Carrying His Bullet --------------------------

based on the world of Firefly by Joss Whedon

"Heard you were hunting him again? Maybe finish what you started." the elderly man smiled as he placed another gun on the table wiping it clean. The shadows covering the addressed.

"You could say that."

"You realize it's been almost ten years since you saw him last and if I remember, it didn't end well." He watched as the pistol disappeared under a dark brown coat.

"It could've ended better, but things came up and with them, came circumstances beyond our control."

"You think he'll want you strolling into his life again. I do believe you were the one who strolled out."

"Nope, but as I see it, I never quite gave him a chance to say goodbye. Every man deserves to at least have that chance."

"True, but the Alliance will be following."

"Aren't they always?" He heard the distinct sound of a chamber spinning. "He has a woman."

"So I've heard. Companion or such...Typical of him."

"You broke him heart. Did you expect him to wait?"

"The female part of me, maybe."

"What if he doesn't even recognize you?"

"Mal will." The young woman finally emerging from the shadows, a head of long red hair playing with the light as cold emerald eyes seemed to glisten. "You never forget the person who carries your bullet."