Again, thanks for your interest. To clear up some confusion Reavers do have fire power, they just don't aim that well and for the sake of the story, and they put in a lucky shot. The Romulan's were actually cloaked so they didn't have their shields up (probably should have mentioned that!! sorry), the Reavers were able to detect them as they have a different tracking system to that of the Star Trek universe. The Reaver ship is a mammoth I suppose but the Captain of the Romulan ship doesn't know what Reaver's are so he doesn't know their threat. As for the round of torpedoes, the Reaver's ship went down after a few hits and made an emergency dock with the Romulan's. Thanks for the reviews, the questions are good, makes me think a bit more about the dynamics. All thoughts are welcome.

Images shifted under her eyes as she slept a forced sleep. She hated being sedated. When she dreamt, she couldn't wake up, and when she couldn't wake up, her nightmares dragged on throughout the night. She could feel the ship on the outer thoughts of her mind. Plagued with death and horror everyone thought they left behind, but they had been followed through the wormhole. No one should suffer the fait that had been lying in wait for them, but she could not undo the past. She tried to move her arms, her legs, her shoulders, anything, but she was frozen. Someone had to be warned, someone had to be told, before it was too late, and the Enterprise suffered an even worse fate then the Romulan's. But she was trapped. Trapped in her nightmare. She knew they would see them soon though, but was it soon enough?

"Sir, I am picking up some unusual readings on the edge of our sensors." Data reported to the Captain. "I believe it is a debris field, though what it is debris of, I do not know." His fingers moved swiftly, never faltering from the key pad. An image of the wreckage was brought onto the main screen as all squinted and tried to identify what ship it could possibly have been.

"I don't recognize that ship. Do you Data?" Picard asked, still squinting at the view screen.

"No Sir, I do not. I can not find any ship's hull configuration that fits this one's specific design." Data scanned through screeds of information, finding nothing of use.

"Perhaps…." Riker said, lost in a train of his own thought.

"Yes, number one?" Picard inquired.

"Could it have come threw the same way as the Serenity crew did?" Riker concluded.

"That may be a plausible explanation Sir. They may be able to identify it." Data offered.

"All right then, have them report to the conference room." Picard said, already walking there himself. "Number one, you have the bridge." He called before the doors closed. Riker took the Captain's seat, sitting down comfortably, his eyes back to the mess on screen that had once been a space worthy ship. Who could have done this? He asked himself.

In the conference room, the Serenity crew took seats around the large table that was usually occupied by the senior officers for the Enterprise crew, but was given the task today to present the ghastly image Picard had seen moments before on the bridge. When all charter had died down (well as died down as he thought he could ever get it from this lot), he flicked the image onto the screen on the side of the wall behind him.

"A few minutes ago, our ships sensors picked up this wreckage, just off Romulan territory. We have been unable to identify what species it belongs to. Perhaps you may know as it may have followed you through the wormhole you came through." Picard explained.

Mal stood from his seat, peering closer to the image to make out the details better. Letting out a string of words Picard was unable to hear but knew was not polite, he backed away and turned to his crew, his face telling them what they wanted to know.

"It can't be, not out here." Wash was shaking his head.

"I'd know that design anywhere. There's no mistaking." Mal responded, looking them in the eyes to show them he wasn't lying.

"But it's destroyed right? Don't that mean theys gone?" Jayne waved his hand at the image.

"True, but we don't know if that's the only one floating round out there." Mal pointed out into the stars. "For all we know there could be several more, but that don't mean there is, so don't you go worrying bout it till be know for sure."

Captain Picard had been watching the talk their Captain had given them and could see how protective he felt over them. This surprised him. Most of the other times Picard had seen the crew interacting with each other, they were mostly arguing or throwing insults that they seemed to take lightly. Now though, they were somber, thoughts of worry and fear passing on their faces.

"You know who this ship belonged to?" It was more a statement but Picard asked it as a question. He was curious as to who it was they were so afraid of.

"More what. They're Reavers. They'd soon as dance and sing a merry tune then talk civilized with anyone. Soon as you see one, you blow em right outta the sky." Mal answered, his tone the most serious Picard had heard. Picard stood from the front chair, tapping his comm. badge.

"Picard to Riker."

"Riker here." The commander responded immediately.

"I want you to take in as much of the debris as possible. I want a full analysis as soon as possible." Picard ordered, hitting his comm. again to end the communication.

"What are Reavers doing here?" Simon inquired, his face stretched with concern and worry. He had remained in sickbay, never leaving River's side, making sure he knew what Doctor Crusher was giving her. Mal, Simon and Zoë were scrunched into a corner, trying their best to have a private conversation, trying to figure out what to do should they come into contact with any more Reavers. Mal had tried to reason with Captain Picard that these things were not going to welcome anyone to a party, that they were to be destroyed as soon as they came across one or they themselves would be destroyed, but Picard simply stated he needed more information to make any more judgments about them. Deeply, Mal somehow understood what Picard meant. It was difficult to know anything but what people told you. For all Picard knew, they were simply trying to make their way home like Mal and his crew and Mal had a grudge on them, hoping Picard would listen and destroy them without first thought. But that deep understanding had been roughly pushed aside by his anger that Reavers where, simply put, evil. No good would ever come crossing their path.

"You said River was muttering 'There here' before you put her to sleep. You think this is what she could have been talking about?" Mal looked at both Simon and then Zoë for ideas.

"I don't know. For all we know, she was talking about…." Simon shrugged his shoulders, trying to come up with something ridicules that would be able to wind River up that far.

"Yeah, I know." Mal butt in. "But what if she was talking bout Reavers? Maybe she knows something that could help us get the hell otta here before this Captain goes and gets everyone killed, including us."

Zoë raised her eyebrows and looked at Simon. "He has got a point. She may know something."

"And she may know nothing." Simon sighed deeply. He hated it when Mal came to him, asking for River to do what seemed the impossible. "But somehow, I don't think she'd mind being woken up for anything. She doesn't like being put to sleep." He mumbled the last few sentences. So it had been agreed, all they had to do was distract the pesky Doctor, wake River, and hope to hell she knew something.