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They enter.

That simple, no dramatics, no fanfare, just tired faces. Faith's body is covered in streaks of brown-red, the result of trying to clean off blood without time or water to do it properly, and the rest don't look much better. Dirt, sweat, blood--in some cases their own, in some others', because you can get things cleaned up, bandaged, but the long showers that get it clean in the end, that takes time. There's the scent of violence, smoke, gunpowder, ash, tears, anger, all around them, and they are tired, and dirty, but they're alive, and not hurting too badly.

They enter: Ace, Faith, Kitty, Susannah, Zoe, and the door closes behind them.

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*He picks her up, difficult because without his magic he's just a skinny little geek, but he carries her over to a booth and sets her down carefully. Bur he doesn't let go.*

How're you?

"We almost didn't make it." Several times over. Rank upon rank of blue-handed not-humans, with their terribly effective weapons. That... thing that wasn't a doctor. The hallway. Whatever the hell that thing out in space was.

The whole bloody thing falling to pieces.

And those are just the ones she knows about.

She offers a small smile.

"Blew that place up but good."

Awesome.

*He hugs her closer.*

Knew you would. Knew it.

*Tim, still feeling the need to reassure the both of them she actually made it? oh yeh. He was scared as hell.*

Any other time, she'd be cheering. She got to blow up a space station. They saved the bloody universe, and they did so in style.

But she's already cheered. And she's been terrified. Elated. Destroyed. Everything aches in that dull, overused sort of way. There's a slightly burned patch of skin on her left temple, where she got entirely too close to the business end of a gun. Most of the blood on her isn't originally hers, thankfully.

She's just. Damn. Tired.

So the best she can summon up is a tired grin.

"Yeah. S'what I do best."

I love you.

*It's all he can think of to say. What else can you say? He wants to ask her about it, but its so new, so raw....*

"I love you too."

She's been wanting to say that since Mal's speech. No, before that, when they were approaching the Academy. When it finally clicked that there was no retreat, even if everything went to hell.

Oh wait.

She twists slightly in his arms so that she can kiss him, hard, with every last bit of energy she has left.

She's been wanting to do that too.

*And he kisses her back, his arms tight around her.*

Mrs Hunter.... Welcome back. Glad you didn't have to miss the party you're supposed to be planning.

*He's trying to find something to talk about. He's SO not used to not being able to do anything.*

There's a bit of staring.

And minor flailing.

"Party?"

*He waggles his eyebrows.*

didn't you say you were going to thro me a one year party?

A little more staring.

Blink.

She closes her eyes and leans her head on Tim's shoulder.

"Oy, that is coming up, innit? I just have to remember where the hell I hid the notes." For the record, she did not say she was going to throw a party.

Doesn't mean she didn't have plans for throwing one, anyway.

*She did say she was going to do something for it. Tim just assumed party.*

Not in your clevage. But I could check for you?

A faint snicker.

"You could. Too tired to stop you even if I wanted to."

Pause.

"Oh. You have competition, by the way."

Erk?

*Tim hands, pulling her shirt away to peak inside, pause.*

What for? And who?

Dried flakes of blood and bits of tiny shrapnel lodge under his fingernails.

"Me. By Jayne. Asked if I had a fella, after I blasted the door to the core open. There wasn't time to answer him." A faint smirk.

*Tim laugsh and strokes her hair.*

You look like you need a shower. And if this Jane girl is cute, well......

"I need a lake-ful of shower." Ace agrees, though she's wondering where the hell she's going to find the energy to stay standing that long. It must be shower. Bath would be ick.

And then...

She cracks up.

Utterly.

C'mon. The image of Jayne in a tutu is funny, even if you aren't exhausted.

*oh yeh. So funny. But the image of Jane in a sexy negligee making eyes at Tim is much funnier.*

Would m'lady like assistance in the taking of said shower? to keep her upright?

Ace may be looking forward to introducing the two of them. Poor Tim.

"I would, very much. My knight in shining armor." Maybe the grin's a touch sappy. She's earned it.

*Damn straight she has. He stands, reluctantly, and offers his hands to her.*

Allow me to guide you m'lady?

Her hands tighten around his, and she allows him to pull her to her feet.

Obviously, sitting down was a mistake. Ow.

"Stop at the Bar for asprin?" She asks as she leans against him, her empty pack hanging low off the opposite shoulder.

Got some in my pack. I'll give it to you when we get to the shower. Stopping can be dangerous.

"Right." Ace agrees. Momentum, that's the key. Keep moving so it all can't catch up to you. "Lead on to showers."

*Tim guides her carefully into the staff wing, kicks open thier drawer, then drags her towards the bathroom.*

Baby, doule wide....

*It helps to have magical assitance. And I bet you thought the only reason Tims cell adjoined the Offices was for speed. But yup, when that door opens, it's a nice big spacious shower, four nozzles, and a couple of seats along the walls.*

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