Ear to ear smiles broke on Simon and Mal, both holding back belly cutting laughter as they watched Jayne fall out of the shuttle.

"I don't think he was expecting that Mal." Simon giggled.

"Nope, ya know doc, Jayne...he aint' gonna be right after this." Mal responded, his body quivering with glee.

"I'm sure my sister can mess with his brain a little and cure him of it." Simon returned. "If I can convince her to do so."

"So...we're good with this, right?" Mal commanded as he quickly moved both his hands to his waist to cover his completely exposed neathers.

"Yea Mal...we're good." Simon said pulling back from his nose to nose connection with the now, slightly embarassed captain.

"You ain't gonna talk bout' this right doc?" Mal questioned as he turned around looking for something to cover himself with.

"Of course not, we're both...uh...men who enjoy the fairer gender." Simon said, his voice deepening slightly.

Simon bent down and blew out the candles, and picked up the blanket, wrapping it around himself, laughing at Mal who was frantically searching for a stitch of something to cover himself with.

"A little short on clothing are we captain?" Simon giggled again, seeing the captain's predicament. "Hey...maybe Jayne left his hat, I'm sure if it fits his head, it will cover you."

"Haw...doc, I aint' leavin' this shuttle all danglin' and such." Mal quibbled, still searching for something to cover himself.

Mal's eyes fell on the crates that had fallen, and he quickly grabbed a lid off of one of them; moving it quickly to his front, he gazed back at Simon as he left the shuttle.

Gleeful at their besting of Jayne again. Simon chose to make his exit a little more eventful.

***

The crew had been left standing in confusion by Jayne, and his final words of "I'll be in my bunk." Their confusion was broken by a racket as they witnessed their captain stumble out of the shuttle.

With a crash, they saw Mal attempting a quick exit from the shuttle, the only thing between them and the total captain, being a lid off a crate. Mal flashed a half-hearted smile and began inching backward away from them.

Simon jumped out of the shuttle, hoping to catch his embarrassed accomplice off-guard. Throwing off the blanket in complete disregard for who might be there. He belted out.

"I'm too sexy for this shi..."

***

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