This is based off a quote from Serenity, the movie of the series Firefly, and as you can see is was describes this story. As you may also be able to tell this does not have anything to do with the previous chapter. This "story" is really a bunch of one or two shots staring Chase and Jack and maybe some other people. I'll take suggestions and I'd actually be glad for them since it would give me a chance to expand what I write on. Since this is Chase and Jack centered ficlets and I'm taking suggestions, even though I don't ship it and actually can't make sense of it, I will do chack if need be. At any rate maybe I'll finally get why so many people like it.

"But Chase you've got to come see my new Jack Bot," Jack whined. "You're my hero!" Chase froze, his back turned to Spicer and his hair whipping around in the wind. Did the boy just call him his hero?

Chase squatted in the dead leaves just outside of a large clearing, his diminutive form barely casting a shadow in the flickering light from the fire. Inside the clearing lay a dozen women and children and 5 burly men from a city at war with them. Prisoners of war, hostages, or slaves- it didn't really matter to Chase. He could see the fear etched on their faces and gleaned their fate was anything but pleasant. One of the men was careless and had left their knife near the edge of the ring of light and if Chase could just grab it he could saw through the rope bonds when the men were asleep.

Something grasped Chase's shoulder firmly and he looked on in horror to realize the biggest of the five had spotted him.

"What do we have here boys? Looks like vermin to me," the man carefully eyed Chase as if to judge if he was just a scout for a larger party; Chase looked at him as well observing him carefully; the man was brawny, tall and was covered in numerous black scars that appeared to have been made by cutting on himself and rubbing in ink. Chase tore his eyes away from the body and craned his neck to look the man in the eye. He whimpered in terror, he was looking up at a monster with eyes as cold as ice and hard as iron.

"I do believe he was trying to save our prisoners wasn't he?" He looked down at Chase with a snarl and it was all the boy could do to not break under the mammoth hands pressure as he nodded slowly.

"Brazen little thing aren't you, almost makes up for you looking all girly," from near the fire laughter came as Chase was wheeled around to face the others. Indignation swelled like a bubble inside him but his fright punctured it quickly.

"Trying to be a hero?" He said leering down at Chase. He stood stoic as he could but his knees were beginning to buckle underneath him.

"Do you know what the definition of a hero is?" He beckoned one the his friends and they grabbed a small girl and stuck a knife to her throat while the iron eyed man threw Chase to the ground, pinned him with his foot, and jerked his head back using his hair as a rein.

"Someone who gets other people killed,"

The girl cried out in terror but the sound of her cries soon ceased and were replaced by burbles and crimson rivulets of blood. Chase was hoisted up and carried like a sack, too shocked to struggle, and dumped a good quarter mile away.

"Why didn't you just kill me?" he croaked out while kneeling near a trickle of water in the dirt.

"Because, you could be like me given time, and I want to be in that fight," and with that he walked away ,chuckling when he heard the sounds of Chase vomiting-but he never turned back.

"Chase? Chase are you in there?" Jack said, not quite daring to rap him on the shoulder. Chase turned around with inhuman speed and said in a voice that was both calm and grim,

"I am not your hero."