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Firefly: Flight of the Valiant	By : Aimereta Category: 1 through F > Firefly Views: 1490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Firefly the television series and Serenity, the movie, are owned by Joss Whedon. I neither seek nor receive monetary gain for this work of fan fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-How It All Started
- 2-The Calm Before the Storm
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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Shadow here. Sorry I haven't done much with Long Time Gone; I haven't abandoned it, I swear! I've just got a billion other things I'm working on, haha. Anywho, so this chapter is a flashback, as the name suggests, to when my two main characters met. I would like to note that canon characters will not be appearing in this story, except maybe in random flashbacks. I'm mainly adding this fic up here to give my buddies an outlet to read this fic without having to e-mail them the chapters XD they have characters in this as well. Anywho, enough of my rambling. Ryu and Kat, Enjoy!

“Yo, James!” Harvey called his name one more time before said man finally looked up.
“Yeah, I’m listenin’.” He was very desperately trying not to look at all of the exposed flesh and the people very nearly having public sex. A brothel definitely was not his idea of a great meeting place to do business; at least not the kind of business he was interested in. “You want more for your cut from this last job; I get that, but it ain’t my decision. You gotta take it up with the guys up top.” He took another swig of the piss Harvey had ordered and called beer. What he didn’t tell Harvey that this was the last job he’d be taking from him; ever. He wanted to strike out on his own; take his own jobs and make his own way. He had just enough money saved up that would pay to put the ship he’d been using under his own name, and today’s profits would put him in the clear. However, the sniveling weasel he’d taken the job from was asking more than his fair share.
“Qù tamade!¹ You know damn well they don’t give two shits about the little guys down on the bottom. I’m askin’ as a friend.” James fought the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he deadpanned.
“Gunkai, hundan.² Where were you when this job nearly went south because of your shitty planning?” Harvey turned whiter than a sheet. James had gone to far more trouble than it was worth for this job. Harvey put on a nervous smile, trying to laugh it off.
“Hey, hey, you’re just too tense, that’s it. You need to relax! Yeah.” He looked around, and James knew this was going to end very badly. “I need some entertainment for my friend and me here!” He waved a bill, and James’ suspicions were confirmed. Two women came sauntering out from the back; well, one woman who was buxom and looked like she was far past her prime, and one young girl who he thought couldn’t have been any more than sixteen. The younger one was lanky, and not blessed with overly large breasts as the older woman was. Her hair was cropped short in a choppy boy-cut, and dyed a deep blood red. Though she looked stunning, James read beyond the gussied-up exterior and saw her nervous fear as plain as day. What the hell was a young girl like her doing working for some shady shit-hole like this?!
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. A little ji bai³ is just what you need.” The buxom one took the bill from him and stuffed it in her immense cleavage, a lascivious grin on her face as she sat on Harvey’s lap facing him. The young one sat sideways on James’ lap, ramrod straight as she crossed her legs. Her royal blue dress was overly short, so if she hadn’t, she would have flashed everyone. She bit her lower lip, painted a deep red. James held his hands up.
“Harvey, I don’t want it. I value women far more than this, unlike you. I just want to give you your cut, get back to my ship, and get flying.” He said, and the young girl’s eyes widened.
“Are you a pilot?” She actually looked hopeful.
“No, but I’m looking for one, if you know anyone who’d take the job.” The older woman snarled at her younger co-worker.
“Cami, what did I tell you?” Cami flinched, and James’ anger rose a few more notches.
“Not to look for another job while I’m on the job. Yes, ma’am.” She stood hastily, nearly falling over from the high heels she was wearing, obviously unused to them. James jumped up to catch her before she fell, and she blushed as the older woman rolled her eyes.
“Ugh. Honey, you’re never going to make it in this business if you walk away just because someone said no. You’ve gotta make him want you…” She gyrated her hips on top of Harvey’s, making James roll his eyes.
“I don’t want to make it in this business.” Cami snapped back quietly, the venom in her voice palpable. Once she was steady on her feet, James let go of her and she stormed off. He briefly wondered if she’d been sold to work here, and that thought made his blood boil even more.
“Sorry about Camille, there. She’s new. I can get one of my other girls here to…” The older woman started, but James cut her off.
“She indentured?” James asked brusquely. The older woman was taken aback.
“No, she just couldn’t find work anywhere else. Times are tough, and nobody’s hiring pilots right now. ‘Specially female ones.” James didn’t even bother looking at her as he saw Camille being accosted by a drunken man.
“I’m hiring.” He walked away, to the protest of Harvey and his escort. The drunk who’d approached the young lady violently grabbed her ass, and before James could step in, Camille had delivered a stiff right hook to the drunk’s jaw. The anger on her young face looked wrong.
“I said no, hwoon dahn!”⁴ Apparently this one had a colorful mouth on her. However, the drunk man’s buddies didn’t take too kindly to her roughing up their buddy.
“Little bitch! It’s your job!” One of them reared back to slap her, but James caught his arm in his hand.
“Not anymore.” Throwing the man’s arm to the side, he reached to gently take Camille’s hand. “Come with me.” She was a little confused, but she followed regardless. Just as he was walking away, the burly brute grabbed his shoulder.
“Hey! You can’t hog her like that!” James had to let go of Camille’s’ hand to grab the one on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly in his iron grip. The brute let out a cry of pain and Camille’s eyes widened as she faintly heard bones cracking.
“Chiu di yu, pu yin.⁵ Let’s be peaceable, and leave each other alone.” He twisted his wrist just slightly, a sickening crack very nearly being drowned out by the man’s howl of pain. Camille flinched before James began pulling her away again. A large hand grabbed the shoulder strap of her dress, yanking her backward and tearing it slightly. She yelped, falling back on her butt because she was off balance on her high heels. She barely had enough time to roll out of the way of someone’s foot coming at her head, and the brawl began. Soon a huge group of men were tangling, throwing punches and barstools. Women were screaming, trying desperately to get out of the way. Most of them were able to make it into the back, but some weren’t so fortunate. Camille took the opportunity to kick off her black high heels, throwing one of them at the head of a drunken man coming toward her. She stood back up, a few inches gone from her height, but she was smiling devilishly now; she’d be able to fight much more easily in bare feet. Expertly throwing punches and well-placed kicks, she was able to take down a fair few of the brawlers. James had to admit that she was damn good; she was perfect for his crew. As he managed to punch out a few for himself, he heard the sirens of the Feds not far off.
“Shit. Camille!” He called out, and she turned to him after a swift uppercut to an oncoming man with a barstool. He motioned for her to follow, which she did, and they ran into the back of the establishment.
“Follow me!” She said, leading him into the back alley where they were finally able to catch their breath.
“They won’t find us back here. How did you know my name?” She pushed the ruined strap of her dress back onto her shoulder. James removed his coat.
“The other woman told me.” He handed it to her, and she blushed, gratefully pulling it over her shoulders. It was quite chilly outside. “That was some fast fighting you did back there. Where’d you learn to do that?” He was curious. Camille smiled sheepishly.
“Previous employment. A ship I was piloting for had a few people on it who taught me different things.” James raised an eyebrow.
“So you are a pilot. Big Bertha back there let that one slip, too.” He said at her confused look, smirking. Camille chuckled, shaking her head.
“She never could keep her mouth shut.” She looked behind James, hearing the commotion from inside.
“Check out back!” They heard someone scream. Luckily, both of them were quick thinkers. James used his height to pin her to the wall, putting his lips to hers and she responded by fisting his shirt in her hands before the back door slammed open, three Feds coming into the back alleyway. James faked a surprised jump and Camille yelped, instantly clinging to him.
“The hell is going on?!” James quipped angrily. One of the Feds approached the ‘couple,’ gun drawn.
“Sir, we were called in response to a brawl. This is also a known hub for illegal prostitution. Is she registered?” Camille’s eyes widened in fear as she clung to James’ sleeve even tighter.
“Baby, tell him not to point that thing at me!” She made her voice scared and tight.
“She is my wife! Put that thing away before you hurt someone!” He swatted at the barrel of the gun, and the Fed lowered it. “Now we don’t know anything about a fight. We’re just some honest folk out for a night on the town.” He lied eloquently. Camille had to admit he was good.
“I’m going to need some identification.” Camille’s heart skipped a beat, but James instantly grumbled and reached into his front pocket, handing the Fed an ident card. He scanned it, and the guard suddenly looked whiter than a sheet.
“My apologies, Mr. Gallamore! I did not recognize your station in such plain clothes!” He sputtered, and James snatched the card back irritably.
“Well, that’s your own fault. Now leave me be before I report back to your superior with a harassment charge!” The terrified man instantly complied, his comrades heading back inside. Once the door was shut, James’ body visibly relaxed. He turned back around to see Camille’s confused visage.
“What the hell?!” James grinned.
“Swiped it off a fancy gentleman during the brawl. I had a feeling they were gonna call the Feds.” He held up the card, glancing at it before tossing it in a garbage can. “Looks like it was the right one. Let’s get out of here.” He held out his arm for her to take.
“So you’re not an Alliance drone. That’s good to know.” James snarled.
“I’d sooner get sucked through an intake valve than work for one of those fay-fay duh pee-yen⁶ bureaucrats.” Camille giggled, and James smirked sheepishly. “Please excuse my language. I’m not normally so crude, but when the Alliance gets involved, I get a little touchy. Or when a drunken asshole takes advantage of a girl he thinks is a whore, when it’s obvious you’re not.” Camille rolled her eyes.
“Ugh, hardly.” As they walked out of the alley, James made a right, and they were getting some funny stares from people as they walked down the street. It unnerved Camille a bit, but she had a feeling she knew why. She wasn’t wearing shoes, and James’ casual coat looked slightly out of place atop her satiny dress. Clutching it closed with her other hand, she decided to play up the role of his ‘wife,’ and she smiled like she was having the greatest time in the world.
“Mei-mei, you look tired. Let’s head back to my ship, dong ma?”⁷ James apparently had the same idea. Camille leaned her head against his arm; he was too tall for her to reach his shoulder.
“Alright.” She replied simply. Fortunately his coat was keeping her warm, as the night had gotten chilly and her skimpy dress would have done little to take away the bite. Her feet had started to go numb by the time they reached the port, and she was silently wishing she hadn’t tossed her shoes. Luckily, they made it inside the ship before too long, and she reveled in the warmth the expansive cargo hold offered.
“Here she is. Home sweet home.” James said, leading her up the stairs to the catwalk above.
“What’s her name?” Camille asked, taking in her surroundings. She recognized the model as a Firefly, sadly remembering back to her time on Serenity.
“Valiant. Not the most creative, I know.” Camille smiled.
“And you?” James looked back over his shoulder, smirking.
“James. Never did get around to that, huh?” He led her across and into the kitchen area before heading down the crew hallway to the cockpit. Camille instantly went for the pilot’s chair, half expecting to see the dinosaur figurines on the edge of the panel. Running her hands over the controls, James approached her cautiously.
“Ever flown one of these before?” Camille smiled sadly.
“Yes. Up until a few months ago it was the only thing I had flown.” She didn’t want to divulge details unless she had to; after all, she’d only just met this man. She wasn’t exactly sure if she could completely trust him yet. She shook her head to clear it, swiveling the chair to look back at James.
“I’m going to be frank with you, here. I’m really hurting for a pilot right now. I can’t pay much, but I’m hoping you’ll consider being here as being better than that damned whore house. Young thing like you shouldn’t be servicing old folk like me.” Camille raised an eyebrow.
“I am of age, Captain. They wouldn’t have hired me if I’d been younger.” She pointed out. “And I don’t see how you can call yourself old.”
“I’m old enough to be your father, that’s how.” James countered before realizing how she’d addressed him. “You called me Captain. That mean you’ll take the job?” Camille smirked.
“Do I get my own room?”

¹ Fuck that!
² Fuck you, asshole.
³ pussy
⁴ bastard!
⁵ Go to hell, fat ass.
⁶ baboon’s ass crack.
⁷ Okay? (Understand?) I’m taking liberties, here, haha. And I’m using mei-mei as a pet name here.
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