The infirmary was quiet. Simon was working. He had just finished organizing a new set of hypodermic needles (with over 20 new sizes and shapes!) that Mal had given him. Mal then disposed of the very blunt ones Simon always used when giving him his treatments.

Simon sighed contentedly. The tubes and needles shined. Very impressive. He turned around to look at the box and read over again how to adjust the sharpness level with a push of a button. After scanning the manual, he went ot go try, but when he turned around, he saw a boy standing in the infirmary. Simon, upon further investigation, saw the boy using his brand new needles as darts on the small pin board across the room. It seemed he was focusing on a picture of the medicine he was using to help River, as each dar- Needle hit it every time, even if it was seemingly falling.

“What's up doc?” the boy asked, never taking his eyes off the board. Simon flinched as one bounced off for one, and landed silently on the floor. That was enough. Simon could take this kid. He didn’t look too strong. Simon had been working out and River had been helping the past few days. He was faster, stronger, and he was also...

In a headlock now... well, I did not see that coming! Sure enough, right after Simon lunged forward, the boy spun around, flipped over the chair to land neatly behind Simon, and get him in a perfectly executed headlock.

“Not much, eh?” the boy finished. He smiled a friendly smile, and let up on the grip. Simon breathed...

“I really don’t want to hurt you, ya know,” the boy explained. “I am trying to help you... well, not exactly you, but your wonderful little sister.” Simon perked up. What was this maniac doing with River?

“Ok, I am going to let you go, you are NOT going to hurt me.” Simon nodded. The boy let him go, and he attempted to move. He strained so hard, but he just could get anywhere.

“Oh... you thought I was asking? Nononono... I was simply informing you.” Simon hung his head, but it didn’t go anywhere. “Now, you will be able to in th