I do the job; I get paid.

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He brightened.  “Good!  I’m glad we got that outta the way!”  He leaned back against the mule.  “Since you gave us all this food - which I appreciate - are ya hungry?  I can probably whip somethin’ up, if ya wanna eat?”

“Well, if you’re offering.” She walked past him and climbed the stairs out of the cargo bay, already knowing where she was heading.

“HEY!” He shouted at her.  “Stop right where you’re at,” he said, as he loaded an empty box with different foods.  “You don’t go ANYWHERE on this ship, without me close by.  You know this.”  He picked up the box, and trotted to her.

“Then keep up.” She said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the ‘verse.

He glared at her, and followed close behind her as they made their way into the kitchen.  Upon entering, he sat the box of food on the counter, and pointed to a seat.  “Sit.”  He smirked.  “KAYLEE!” he shouted.  “IF YOU WANT FOOD, GET IN HERE, ‘CAUSE I’M PLANNIN’ ON MAKIN’ SOME!”

She sat down with a little roll of her eyes, making a face of affront when he yelled. She cast around the room, she wouldn’t admit that she found the place quite cozy.

Pulling out a couple of pants and cooking utensils with a clatter, he set to work cooking.  He hadn’t had real food in a while, and his mouth was watering just from the thought of tomatoes, eggs, and real meat.

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He brightened.  “Good!  I’m glad we got that outta the way!”  He leaned back against the mule.  “Since you gave us all this food - which I appreciate - are ya hungry?  I can probably whip somethin’ up, if ya wanna eat?”

“Well, if you’re offering.” She walked past him and climbed the stairs out of the cargo bay, already knowing where she was heading.

“HEY!” He shouted at her.  “Stop right where you’re at,” he said, as he loaded an empty box with different foods.  “You don’t go ANYWHERE on this ship, without me close by.  You know this.”  He picked up the box, and trotted to her.

“Then keep up.” She said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the ‘verse.

He glared at her, and followed close behind her as they made their way into the kitchen.  Upon entering, he sat the box of food on the counter, and pointed to a seat.  “Sit.”  He smirked.  “KAYLEE!” he shouted.  “IF YOU WANT FOOD, GET IN HERE, ‘CAUSE I’M PLANNIN’ ON MAKIN’ SOME!”

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He brightened.  “Good!  I’m glad we got that outta the way!”  He leaned back against the mule.  “Since you gave us all this food - which I appreciate - are ya hungry?  I can probably whip somethin’ up, if ya wanna eat?”

“Well, if you’re offering.” She walked past him and climbed the stairs out of the cargo bay, already knowing where she was heading.

"HEY!" He shouted at her.  "Stop right where you’re at," he said, as he loaded an empty box with different foods.  "You don’t go ANYWHERE on this ship, without me close by.  You know this."  He picked up the box, and trotted to her.

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Finally finished unloading the food crates, he leaned on the cart and looked down at her with a smirk.  “My owin’ ya … you’re gonna spring that on me when I’m least expectin’ it, ain’t ya?”

“Whether or not you expect it’s not my concern. I’ll call it in when I need it.”

He sniffed once, then moved close to her and looked her dead in the eye.  He was calm (even if he was a little turned on - which he hid well), a small smirk on his face.  He was inches away from her face.  When he spoke, he spoke quietly.  “The only reason I agreed was because my boat and my crew is in trouble.  And you know how much I love Serenity.  That’s good leverage for you.  But you make sure you keep this in the front of your brain, Mia: If you play me on this deal - if you bring harm to any of my crew - I will kill you dead.  Right in the spot you happen to be standing at the time.”  He didn’t blink.

She looked up at him with a slightly bored expression, she’d heard this speech before. With a half-smile and a quirk of the eyebrow she asked, “Are you done?”

He grinned at her and stepped closer.  “I’ve had my share of hell.  You can stand there and pretend none of this bothers you.  But it does.  And it bothers you because you know you’d do the same thing were the roles reversed.  You and I ain’t too much different.  But there is one difference - you’ve put men in a position to get killed, while I’ve killed men by my own hand.  You chew on that awhile.  What we done earlier doesn’t change anything.”  He stepped back, eyed everything.  “Now I’m done.”

She rolled her eyes, whether or not his little speech made an impact or not unclear even to her. “I never said it did change anything.”

He brightened.  “Good!  I’m glad we got that outta the way!”  He leaned back against the mule.  “Since you gave us all this food - which I appreciate - are ya hungry?  I can probably whip somethin’ up, if ya wanna eat?”

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Finally finished unloading the food crates, he leaned on the cart and looked down at her with a smirk.  “My owin’ ya … you’re gonna spring that on me when I’m least expectin’ it, ain’t ya?”

“Whether or not you expect it’s not my concern. I’ll call it in when I need it.”

He sniffed once, then moved close to her and looked her dead in the eye.  He was calm (even if he was a little turned on - which he hid well), a small smirk on his face.  He was inches away from her face.  When he spoke, he spoke quietly.  “The only reason I agreed was because my boat and my crew is in trouble.  And you know how much I love Serenity.  That’s good leverage for you.  But you make sure you keep this in the front of your brain, Mia: If you play me on this deal - if you bring harm to any of my crew - I will kill you dead.  Right in the spot you happen to be standing at the time.”  He didn’t blink.

She looked up at him with a slightly bored expression, she’d heard this speech before. With a half-smile and a quirk of the eyebrow she asked, “Are you done?”

He grinned at her and stepped closer.  “I’ve had my share of hell.  You can stand there and pretend none of this bothers you.  But it does.  And it bothers you because you know you’d do the same thing were the roles reversed.  You and I ain’t too much different.  But there is one difference - you’ve put men in a position to get killed, while I’ve killed men by my own hand.  You chew on that awhile.  What we done earlier doesn’t change anything.”  He stepped back, eyed everything.  “Now I’m done.”

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Finally finished unloading the food crates, he leaned on the cart and looked down at her with a smirk.  “My owin’ ya … you’re gonna spring that on me when I’m least expectin’ it, ain’t ya?”

“Whether or not you expect it’s not my concern. I’ll call it in when I need it.”

He sniffed once, then moved close to her and looked her dead in the eye.  He was calm (even if he was a little turned on - which he hid well), a small smirk on his face.  He was inches away from her face.  When he spoke, he spoke quietly.  “The only reason I agreed was because my boat and my crew is in trouble.  And you know how much I love Serenity.  That’s good leverage for you.  But you make sure you keep this in the front of your brain, Mia: If you play me on this deal - if you bring harm to any of my crew - I will kill you dead.  Right in the spot you happen to be standing at the time.”  He didn’t blink.

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“As we both have already reluctantly agreed - I ain’t got much choice.  Quite frankly, it’s either ‘trust’ you, as it is, or die.  And I ain’t much for dyin’, woman.”

“And I ain’t much for being called ‘woman’.”

“You prefer ‘liar’?  How about ‘cheat’?  Maybe ‘conniving bitch’?”  He smirked.  He knew he’d better stop, but he didn’t know if he could.  There was something about fighting with her, something about the snark behind it, that seemed to get him going.  in an odd way, he enjoyed it.  Unfortunately, he enjoyed the other thing it seemed to bring about: Tension.  That of the sexual nature.  He was sure it pretty much did the same thing to her, which he both enjoyed and despised.

He wanted her.  But, Jesus, why?  Why?  What was it about her?  he wouldn’t tell her.  No way, no how.  Never in a million years.

“Oh, flattery. No wonder you get so many jobs. You have such a way with people!”

“Hey, I use what I need to use when I need to use it.  And right now, I don’t need to use it.”  He started emptying the mule of the food crates, onto a small rolling platform.  “Besides, neither of us need to be butterin’ the other up for any reason.  ever.  At least we can remain honest with each other in that way.”

She muttered something derogatory in Chinese and helped him with the crates. They were back to normal, insulting each other at every bend. Which was good. It simplifies things.

Finally finished unloading the food crates, he leaned on the cart and looked down at her with a smirk.  “My owin’ ya … you’re gonna spring that on me when I’m least expectin’ it, ain’t ya?”

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“As we both have already reluctantly agreed - I ain’t got much choice.  Quite frankly, it’s either ‘trust’ you, as it is, or die.  And I ain’t much for dyin’, woman.”

“And I ain’t much for being called ‘woman’.”

“You prefer ‘liar’?  How about ‘cheat’?  Maybe ‘conniving bitch’?”  He smirked.  He knew he’d better stop, but he didn’t know if he could.  There was something about fighting with her, something about the snark behind it, that seemed to get him going.  in an odd way, he enjoyed it.  Unfortunately, he enjoyed the other thing it seemed to bring about: Tension.  That of the sexual nature.  He was sure it pretty much did the same thing to her, which he both enjoyed and despised.

He wanted her.  But, Jesus, why?  Why?  What was it about her?  he wouldn’t tell her.  No way, no how.  Never in a million years.

“Oh, flattery. No wonder you get so many jobs. You have such a way with people!”

"Hey, I use what I need to use when I need to use it.  And right now, I don’t need to use it."  He started emptying the mule of the food crates, onto a small rolling platform.  "Besides, neither of us need to be butterin’ the other up for any reason.  ever.  At least we can remain honest with each other in that way.”

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“As we both have already reluctantly agreed - I ain’t got much choice.  Quite frankly, it’s either ‘trust’ you, as it is, or die.  And I ain’t much for dyin’, woman.”

“And I ain’t much for being called ‘woman’.”

"You prefer ‘liar’?  How about ‘cheat’?  Maybe ‘conniving bitch’?"  He smirked.  He knew he’d better stop, but he didn’t know if he could.  There was something about fighting with her, something about the snark behind it, that seemed to get him going.  in an odd way, he enjoyed it.  Unfortunately, he enjoyed the other thing it seemed to bring about: Tension.  That of the sexual nature.  He was sure it pretty much did the same thing to her, which he both enjoyed and despised.

He wanted her.  But, Jesus, why?  Why?  What was it about her?  he wouldn’t tell her.  No way, no how.  Never in a million years.

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He whirled around and looked at her, exasperated. “Dammit, Kaylee, I asked her.” He walked back to her and stared at her. “You keep ‘er flyin’, keep ‘er runnin’, and I’ve no doubt you love Serenity. I see it in your eyes every…

“She ain’t exactly wrong, you know,” he said, as he approached Mia again.  “You ain’t trustworthy.”  He glanced back as Kaylee left.  “So,” he said, as he looked back to Mia, “might wanna listen to her and stay away from the engine room.”  He gave a tight-lipped smile.

She rolled her eyes, “I ain’t going in your engine room. Besides, you’re the one who decided to trust me.” She raised her eyebrows with a crooked smile, “You didn’t have all that much of a choice, but you’re putting a fair bit of trust on such an untrustworthy person.” She emphasised the last words mockingly.

"As we both have already reluctantly agreed - I ain’t got much choice.  Quite frankly, it’s either ‘trust’ you, as it is, or die.  And I ain’t much for dyin’, woman."