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My Ship's My Only
Friend
by Tami
“Sir, I'd like you to take the helm, please. I need this man to tear all my clothes off.”
What could he possibly say to that? Zoë had earned the reprieve after all they’d been through. It was just as well to Mal, he could stand to have a little time to himself. With a ship full of contraband, eight – sometimes nine – crew members, and constantly running from the Alliance, time was a precious commodity.
Besides that, everyone seemed to have someone. Zoë had Wash. He’d noticed Kaylee and the doctor getting friendly. The doc himself had his sister to look after. Shepherd had his Bible and its words of wisdom to contemplate. Jayne had his guns to fawn over. Inara would just as soon not have anything to do with him lately. So, that left him with Serenity. He sat back in the pilot’s seat, stared out the window, reflecting on life and its many changes.
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