******You can read Serenity's Story Part 1 by clicking here: Yes, right here ******

Also, the last one I wrote, I started late and had to end it somewhere so I could sleep...I admit, it wasn't exactly the best place.

*Joss is the greatest, I'm only borrowing his awesomeness of Serenity/Firefly. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ She didn’t expect to ever see him again. He was just another passer-by customer who didn’t know anything. Yet there he stood, in a brown coat. He was talking to a woman, trying to convince her of the ship’s worth.

“Try to see past what she is and on to what she can be?”

It was apparent to her that the woman respected the young man by her warm-hearted but firm disagreement to the purchase of the ship. Purchase of the ship. That feeling came rushing back. That hope. Those faint embers of ignited into full-blown hope. But it was more than that even. She was going to fly again. She was going to be in that great blue. Her mind took flight for several seconds as she imagined herself rushing into the open sky, careening through the playful clouds and soon rising above them. Her structure would shake ever so slightly as she broke atmo and finally left behind this hopeless desert. But, the daydream was interrupted when she heard the man speak once more.

“I already know what I’m gunna call her, got a name aaall picked out.”

A name. She was going to have a name. She’d long since forgotten her last one. Not that she much wanted to remember. Most of the time the people that looked at her just referred to her as luh-suh, fei-oo, and more recently “a death trap.” She wasn’t too fond of those, but those negative thoughts evaporated into the dry air when she remembered the young man’s reference to her as freedom. That was new. Freedom was a noun too often abused by those who had it. She gave her prior owners freedom. But they must ‘a figured she’d run on fuel fumes and half broken parts ‘cause they never indulged her with fully working ones. She’d get worse and worse off as they flew around the ‘verse transporting all manner of interesting cargo. But the worst of them was the mechanic, his name was Joel. Joel Hannock. He really was half asleep most of the time. She’d never seen such an lazy soul; he never worried on fixin’ her when she was barely limpin’. She now wondered if it was fate that made them run her into the ground. She watched the young man show the woman around. As they stood on the cobweb ridden cat-walk, he kept trying to convince her that the ship would run again.

“We need some manner ‘a reliable transportation if we plan on eatin’ ever again.”

“And you believe that’s possible with a ship that’s been sittin’ in the middle of nowhere for who knows how long and that more ‘n likely had something living in it for a while?”

“That’s the plan,” he replied. But the look on the woman’s face told him that she’d have to see it before she believed it. But the young man seemed to already know that she would need some kind of proof. The sense of camaraderie that filled the room was stifling and yet the two breathed at ease. She’d never known such a feeling of trust.