Disclaimer- They are not mine. And if they were, they would probably sue me, or run away.

Rating- NC/17 Slash. Don't like, don't read.

Authors Note: This is actually #1 of the Collection in which I'm collecting every pairing on Serenity. They may be naughty, silly, or surprising. They may be frightening, absurd, or just plain sick. I never know until the muses speak.

This was originally posted at AdultFanfiction.net, but it's currently down, and FlyerFry reviewed asking me not to limit myself to het. EEK! Heaven forbid!

Pieces.

Simon was on his knees in the kitchen, picking up the pieces. Again. A mug this time. Kaylee's favorite. They would have to hide the evidence until they made landfall and could pick up a replacement. Hopefully, Kaylee wouldn't have one of her monthly coffee cravings before that could happen.

A sharp shard pricked his finger and he swore.

"That's some language, Doc. Don't think I've ever heard you cuss before." Mal was leaning over the counter and Simon met his eye with a frown.

"Well, even the High and Mighty sometimes fall." His reply was defensive, bitter, and Mal's eyes narrowed a little.

His voice was abashed when he spoke again. "You heard that, huh?"

"It's a small ship, Captain." Simon pronounced each word carefully, the 'p's painfully crisp in the quiet kitchen.

Mal didn't reply to it. Didn't apologize for the comment he'd made a few weeks back when he thought he and Zoe were alone. "Speaking of which, what part of it has the little tornado gotten off to?"

Simon gave a wry frown, dropping the shards into the garbage. "She's in her room. I gave her something to calm her down."

Malcolm Reynolds was staring at Simon. His expression was unreadable and Simon shifted uncomfortably. Did he disapprove? Simon thought that was all they wanted. River, quiet and under control and not smashing things or cutting up Jayne... well, maybe nobody was too disturbed about cutting on Jayne.

"Doc, sometimes, when things get broke, the pieces