Mal looked around his crew, his family, all sitting at the table for possibly the last time, and he couldn't help but sigh. Then he saw Freya glance at him, a knowing look in her eye, and he had to smile. Damn, but it was awkward sometimes being married to a psychic. Thoughts weren't even your own. She looked a little tired, though, drawn. He leaned in close to her. "You okay?"

"Fine," she said, putting her hand on his.

"Only I don't want you overdoing it."

"Okay," she agreed. "No sex tonight."

"That wasn't quite what I meant."

She grinned at him. "I'm shiny, Mal. Honestly."

"Just you stay that way."

"With you to look after me, how can I not?" She leaned forward and touched her lips to his, just gently, before turning again to the others, her gaze lingering on his as she did so.

He listened to the conversation flowing backwards and forwards, talk of the slight groin strain Simon had managed to incur – and the fact that Kaylee would probably be dealing with that later – moving into the only other injury for the day being Jayne's frighteningly red neck.

"I got delicate skin," the big man was saying. "Runs in the family."

"When're we gonna meet this family of yours?" Hank asked. "Only we keep hearing about them, but don't see 'em. Personally I think you were grown in some lab, the result of some horrible genetic experiment that went wrong."

"If I wasn't already incapacitated, I'd show you how horrible I can be," Jayne promised.

"And I'd hold his coat," River chimed in.

"Hey, I thought we were friends!" Hank exclaimed, looking hurt.

"You have been replaced in my affections," River stated.

"I am wounded. Wounded, I tell you." He grasped his chest above his heart. "Mortally, at that," he added. "I shall have to resort to my fallback position." He looked at Zoe. "Hi, honey."

Zoe glared at River. "Please don't wind him up. It'll take me hours to calm him down now."

River's laughter echoed through the dining area, and everyone felt happy.

"What's so funny?" Simon asked, limping back after putting Bethany to bed.

Kaylee patted his leg. "I'll tell you later."

"Was it at Jayne's expense?"

"Not really."

Simon sat down, glaring at the mercenary. "Pity."

Jayne grinned at him, then winced. "You know, doc, I think you were right. I'm gonna need to have something off you for this sunburn."

"Why did you sit out that long?" Inara asked. "Sure you could tell the sun was strong."

"I was having fun."

"Watching the rest of us work," Hank put in.

Jayne nodded happily. "Best time I've spent in a while. Made this worth it."

"I could cook off your neck, it's so hot," Kaylee said, shaking her head. "I can almost feel it from here."

"Like I said, I got delicate skin."

Seeing Simon about to leap in with some misguided and possibly slanderous comment, Mal got there first. "Anyway," he said loudly. "Glad you're all here, 'cause I got something we need to talk about."

"If it's me and River –" Jayne began, but Mal held up a hand.

"Funnily enough, no." He looked at Kaylee, and his gaze softened. "Bethany."

"What about her?" Simon asked, picking up his glass to take a drink.

"She's a reader."

The water sprayed across the table. "What did you say?" Simon stared at him, ignoring the liquid soaking into his shirt and pants.

Kaylee quickly mopped up the spillage on the wood. "Oh," she whispered.

"She's a reader," Mal repeated. "Just found out today. And we've got to figure out what to do about it." He looked at every face around the table, trying to figure out just who knew, and realised only the doc really had no inkling. "I take it you didn't know," he added gently, his gaze alighting back on Simon.

"My daughter is not a reader," the young man said, glancing quickly at River then away again.

"Saying it ain't so doesn't make it that way," Mal said. "Had me a talk with the young lady today. She admitted she hears people when they ain't talking."

"She's imagining things," Simon insisted. "It's a game, just one of her made-up games." Suddenly his mother's voice came back to him, when he was trying to make them realise his sister was in trouble … one of her silly games … you two are always playing … and he pushed the memory away. "She's not a reader." He looked at Kaylee for assurance, for some back-up, but his wife had an aspect of misery on her face. "Kaylee?"

She swallowed. "I … I think the Cap's right, Simon. Things she's said, for a while now … I think he's right." She couldn't look him in the face.

"Kaylee, no …"

"I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you say something?" he asked, reaching out and taking her hand. "Why didn't you tell me what you thought?"

"'Cause I was afraid!" Now she raised her head, twin spots of red centred on tear-stained cheeks. "'Fraid of what'd happen if anyone found out!"

"You think we'd turn her in?" Hank asked, softly, his own hand gripping Zoe's. "Kaylee, you know that ain't never gonna happen."

"But she's just a baby!" Kaylee wailed. "I don't want anything to happen to my baby!"

Mal watched as Simon gathered his wife into his arms, holding her tightly as she cried on his shoulder, letting out all the worry she'd carried, unknown to them all, for a long time. "Well, that's kinda why I think we need to talk about it," he said gently. "Figure out the best way to handle this."

"This is my daughter we're talking about," Simon said harshly. "Not some trade that needs to be done."

"Not saying it is, doctor." Mal wasn't going to let the young man rile him. "Just wondering what's the best way to help Bethie."

"I still can't believe –"

"The captain's right," River put in, gazing at her brother. "She's a reader."

"But …" Simon couldn't get his head around it. "But it was the Academy who … they made you –"

"Didn't make me, Simon," his sister said. "Just changed what was already there."

Freya stirred. "If you don't believe River, believe me. It's true."

Simon looked stunned. "Did … did you all know?" He stared at them each in turn. "All of you?"

"Um …" Hank began to say, but Zoe squeezed his hand.

"I don't believe this." The young doctor stood up, needing to pace. "Something like this, as important as this, and no-one bothers to tell me. Me … her father!" Anger was boiling inside him now.

"Simon, suspecting and having proof are two different things," Inara said soothingly.

He turned on the ex-Companion. "And that gives you the right to –"

"Simon …" Freya spoke softly, looking towards the doorway that led to the engine room. And the stairs to the lower crew quarters. Bethany was standing there in her little nightie, her Ethan doll clutched in her arms.

"Daddy?" she whispered uncertainly, then ran to him.

He swept her into his arms, holding her tight, burying his face in her long brown hair. "It's okay, honey," he said quietly. "It's okay. I'm here." He looked across at Kaylee, who was on her feet in a moment, her arms around both of them. "We're both here. We'll look after you."

"I didn't mean to make everyone cross," she said softly, tears running down her face. "I won't peek any more. I promise."

"A pie-crust promise," River murmured, but everyone heard.

Simon glared at her, but Freya nodded. "It's true. Bethie needs to be taught control. How to tune things out. How not to … to peek."

"My God, she's two years old," he said, wanting to wail and gnash his teeth. "How can we put her through this?"

"Two years or twenty, it's gotta be done," Mal said. "And we ain't the Academy. We're not going to hurt her, Simon. Just protect her."

The young man stared with unshed tears into his wife's face, then nodded, turning to his sister. "River, would you –"

"No!" Freya said sharply, then added quickly as everyone looked at her, "I'll do it."

"Would you?" Kaylee asked, wiping at her eyes. "I didn't want to ask, but …"

Freya nodded. "Of course I will. It'll be fun. Won't it, Bethie?" She smiled at the little girl.

"Will we play games?" Bethany asked.

"Definitely."

She sniffed. "Then I'd like that." She wiped her nose on the back of her hand.

"Don't you have a hankie?" Simon asked.

"Daddy, I don't have a pocket," she pointed out, sounding a lot older than two.

"That's true. So tomorrow your mother is going to sew a pocket in each of your nighties," Simon said firmly.

Kaylee laughed, just a little, and some of the tension dissolved. "You can help," she said, stroking her daughter's cheek.

"After we go swimming?"

"All right. After."

Bethany smiled brilliantly. "I like learning new things," she said, then yawned, remembering halfway through to cover her mouth with her hand.

"That's better," her father said, his own lips curving. "Well, I think we'd better get you back to bed, before you fall asleep up here."

"I don't mind. Not sleepy," Bethany insisted, then yawned again, much bigger this time.

"Go on, squirt," Jayne said. "Sooner you get to sleep, sooner it's time to go play."

She nodded. "G'night, Uncle Jayne," she said, laying her head on her father's shoulder.

"G'night, squirt."

Simon carried his daughter out of the room, Kaylee following at his heels.

Mal looked at Freya. "You think you can do this?"

"I think so. Mal, if she can learn to control it now, it will become second nature to her."

"But what about the others?" Hank asked. "The ones who …"

"Hands of Blue," River intoned.

"While she's on board she's safe," Freya said.

"And when she ain't?"

"We'll look after her," Mal put in. "Like we always do."

"And when she's older?" Zoe spoke for them all. "When she wants to look after herself?"

Freya sighed. "Then we just have to hope by then she'll have learned not to say anything to anyone."

"It's a hell of a responsibility for a kid to have," Hank said, shaking his head. "Worrying about every word giving her away."

"We won't let it." Mal stood up. "It's not her responsibility alone, nor even Simon and Kaylee's. Bethie's as much a part of this family as Ethan, and we're gonna make sure she stays safe."

--

Simon sat next to his daughter as she drifted off to sleep, hugging her doll to her. He gently moved a lock of brown hair from her forehead, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Her nose wrinkled up, but she relaxed again. He stood up, turning to look at Kaylee in the doorway.

"I think we need to talk," he said quietly.

She nodded, turning towards their room. He followed, sliding the door to behind him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, trying to control the thudding of his heart.

She bit her lip. "There was so much going on … Frey, Jethro, that drug … I didn't want to worry you."

He crossed the room and took hold of her arms. "Kaylee, she's my little girl as much as yours."

"I know."

"When … what made you think Bethany was psychic?" He could feel her trembling as if she was cold.

"Little things," Kaylee admitted.

"Come on." He manoeuvred her to the bed and made her sit down, joining her, touching along her thigh and body. "Like what?"

"When … when we buried Jethro. She said River had told her he was with Alice. But I know she didn't go anywhere near your sis. And … and when Jayne got …" She couldn't finish.

"When I shot Jayne," he prompted. "It's okay. I know what I did."

"She asked if he was okay. And I hadn't told her, not even mentioned it …" The trembling got worse. "And she's so bright, asking questions all the time, wanting to learn, just like you said your sister was …"

He put his arm around her. "It's okay."

"No, it ain't." She glared up at him. "Look what they did to River, did to Freya, just 'cause they were different, had abilities others didn't … I ain't gonna have that happen to Bethany!"

Simon pulled her close. "It won't. That's what Mal was talking about, not letting it happen. Bao bei, every single person on this ship would give their life to stop anything like that ever touching our daughter. You know that."

"But she's so small …" She held tightly to him, so afraid for their little girl.

"Kaylee, I came for you. Didn't I? Do you think I'm going to let anyone hurt Bethie?" He pushed her away enough so that he could look into her dark eyes. "Do you?"

She managed to shake her head. "No, Simon. I know you won't. It's just …" She buried her face in his chest again.

"I know. I know." He sighed and dropped his chin to her hair.

--

"What're you doing?" Jayne asked, watching as River moved the earth around with her bare hands by the light of the storm lantern at her side. She already cleared a lot of the grass, and now was breaking up the clumps of soil, pushing it through her fingers.

"Making a garden."

"In the dark. In the middle of the night." He glanced up into the sky, all black velvet and sparkling diamonds.

"Sneak up on the weeds while they're asleep." She pushed a lock of hair back away from her face, leaving a streak of dirt across her cheek.

"Here," he said. "Let me." He stood behind her and gathered her hair up, carefully fastening it back in the clip he'd given her.

"Thank you," she said, smiling up at him. "Were you looking for me?"

"Just checking you were okay." He looked towards the house, quiet but for the glow from the lamps outside the front doors. "Thought you mighta taken it into your head to sleep there."

"Not yet."

"Right." He paused. "So why're you making a garden?"

"In memory of Jethro. Somewhere he never was."

"Come again?"

She held up two handfuls of rich soil, the scent reaching his nostrils. "I'm going to make a garden on Serenity, but that's for everyone. If I did it for Jethro there, I'd be remembering him all the time. Here, though, it can be outside, in the air, growing up towards the sky."

He sat down carefully next to her, hardly wincing, just resting his elbow on a bent knee. "You okay?" he asked gently.

She nodded. "Shiny," she said, smiling at him. "Just … did I sound bad?"

He shrugged. "Bit like the old River." He added quickly, "But I understood ya."

"I'm glad." She went back to the earth. "Flowers here. Sweet rosemary for remembrance, thyme, maybe some tarragon too."

"Be pretty fine, if it all grows."

"It will. As long as Inara remembers to water it."

Jayne laughed. "Don't think she'll be working out here."

"Then I'll remind her." She twinkled at him and carried on sifting.

He sat with her for a while, watching her enjoying what she was doing. Eventually he asked, "So why ain't you in bed?"

"Not sleepy."

"After today?" He chuckled. "All that man's work you were doing?"

She shrugged, a strand of hair escaping again. "That was different."

"And Bethie? I'd'a thought you'd want to be near her."

"She's got Simon and Kaylee."

"Hmn." He nodded slowly, then reached forward. "River, why didn't Freya want you to teach Beth?" he asked, running his calloused hand through the soil, feeling the fine particles slip through his fingers.

"Because of what I did." She didn't look at him, just worried at a particularly recalcitrant clump.

"What was that?"

"I killed the two men who attacked Kaylee." She spoke in a perfectly level tone, as if she had said it was about to rain.

"You …" For once Jayne was lost for words.

"I broke their necks. While they were unconscious in the alley. Snap."

"That what the Cap was talking about when they came back?"

She nodded. "I felt it about to happen, and I followed. I was too late to stop it, but watched Simon bring Kaylee home. It wasn't difficult to go across the roofs, behind Hank –"

"They weren't worth it, moonbrain," Jayne said softly.

"They were going to take Kaylee, sell her to someone who –"

"They weren't worth it," Jayne repeated. "In a fair fight, or otherwise, that woulda been okay. But like that … break their legs maybe, hell, knock out all their teeth, but … killing 'em? It wasn't worth what it did to you."

"To me?" She turned astonished eyes on him, dark pools in the artificial light.

"Not worth tarnishin' yourself."

She stared at him. "I'm not a precious metal, Jayne."

"You're precious to me." He wanted to look down, away, make some crude joke that would remove the meaning of his words, but he couldn't. "Don't do that to yourself."

The dark pools began to run down her cheeks. "I wish … I wish I hadn't."

"Was it easy?"

She nodded, tears dripping off her chin onto her dress. "Yes," she whispered.

"Well, I'm sorry about that. It shouldn't be."

"It's easy for you."

He was ashamed to find he was nodding. "Yeah, well, that's 'cause I'm a hwoon dahn."

"You're not."

"River, I know what I am. Might have been different once, but what I am now is this. Nothing else. And you're crazy if you want anything to do with me."

Her lips twitched. "The general consensus of opinion is that I'm not actually in my right mind, you know."

"That mean you're crazy?"

"It does."

He grinned. "Then I figure that's okay, then." She was trembling, her thin dress fluttering in the light. "You cold?"

"A little."

"Come on." He held out his arm.

She scrambled into his embrace, reminding him so much of her little niece in the way she avoided his hurt, then it hit him that this was River, a grown woman, her lithe body against his, curled around him, her hands clasped together tightly in her lap. He held her close, feeling his body begin to react.

"No," she said quietly. "It's not time."

"Hell, I know that, darlin'," he said, managing to sound like himself. "Can't enjoy it if I ain't fit."

"I'm not ready."

His voice softened. "I know, moonbrain. Ain't gonna make you do something you don't want. It's your choice. Now and always."

"Still calling me moonbrain."

"Well, are you cured?"

She laughed, just a chuckle. "No."

"Then it still applies, don't you think?" He glanced down at her garden. "If I'd'a thought I'd'a brung you some flowers. Started that courtin' you were so keen on."

She smiled. "You're already doing that, Jayne." She reached up to put her hand on his cheek, but remembered she was covered in mud and pulled back.

He snaked out his arm and grabbed her wrist, pressing her palm to his face. "Little bit o' dirt never hurt anyone, River," he said, smelling the rich scent of damp earth.