Title: Miscalculations
Summary: Sometimes Mal's thoughts are just too strong.
Words: 100
Mal hums to himself as he strides through the hallway, pauses at the entryway to the bridge, peers in.
"Everything all right in there, little one?"
The dark head bobs up and down once. Sure and confident fingers flipping switches, adjusting dials.
"All is well. Go away."
"Now hold on just a second—" There are some things he'll indulge River in, but this is getting a little too—
"Go away!" she wails, suddenly on the edge of panic. Mal takes a step back hurriedly. "If you stay here any longer I'll enter cosine of Inara in the navsat by accident!"
