AN: Okay I'm dead tired, so my mind was kinda in a River state of mind, hence I gave a little more of River focus in this chapter.

*** Simon doesn't know ***

Simon was tired, no that wasn't a good word for it at all. He was exhausted. He hadn't slept well, because he had put Kaylee in his bed, something he far from minded. Then he had spent the day chasing River around the ship, trying to retrieve the kitchenwear she had taken. Only reason he knew it had been kitchenwear was that he had seen River drop a butterknife and fork into the bag before sealing it and taking off.

He was no athlete, but he had concidered himself a quick enoug man, but compared to River he looked as if he was jogging. And once she was out of his sight, so was the bag. He returned to the infirmary, figured River could need calming down, just a small dosage, nothing to make her sleep or anything, like he did when her more major attacks happened. But once he looked into the drawer he noticed all the needles were gone.

As he returned to his bunk to check on Kaylee he realized, River wasn't the only stubborn person onboard. Despite his orders for her to rest, she had left his bunk. He went to the engine room and found her rummaging over her tool box.

- I thought I told you to stay in bed, he accused. - You're still sick

- I'm shiny, Simon. Was comin' back, jus' needed to fix a little, tiny bit, she said, sounded distracted.

He leaned over and saw her distress.

- Can't find any of my screewdrivers, or drills or wrenches, any of it, she exclaimed.

Simon groaned and rubbed his temple.... River.

Book smiled for himself as he saw River for the third time carrying that bag. The girl always seemed to keep herself occupied with the strangest things. He saw her crawl into one of possibly many nooks in the ship. It was a few minutes before she came back out again, this time the bag was empty. She started wandering around the cargo bay picking up small bits and pieces that had fallen off the mule from whenever it was used for