DISCLAIMER: I do not now, nor have I ever held any form of ownership over any of

said characters. They all have rightful owners, none of which are me. I do, however,

give an enormous amount of gratitude for those who created such a beautiful 'verse

and gave me something to write about.

They are discussing me out there while I sit and wait for whatever is to come. The doctor had left me even more confused than I have been at the beginning of this little, messed up adventure. Apparently it was the year of 2519, and we where, in fact in a space ship; a REAL spaceship in actual OUTER SPACE. Caleb, or rather Mal, is completely human and has never been a priest and is the Captain of this space ship. The guy wearing the Hawaiian shirt was the pilot and was apparently married to the beautiful black woman I saw earlier who is actually the captain's right hand. There is a few more members of the crew but he didn't go over them much: A priest (non evil he assured me), a merc (money hungry pervert), a companion (whatever the hell that is), and a mechanic. There is really nothing left of my world that I can barely remember.

After our little 'talk', the doc left to speak with his friends. If there is one thing I do remember, it is always better to go by yourself into the unknown with a big stake then to stay with a group of people hankering for a lynching and your neck looking ripe for the picking... stake? I meant stick. Where can I find a big stick? Surely they have to have something I can use as a weapon. Sadly, I don't find much as I search the room, maybe a couple of syringes, but not of real use. Stupid clean space, oh how I loathe you.

I freeze as the crazy girl gets up and stretches. Not once does she glance in my direction as she walks past me, opens the door to the infirmary and walks out leaving the door wide open. I follow, trying to keep a decent distance so she wouldn't notice me. We went down a hall and into a large cargo-like area. Hiding behind some boxes, I watch while River climbs a small flight of stairs and ducks into a large room. Silently, I follow while trying to make sure no one spotted me in the openness. The room looked to be like a large dining room with a decent ceiling height and the crew was sitting around the table discussing me.

"Semi-evil anti what?" Mal/Caleb fumed as he he stood and paced back and forth grasping his gun from time to time. "That girl in there is 10 kinds of crazy and I have more than enough crazy on my gorram ship!"

I glare at Mal/Caleb for his words. I may not remember much but I am certainly not '10 kinds of crazy'.

"Dear God! We're all going to die! Reaver kind of crazy?" Wash not Xander asked, waving his arms around dramatically. "or geese juggling crazy? Because I could handle the geese thing; People have been known to do the geese thing."

"Do you think there is a re-ward?" An angry, scruffy looking man, I assume is the mercenary, asked. "I mean if we can't claim one crazy girlie, might as well snag the other, right?"

Snag? They think they can just cash me in? They are in for a rude awakening. This will not end prettily. I am a slayer and a witch... I'm a what? I grab my head as a piercing whine shot throughout it. Blood trickled down my lip from my nose, but i tried to steady myself to hear some more.

"It's not that simple; she doesn't even know who she is. What if she's in trouble? What if she's like us?" Simon, the doctor, attempted to appeal to his comrades. "She's obviously in need of our help, we cannot just leave her; it isn't right."

"SHE ain't right! And where does it say it's my job to help every crazy that finds it's way onto my ship? I think I've done enough!" Mal countered angrily, "Give me one good reason I should even bother."

"Well, you see, it seems she was abducted and has was experimented on possibly just as River was. What if she's just like River? I could do a few tests myself and it could help reveal so much about how to fix River and possibly her as well. This could be a great oppurtunity that has just fallen into our laps." Simon pleaded at the group of misfits before him. "She could be useful as well if we help her. You have seen what she can do."

"I have seen, which is exactly why I'm saying there ain't no goram way she's staying on my ship! She thinks I'm some evil priest who killed all sorts of people, mutters noise and hurts people herself and to top all of it off, she found an off switch on yer sister in there..." Mal paused for a moment considering what he had just said. "I ain't sure if that's a good thing or not." Mal looks to Simon. "Does that seem good to you?"

I could see the hesitation on Simon's face as he contemplated whether or not I would be a threat to him and his crew. I stayed crouched in the entrance, waiting for his answer, unsure why it even mattered. They were talking about strapping me down on a bed and doing experiments on me just as Doc Anderson had been doing, or they were talking about turning me over for money or just killing me. How about none of the above? Flashes of a military base, underground, creatures behind clear cages... Wincing, I tried harder to focus on the conversation before me.

"She's all alone in that crowded head of hers. So many whispers screaming to be let out and not one she can hear." River commented nonchalantly, playing with a piece of her long, dark hair. "So much death, so much know how, so much unknown. Little sis is coming, I know."

Little sis? Buf-... no... I don't have a family... do I? I fall on my butt, startled with Mal/Caleb's response. Brushing the blonde out of my face, I try with the focusing again.

"See, Crazy! She's already claimin' the girl as her little sister! With that kind of influence we are bound for destruction!" Mal/Caleb's voice was full of anger and red was creeping down his neck. "I'm the captain and I want her off my boat!"

"You're not being fair, Mal." A Beautiful woman walked forward. Her purple, strappy dress was the first piece of non ugly apparel I have seen yet. I want to go shop where she did. Maybe they would have denim... "She has hardly done anything wrong"

"Hardly? Wrong? She blew me across the room with just a word or three!" He gasped.

"I would have done the same if I had thought you were there to hurt me. I would do it right now if had the ability!" This woman looked almost out of place raising her voice. The pilot was looking away trying to hide his laughter behind his amazon of a wife, who looked rather amused herself. "At least let her get healed up before dropping her somewhere off planet."

"She's crazy and you can't trust crazy!" He screamed at the woman.

"You're crazy, Mal, and we all trust you most of the time." She replied softly.

"You're just proving my point." He scoffed.

A noise behind me had me to my feet and spun around. Before I could stop it, the words flew from my mouth. "Confuto." The girl froze, hand to throat. "Now, back up slowly and get me to your room." The girl looked frightened but turned and walked in a different direction. I followed her down a hall, trying to not be distracted by the architecture of the 'space ship', and down into her room. It was a small little hole with a bunch of bright fabric and tools everywhere. I had just found their mechanic. "Now, I am going to give you your voice back so long as you promise not to yell. Do we have an agreement?" She nodded her head and a twinge of guilt went through me. The poor girl looked as though she didn't have a violent bone in her body. "Narro"

"How did you do that?!" She asked quietly, rubbing her throat. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Apparently, I'm crazy."