Who: Captain Malcolm Reynolds and Crew What: A discussion of business in a clandestine fashion Where: The Rabbit Hole When: July 22nd, late evening. Rating: PG-13, most likely, 'cause Mal curses a lot. Notes:
There were a lot of things in his life that Malcolm Reynolds never would have expected to happen. He never saw the Alliance winning the war, which some could argue had actually happened. He never saw himself as a man to get married, which fell into the same category as the above, and he surely never saw himself making a right mess of his home, just to fly through Reaver territory, and blow the lid off the biggest secret the Alliance probably had to keep. Those were all things he'd done and Mal reckoned he probably couldn't have done any of them without the crew he had by his side.
It was with such in mind that he finally decided to put out the call to Zoe and get everyone together. River had been here, and now Simon had showed up too. Those were people who needed looking out for, never mind the fact that there weren't really any clear answers about putting things right. So, at the end of the day, Mal finally had to relent to one, impossible to ignore, bit of truth that he really wasn't fond of:
They were stuck in some weird, backwards, town on Earth that was; they had no ship, ships didn't even exist, with no guns, and no jobs. It was a tough bind no matter how he cut the mustard and Mal found himself grumbling that fact out as he sat down at the table, waiting for everyone else to show up. They were crew, his crew. That meant, for better or worse, he was responsible for them...even when they didn't have a ship.
Plus, even if he and Zoe had been talking rather extensively about plans and theories, he couldn't deny that it really would feel good to just sit down with everyone again.