AN: After a writers block wore it's ugly head, I was at a blank on *how* to write a sequel, cause as I'm gonna be focusing on the whole crew's experience a long linear sequel just didn't sound right for a continuance, so in the end I decided that I'm gonna divide the sequel into eight parts, one for each crew member's point of view. So treat these eight parts as a puzzle to get the whole picture on the morning after.

AN2: Thank you EA for the beta-helping :) I should just start calling you my beta :P Also thanks to DancingRiver for helping me determine what path I wanted to take.

AN3: If you haven't read "Spin the truth" yet, I suggest for you to do so, otherwize, this will make no sense... Last you saw Mal he was in one of Inara's dresses, wearing make-up, passing out from too many drinks. Btw... I haven't decided exactly the order of people's points of view, so you might get the chapters you want faster if you make requests :P

Mal knew just by the state of his head when he woke up that this was one of his worse hangovers. The only thing he could hear was some high pitched tone, his head was aching, and it just started hurting even more when he opened his eyes, adjusting to the light that was far too bright to be his bunk. His mouth was dry as sand paper. He would give anything for a glass of water, but as he tried getting up, something seemed to be grounding him. Something, or rather someone was holding him down. As he turned around to get a look at the perpitrator, he felt to his horror, himself being pulled close into an embrace by the still sleeping, and very naked mercenary.

Preferring the occational gun showdowns, rather than the old fashioned rough'n tumble, Mal was no match even to a sleeping Jayne's posessiveness. He tried slipping down through the arms and pull free, which resulted in a grunt and his face learning exactly why the nickname man-ape was so fitting. If anyone was to come in...

A high-pitched