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There were loud tunes coming from the hangar again. Virus was over with, city's re-open, Sam's ok, and the only drawback is they got an archangel turned trickster turned human awake and wandering the ship now. Eh, he could think of worst people from his world to wake up. A lot worse.

So time to kick back with his tunes, and hang out with one of his favorite girls. (Kaylee being the other now.) There were still a few repairs remaining from the shore leave he hadn't a chance to get to until now.

So Dean was currently underneath his vehicle, checking over her undercarriage while his bootheels beat a rhythm to some Led Zeppelin.

He was also singing.

"RAMBLE ON... SING MY SONG. BEEN AROUND THE WORLD.."

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As Dean merries himself tuning up the Impala, a pair of feet walk up alongside and begin to circle.

Jim gave a low, appreciative whistle, "Sweet ride, man."

Dean scooted out from underneath and grinned, "Hey man, how you been, and isn't she? Forty years and she's still one classy lady."

He chuckled back, patting the hood, "She's a beaut alright. Could definitely see her surviving another couple of centuries if, y'know, she keeps getting the love."

"Oh she gets plenty of love from me, and my old man before me. We always tried to treat her right." Well there was that time with the crowbar after his father died, but Dean was sure she had forgiven him long since then. Also there was Sam douching her up with a iPod jack after Dean's stint in hell, but Dean set it to rights when he got back.

He then got behind the wheel, and turned her over so her engine would growl and purr.

"Listen to that, those douchy plastic modern cars can't even compare."

Jim nodded, feeling the heat begin to percolate underneath the hood as it roared to life, the thrumming sensation as it bounced gently on the suspension.

"Don't get any of this from a repulsor car," he replied, "Man, I wish I hadn't trashed the Chevy."

Dean leaned his head out of the window, "Hey you say stuff like that and she's gonna hate you. You're lucky I'm letting you touch her after you told me about that."

Crying shame about that poor car.

He held up his hands in defence, "It was a mercy killing. Couldn't bear to see her suffering."

Of course, by 'suffering' he means being manhandled by his jackass of a step-father. She'd actually been in amazing condition for a car that was the best part of three hundred years old.

"If you say so, dude," Dean shrugged at that as he turned the engine off again and got back out. He fetched some beers he had grabbed earlier from the tree, and offered one bottle to Kirk. He popped the lid on his and took a swig.

"She had a warrior's death. Better than being shut away, collecting year after year."

Jim'll gladly go for a beer, "Thanks. So, what else do you do to kill the time when you're not tuning her up?"

"I guess," Dean had another swig of his beer.

"Check out some of the beauties around here, helping out with some of the tune ups when people have asked. Security, running sims for practice, listening to sweet tunes, tavern. Gotta do something or you'd go nuts around here."

Sheryl slid languidly into the passenger seat, running her fingers over the material of the seats. "It's nice," she called. "The car, the music."

Dean jerked up, and got up quickly, "Hey, easy there! Thanks, but next time, just ask first?" He doesn't like people just touching his baby without permission.

"Hmmmmmmm." She slid a finger over the top of the door, smiling playfully. "Pretty please?"

"Fine for now, just make sure you treat her with respect. She's a classy lady, got me?" Granted the woman was cute, but when Dean was serious about somebody, he was faithful. So he considered himself now unavailable.

Dean's not alone! Close by, another crewmate seems to be working on their own car. Said crewmate is a fairly attractive blonde girl, and she's currently leaning over the engine of what looks like a very expensive sports car (http://i53.tinypic.com/2cogbya.jpg).

Her attention didn't stay on it for long, though. She looked up when she heard music, trying to find the source, and smiled when she did.

"Nice car!" She called out.

Dean shifted out from underneath, and got up enough to see hers. Not bad, good color, damn good horsepower to it. More modern though for his tastes.

"You too."

"Yours is an... Impala, right?" She asked, closing the hood of her car and moving closer to Dean's. "That company's not very big in Japan, but I've always liked the design of their cars."

"Yeah, a 1967. Good eye."

She was still getting her legs back after the rage virus, but Kaylee hadn't seen Dean since before she'd gotten sick. Check-in it was.

Bending over to look at Dean under the car, Kaylee smiled at the top of his head. "She's lookin' better each time I see her."

Dean immediately came out from underneath, and got up to hug and kiss her. Not like either of them were gonna care about the grease and oil stains.

"Hey baby, just had a few more repairs to give her."

Not one bit. In fact, the grease was preferred over a scrubbed-clean face any day. Made the t-shirt look nice, too. Kaylee leaned up, all kinds of pleased, to return the kiss.

"Well, you've done a shiny job on her so far. Can't imagine what else you've got in store."

"Eh, her brake line wasn't looking too good, and the shocks took some damage. She's a lot better now. Just want to keep her in a good shape for the next time we get planetside, you know?"

Kaylee laughed. "For another joy ride? Don't blame you at all for it. Need to take Serenity for a spin one of these days. Poor girl's probly feelin' a bit left out."

"Yeah, she's gotta get out on the roads. You should come along next time."

Dean put an arm around her shoulder, "I bet, like to see how your girl handles." Maybe it wouldn't be too bad in space with her. He's still nervous about flying in the sky though.

"Might just have to, so long as the boys wouldn't mind my crashin' the party." She cuddled up close to him. "Handles like a dream, is how she handles. I think you'd approve of her."

"Hey, you're family, it's fine."

Dean nodded at that, "Should think so, the way you look after her so well."

If she wasn't beaming before, she sure was now. "Kinda like that, bein' part of the family. Glad to be promoted." It was like the family the crew had become on Serenity. She was glad it extended to people on Stacy as well.

"Well, y'know. Gotta take care of my baby."

"Been promoted for a while anyway." Dean leaned over to kiss her neck. She saw Sam as lil brother because of him.

One day if they went back to their worlds, he knew he'd lose her. Just the way it worked for anything he loved, might as well get used to it. But for now, it was good.

And he was seeing Stacy's crew as something to protect as well. Could be family, but didn't matter, they needed to be looked after.

"Yeah I know it."

They all knew it, really. When--because 'if' just didn't cut it--they did restore their homes, it would be all goodbyes and no more after that. That didn't mean the Now couldn't be lived in and enjoyed.

She planted a kiss just below his ear. "Need such lookin' after," Kaylee laughed, though whether it meant he did or the cars and ships did wasn't specified.

Dean had a slow easy grin on his face. "Mmm-hmm. ...You did mean our babies right?"

"Our...our..." She paused a moment, then grinned full force and reached up to kiss him. "Beautiful sound, that."

Dean was puzzled at her reaction until he played back what he just said. Oh.. Oh boy. Uh he meant their vehicles. But how it sounded. Uh yeah.

He kissed her back, but now he was belatedly blushing, and rubbing the back of his neck.

There was hard to miss hesitance on his part. Kaylee pulled back, unsure until she saw how red he was.

A nervous laugh. "Not that we'd be able to 'round here anyhow, right? No use in gettin' flustered over it."

"Oh yeah, right. I uh... yeah." He couldn't help it.

".....you've never thought about it."

he rubbed the back of his neck again, "What? No, of course I have... Just figured stuff like that was for people other than me, you know? People who can have the family in the suburbs with the picket fence and the dog and all that."

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"And I live in the middle of space with none of that. That reasonin' says I couldn't ever."

"Uh yeah, yeah got a point there. Like I said, something for other people." Though he would be a good father.

She knew he'd be good at it, but he didn't seem interested in the idea at all. Kaylee raised an eyebrow at him, then walked around the car to take a look at the engine. Easier than getting into an argument over babies.

"How's the oil lookin'?"

The worst thing was, he was interested. Very much so. But he felt that as a hunter, it wasn't in the cards for him. Especially given the fact he did die before the age of 31. His mom tried raising her kids normally and that failed spectacularly. Dean didn't have high hopes of him turning out any better.

He started to say so, but then relaxed when she changed the subject. He walked over to the car.

"Looking good still. I figure at this rate, she's not going to need another oil change for some months." Just can't drive her out as often as he liked to.

A change of subject didn't necessarily mean that Kaylee had relaxed, though. She was just tired, and there was no use in getting into some stupid baby argument when tension was still running a bit high from the virus. Better to lay low about it til another time.

"You keep her in this condition, she'll last for years." Like Serenity. What she wouldn't give just for a test spin right now.

Which he still only came around to the end of.

"Oh yeah, she's already lasted 40 years so far." He patted the hood.

Dean then glanced over at her, "So laid low during that Croat mess?"

And here's his boss, leaning lightly on the Impala's fram. It's not a proper lean, of course; this car isn't exactly rated for mil-spec cyborg weights, and the age of the suspension isn't doing it any favors in that regard.

"Looks like you survived, after all."

"Yeah, you'd think my nine lives be long gone by now," Dean remarked after he recognized her voice. He got out from underneath, and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands. Yes the plantsuit can clean up, but he's traditional about some things. He'll appreciate no leaning since yeah, the car's held up faithfully over the years but she was an old girl.

"Luck counts for something, so long as it's consistent," she drawled mercilessly. As much as she might pretend otherwise, the only reason Motoko survived her more harrowing encounters was sheer coincidence.

"I have a question for you, if you have the time."

"Yeah, sure, got plenty of time. What's up, Major?"

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