“WHAT?” It was too early for this.

Malcolm Reynolds ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at the infuriated doctor glaring up at him as if it was somehow his fault that his little sister was---and with---and all night---.

Shaking his head, the captain of Serenity took in a deep, shaky breath. He must be sleeping. That had to be it. He was having some very morbid dream thanks to the doc’s atrocious cooking last night.

That had to be it!

“Well?” Simon grounded out. “What the ruttin’ hell are you going to do about it?”

Simon had just said ‘ruttin’----didn’t that just prove that this was only a dream?

Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup…

“Why are you tellin’ this to me gorramit?” Mal asked the dream-Simon, since his subconscious seemed persistent in keeping him in this dream---which was quite vivid for a dream----the most vivid one he’d ever experienced actually.

Everyone were congregating about them, watching them in confusion.

He’d never dreamt of the whole crew together like this before.

“You’re the one who always says that this is your ship and that you want to be informed of anything that’s going on in it!” Simon roared out, face bled of all color.

“I said I wanted ta know what everyone was doin’ on this ship---NOT WHO everyone was doin’!”

“Who’s doin’ who?” Jayne asked Zoë in an excited whisper.

The first-mate just shrugged her shoulder in confusion.

“I want him thrown out of the airlock for abusing my sister!”

Jayne’s face went comical. “The moonbrain’s gettin’ laid?” He ignored the glares Simon, Zoë and Shazza were giving him.

“What’s all the shouting ‘bout?” Kaylee murmured as she appeared, dragging her feet as she walked and looking still half asleep. “There was so much screams I wondered if’n we hadn’t been boarded by Reavers.”

Simon turned to Kaylee, looking worried as he grabbed her hands. “Bao-bei, something happened, something very bad happened.”

Kaylee was awake in seconds and looked frightened. “It ain’t really Reavers, right? ‘Cause I was just jok--