I did not create these two, I just gave em the method to drown their sorrows. All creation must be left up to Joss.

Washie hun, thanks for your help, love your comments as always. Eric Sardinas, once again thanks for the title, I know people out there know what its like to be where Mal and Simon, so I thought what better than to write a chapter named after a blues song. Whimsi, thanks to you as well for the comments and such. It was instrumental in me writing this chapter

Down to Whisky

Simon sat in a far corner of the cargo bay on one of the large packing crates the crew were hauling to Boros. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, he figured it ad been a while. Still he needed space, and where better than one of the corners he had found River one day crying. This was before her marked upturn since his recent breakthrough with medication.

Simon sighed, all that seemed to be a pallid sepia tone nice to the less than shiny mood he was in. He tried to replay the events in his mind about how he had been led to this juncture of needing a little peace and quiet…sadly as he well knew shocking events were never clear in recollection. He likened it to one of his first months as an intern on Osiris, when a deranged patent had hit him while he attempted to sedate the man, causing Simon to accidentally sedate himself. His memory of that event was not clear, his consolation was that he could explain in detail why his memory was fuzzy that time…for this, he had little.

Simon's thoughts were gate crashed by the sound of a pair of boots on the gangplank walking in a crisp stride. He shrugged it off, it was probably Mal prowling the decks as he often did in the afternoons. Simon supposed that’s what you did when you were captain. Simon looked at a small weld seam in the wall to the right of him; lost in contemplation, he failed to register Mal’s somewhat imposing presence till the captain cleared his throat.

"Book wondered if I might find you in a corner somewhere." His voice deadpan, carrying no