AN: After a writers block wore it's ugly head, I was at a blank on *how* to write a sequel, cause as I'm gonna be focusing on the whole crew's experience a long linear sequel just didn't sound right for a continuance, so in the end I decided that I'm gonna divide the sequel into eight parts, one for each crew member's point of view. So treat these eight parts as a puzzle to get the whole picture on the morning after.

AN2: Thank you EA for the beta-helping :) I should just start calling you my beta :P Also thanks to DancingRiver for helping me determine what path I wanted to take.

AN3: If you haven't read "Spin the truth" yet, I suggest for you to do so, otherwize, this will make no sense... Last you saw Mal he was in one of Inara's dresses, wearing make-up, passing out from too many drinks. Btw... I haven't decided exactly the order of people's points of view, so you might get the chapters you want faster if you make requests :P

Mal knew just by the state of his head when he woke up that this was one of his worse hangovers. The only thing he could hear was some high pitched tone, his head was aching, and it just started hurting even more when he opened his eyes, adjusting to the light that was far too bright to be his bunk. His mouth was dry as sand paper. He would give anything for a glass of water, but as he tried getting up, something seemed to be grounding him. Something, or rather someone was holding him down. As he turned around to get a look at the perpitrator, he felt to his horror, himself being pulled close into an embrace by the still sleeping, and very naked mercenary.

Preferring the occational gun showdowns, rather than the old fashioned rough'n tumble, Mal was no match even to a sleeping Jayne's posessiveness. He tried slipping down through the arms and pull free, which resulted in a grunt and his face learning exactly why the nickname man-ape was so fitting. If anyone was to come in...

A high-pitched giggle that was suddenly stiffled, from what he guessed to be a hand covering the mouth, gave him the answer he didn't want. He tried wriggling downwards, as the mercinary's hands were now just holding his head in place, when he felt movement further down.

Oh no, that better not be what he thought it was...

- This is the worst hangover I ever experienced, Mal groaned, clutching his head.

- Look at the bright side, sir. Least you didn' get married this time, Zoe said, carefully eyeing him, barely managing to keep a straight face, while adding. - You didn't get married, right?

- Aw, Mal, Wash chimed in. - You could have invited us, you know. Here I go and make you best man in mine and in return I get no invitation...

- There was no weddin', Mal exclaimed, before his eyes went wide in horror. - ...I think. Niao se dub doo gway you don't think we...

That did it for the pilot and first mate as they had to cling onto each other just to avoid falling over from laughing.

- Come to think of it, Zoe said, semi-sobering from laughter. - Jayne was awfully flirtatious last night.

Horrified by the way this conversation was going, Mal fled the room, as the first mate and pilot started another round of laughter. He froze in his steps as he almost collided with the now awake, but still very naked mercinary. A very uncomfortable silence went over them before they both incoherantly babbled something that was meant to be an excuse to pass each other. Mal could swear he heard Wash say something to Jayne, but he wasn't interessted in finding out what and headed for the infirmary, clutching his hand to his head.

Inventing a new and shiny cuss word, as both the doc and any pain medication he knew was missing, Mal left the infirmary in search for a quiet space to soothe his throbbing head.

He knew he would most likely not be alone as he made his way to the engine room, but as he was in no mood to encounter whatever obsticles that stood between him and his very lonely bunk, he decided that he preferred the cheerful mechanic's company over the rest. As long as she didn't get too bright with him. Then he would probably reconcider it. As he stepped into the room, he stopped worrying. The mechanic was sitting silently in her hammock, clutching a half-full cup of orange juice. On one side was the box of pain killers he had turned the infirmary up-side-down searching for, on the other a so far empty bucket stood. It was very obvious she was as hung over as him.

- Hey there, he said quietly, both for his own and Kaylee's heads sake. - What you up to?

- Hidin'.

- Yeah, Mal muttered, pulling up a stool to sit down next to her. - Me too.

Kaylee was still staring down into her cup, as though it was the most fascinating thing in the 'verse. Mal knew she was simply focusing on something to get her mind of the urge to toss her cookies. He had often found himself doing the exact same thing before.

A couple of minutes later, when he assumed she had gotten back control of her bodily reflexes, she finally looked up to meet his eyes. What he wasn't prepared for was the wide eyed expression and sudden fit of giggles that sent her tipping sideways out of the hammock. The mechanic clutched her head and groaned as the landing made her back ache something fierce, but was still unable to stop laughing. She just lay there sprawled on the ground giggling, and every time she thought that she was finished, she looked up at Mal, and it just started all over again.

Mal stared dumbfoundly at his mechanic as she writhed on the floor in something that seemed to be a mix between grunts of pain and laughter. Adding this to the list over the events that day, River would soon seem the sanest out of them all. Worried as he noticed her hand never seemed to leave her backside, he bent down, offering to help her back to her feet.

- N-no, I... I'm sh... s-shiny, she stuttered.

- Oh, so you're shiny, my mistake, he said, shaking his head. - Care to explain why you actin' all giggly, then?

She bit her lip to hold back her laughter.

- How 'bout you explainin' how you got into that, she said, before laughter once more consumed her.

For the first time that day Mal looked down, eyes widening as he realized what kind of get-up he was in. Ai ya, this day kept getting better and better. He moved and fetched the handheld mirror Kaylee sometimes used to help her see around nooks in the engine. That was when he saw the make-up.

- Wo de ma, he muttered, carefully studying his face. - I... ah... I don' make a very good woman, do I?

- You ain't that bad, Kaylee said, sobering from the laughter. - Jus' different is all.

The combination of head, back and now stomach ache was enough to ground her from laughing. It hurt too damn much now.

- No, lets face it, I look like a sheep on its hind legs.

Kaylee smirked at the chosen words. If she had been a person to hold grudges for long, that comment alone would have made her forgive him for the time he had said those words about her.

- There is a resemblance, she playfully said, eyeing him up and down.

She chuckled as he in responce pretended to be insulted, then pushed herself up to a sitting position.

- Capt'n, you remember much of yesterday?

- Nope, whole day's pretty much a mystery for me, he said, then looked down at himself. - But must've been a pretty interesstin' day.

He then thought back to his interessting wake-up call.

- You know what.., he continued. - I don' think I wanna know. How 'bout you?

- I'd like to remember, but I don'. Would've made whole thing with Simon less confusin'...

- What with the doc, Mal asked, raising his brows.

- Nothin', Kaylee hurriedly answered, blushing.

- Don' sound like nothin', he pushed.

- Just had a confusin' wakin' up is all, she shrugged, then cocked her brows at him. - How 'bout you? What makes ya don' wanna know 'bout yesterday?

- I'm in a dress, wearin' make-up, my whole gorram crew's been laughin' at me all day, Mal said, shuddering as he thought back on the morning. - ...and I think I might'a married Jayne...

Kaylee clenched her mouth shut, in an amused smile. She looked on the verge to start laughing again, but then sighed and shook her head in a mock-lecturing way.

- You never learn, do ya, capt'n?