voice.
Angela glared at her brother and then turned to walk back to her room. Jayne fought to hide a grin, but failed miserable. "What are you grinnin' about?" Mal snapped.
Jayne shrugged. "Nuthin'… nuthin' at all."