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Summary: SPOILER ALERT FOR PARTS OF SERENITY!!! When someone comes faces a near death experience, it is up to the most unlikely person in the world to save them and bring them to the most unlikely person in this world.

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Firefly > GeneralClaireCGriffonFR1542,864086,2933 Oct 055 Oct 05No

To Hell and Back

Title- To Hell and Back

By- Claire C Griffon

Disclaimer- I own nothing in this story. All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, FOX, and possiably other people I haven't heard of. I am not connected with them in any way.


Prologue- Rescue

Sighing, Wash released his death grip from Serenity's controls. They had made it. He had landed the boat by gliding her in. That would be quite the pretty tale to tell at some of the different places Mal and the rest of the crew frequented while on the lookout for jobs. "I am a leaf in the wind," he declared. "Watch how I..." But that was as far as anyone ever heard him get. In that moment, a barb from the Reaver ship that had been following them moments before crashed through the window and flew towards him.

Cringing, Wash braced for the impact of it against his body and the pain that would have to come after it. Only, it never came. Slowly, he opened his eyes and almost impaled himself on the barb that had stopped inches in front of him when he saw the person who was standing beside him. It was a girl... or a young woman, he really wasn't sure of the designation on age. She looked to be about River's age, but not at the same time. Brown hair tinged with a dark blue color fell about her face and eyes that were colored blue as well. What completed the look was the suit of full brown body armor that she was wearing.

"Do you require assistance to move?" she asked him in an even tone.

He looked down at the Reaver weapon and then back at her. "Little bit of it wouldn't go amiss."

"Very well," she replied. Without a backwards glance, the woman picked up both the chair and him in one fluid motion and deposited it on the ground once again far from the weapon.

"Umm... thanks." He stood up and looked around a moment. Neither Mal nor his wife Zoe seemed to be moving. It looked at though time had stopped altogether. Turning back to face her, he motioned to the scene before him. "Do you know what's goin' on here?"

"I created a temporal shift within the fabric of this dimension."

"Yeah. Gonna take a stab at this and say you stopped time?"

She cocked her head to the side, a look of confusion crossing her face. "Yes. Was I not clear on this?"

"You might want to use smaller words next time. Don't have much of a use for the bigger ones around here. Well, unless you count Simon and maybe Inara, but they generally end up having to explain the words to us."

"Simon and Inara? Are these... friends?"

"Might say that, yeah."

"I can not take them with," she declared.

"Say what?"

"I have not the strength to move more than myself and one other person from this dimension to my own. I can not take these friends of yours with."

"Yeah. Back up a sec here. Dimensions? Time controlling? This is the stuff on the Cortex people read for fun."

"I do not know what you are talking about."

"Whatever. At least tell me what you're doing here?"

"You do not know?" He glared at her. "I understand. You would not ask if you knew. Very well. When we return to my dimension, our leader will give you the imformation that you desire."

Leader, he thought as she gripped his arm with a strength that not even Zoe posessed. Things never go well when they refer to the guy in charge as the leader. With that final though floating about in his mind, he was pulled through a shimmering, swirling mass of energy and away from the world he had known.
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