A/N: This is the last chapter. Enjoy!

“Kaylee!”

Mal’s booming voice echoed through the cargo bay as he charged up the stairs and towards the engine room. Steadying himself against the wall as the ship again buckled beneath his feet, Mal stifled a curse and sped up, storming into the galley. Meeting Inara’s concerned gaze and Jayne’s uncaring one, Mal questioned, “Where’s my ruttin’ mechanic?”

Shrugging, Jayne continued to clean one of his girls, even as the ship rocked again. Heading towards the hatch that led to the bridge, Mal yelled, “Albatross, hold her steady, would ya?”

“Trying to, captain,” the young woman’s strained voice came back. “Going to need Kaylee’s help though to get her on the ground in one piece.”

“Mal, what’s wrong?” Inara asked quietly, keeping a hand to the table as she rose to meet him.

Whirling on her, Mal gestured around the room, noting a few of the trinkets that had come dislodged as a result of the rocking and told her, “We might be crashin’.” Stalking past her and towards the engine room, he ground out, “I’ll let you know if we die.”

Inara watched Mal go, frowning at his back. Looking to Jayne, the big oaf was still lost in the meticulous task of polishing one of his pistols. Content that he did not suspect anything, Inara hurried from the room and made it to the bridge, watching as River’s lithe arms gripped at the controls. Standing behind the young pilot’s chair, Inara asked quietly, “Is it bad?”

Glancing to her for only a minute, River’s big eyes met Inara’s and she nodded. Focusing back on the task of landing the ship safely, River said softly, “I know she can’t get there right now, but I really need her help.”

Nodding once, Inara took a deep breath and then headed for Simon and Kaylee’s bunk. She hated to bother her friend whom she knew was having terrific bouts of morning sickness, but it appeared that if the young