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Charlie woke up with a splitting headache. "Ugh!" she groaned, attracting Simon's attention. "What happened? Why am I here?"

"You had a seizure. Jayne brought you in."

Charlie put her head in her hands. "Oh no!" She looked up at him. "So Mal knows."

Simon winced. "Yes he does. About everything, sorry."

"Where are they?" Charlie asked looking around the room for some clothes.

"The captain's about to flush him out the airlock." Kaylee said from the doorway, holding out some clothes to Charlie.

Charlie threw the blanket back, making Simon turn away, face flaming. She grabbed the clothes from Kaylee. "Now I have to drag my transgenic ass down to the airlock to save the father of my child." She walked out the door, pulling on her clothes and cursing under her breath. "Damn inconsiderate."

"What the hell Jayne?" Mal demanded through his walkie-talkie. "I told you to stay away from the females on this ship, didn't I?"

"Yeah, I know Cap. I just didn't think..."

"That's just it. You never think!"

"That is unbelievably true!" A laughing voice said from behind Mal, making him turn around.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Charlie standing behind him. He sat the walkie-talkie in the window of the separating wall. He shot a look at Jayne, who was motioning for him to pick it back up, then he turned back to Charlie.

"You okay?" Mal took a step toward her, his face concerned. "You...and the kid?"

"We're good." Charlie slipped a hand under her t-shirt to rest it low on her belly. "Of course, we'd be better off if you'd let the big guy with the temper out."

"I can't, I told him what would happen if he took advantage of the women on my ship."

"Therein lies our problem Mal. He didn't take advantage of me." Charlie grinned. "The thought is beyond hilarious. An ordinary successfully forcing himself on a transgenic?"

"Yeah, I didn't think about that." Mal smiled sheepishly.

"And it's not like age is an issue. I'm five or so hundred years older than both of you." Charlie smiled. "So can you let the big dummy out? I kinda have to talk to him."

"Fine." Mal hit the button on the wall. "I'm glad you're okay." He walked past her, shaking his head.

Jayne stood there as the door opened, without saying a word. He just stared at Charlie, and then at her hand on her stomach. "I...how did you talk him out of flushing me out of the airlock?" He rumbled.

"I made him see the truth. That unless I was given enough drugs to down an elephant, there was no way you could've taken advantage of me." She grinned. "And I was most definitely awake for this."

"And what about..." he motioned to her stomach.

"He just asked if we were okay." She gently stroked her fingers over her belly.

"And you are. Right?" Jayne stepped towards her. "You and...and the baby?"

"We're just shiny." Charlie smiled. "Us transgenics are strong."

Zoë and Mal were sitting in the bridge, watching baby Rex gurgle at the dinosaurs around him. Zoë smiled and readjusted her hold on him. Mal watched her play with Wash's son.

"I've got to say Captain, this latest development came as quite a shock." Zoë said, propping a foot up on the control panel.

"A shock to me as well." Mal replied, shaking his head. "Jayne and Charlie?"

"What are we gonna do?" Zoë asked, standing up.

"I have no idea, it's out of my hands."