Rated PG-13 for language. Comments welcome, and no, I don't know where I'm going with this, either. But it'll be fun getting there, although the chapters may not all come this quickly.

Read Chapter One http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=8597>here .

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Chapter Two

“Captain?” Zoe asked.

Nathan ignored her and concentrated on not throwing up. The stars weren’t moving, but there was a very definite feeling of movement from the ship that his brain insisted on combining with the view to come up with “falling.” Alarmingly, his stomach seemed to concur.

“OK,” he said to the stars, “Not a lot of options here. Option one, I’m dreaming all this and I need to stop obsessing on my job so much before I start dreaming about repairing jukeboxes or shooting at slugs that aren’t there.”

“Maybe the doc oughtta come up here, you think? Hon?” Wash said. “For a little visit? We really don’t see him enough anymore.”

“Not a bad notion. No, don’t use the intercom, we don’t want this broadcast. Go get him, I’ll stay here with the captain.”

“Option two,” Nathan said, “I’ve gone crazy, in which case I can ride this out until they find the right stuff to stick in me to bring me out.”

Zoe stepped closer, carefully not making any sudden moves. “Sir, I really think you should sit down, get some rest. Doc said you might have a concussion from that last job. You got hit pretty hard.”

Nathan looked back over his shoulder. “Option three,” he told her, “I’m really here and I’m really him, and something is seriously fucked up.”

“I can’t argue, sir.”

A new voice said, “Where is he?” Nathan stared past Zoe to see... Simon, not Sean, coming towards him. Things were a mite confused right now but still he could tell right away that this man was a doctor and not someone playing one on TV. Cool hands lifted his eyelids; a bright light made him blink anyway. “His pupils react normally, nothing unusual I can see. You say he was raving?”

“Or possibly rantin