AN: Yes, I know, I know, you can't believe it... even though I've been saying for so long that I've been working on it, that it's finally here, another installment. Well behold the truthfullness of it all, cause here it is. I can't say how long it'll be to the next one, but I doubt it'll take as long to do that. Remember to look out for Inara ;) Already begun it, so don't worry, it's on its way.

AN2: Many, many thanks to EngineAngel (see... even put it in bold... lol, or EA as I like to call her) for her faithful beta-ing, not to mention putting up with my insessiveness, staying up late with me to help me map these things out. I'm really grateful hun!

The familliar sounds of moans and groans were what brought her out of her sleep. Zoe silently chuckled, despite feeling the upmost sympathy towards her hubbie, who by the sound of it was having a hangover from hell. It wasn't as if Wash was a whiner, heck she had seen him withstand pain before, even torture. Her mind slightly wandered back to how she had found him at Niska's complex bruised, battered and bloody. He'd barely been able to stand and he had still taken up arms to free the captain from having to suffer much more. So no matter what pain her husband was in, when it really mattered, he was more than able to push it aside.

When it didn't matter however, he could be a crybaby.

Luckily it wasn't too often an occurance, so mostly she took pity on him. Today was one of those days. She rolled over to her side and observed him with his arm over his head, trying to block out the few lights that were on in the room. Having no natural lights peaking in from anywhere and the switches being impossible to find in the dark, they had grown accustomed to sleep with a dimmed red light on. Normally the light did no damage, but for a person, especially a man with a severe hangover, it was unbearable.

- Morning, she whispered.

The only reply he managed to muster was a simple painf