PHASE ONE - Part Three
Friday, June 1, 2007

Simon gets a clue, but can't tell anyone. Angsty, S/K


Phase One

A/N: Third Part of Four. Enjoy!!!

PHASE ONE: Prologue



Day Twenty Eight.

“Eat… go,” Simon insisted. Enough movement had returned to his hand that he could squeeze hers, and he did so.

“I’m fine,” she murmured, snuggling closer into him. She had barely moved from this position since finding him the night before.

“Need to food.” He frowned. That wasn’t right. “To eat.”

She shushed him softly. “I’m fine, sweetie. I don’t wanna leave ya.”

He turned his head so he could look at her, but his eyes landed on the bottle of medicine. It flashed green in the dull light.

“Kay…” he could barely get her full name out anymore. He hated that… he’d always loved the sound of her name on his lips. Almost as much as he loved the sound of his on hers.

“Yeah?” She smiled encouragingly, patiently.

He took a deep breathe. “Not…don’t….to…have to.” With a loud cry of frustration that shocked Kaylee, he lifted his head and pounded it back against the headboard.

“Simon, don’t, please, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Not care! Hate!

She curled her arm around him protectively. “Shh, please, Simon.”

Simon wished he could tell the incredible woman beside him just how incredible she was. He wished he could apologise for every time he’d hurt her, for every second he’d kept her waiting. He wished he could wrap his arms around her and pull her close, but he didn’t have the strength to lift them anymore.

And he wished he understood why that was. Why yesterday he’d been completely paralysed and today he wasn’t. Why his mind was as bright as ever but his tongue was his own worst enemy.

As a doctor, it made no sense.


Oh, how he loved the sound of her voice.


She kissed the palm of his hand. It tingled pleasantly.

“You don’t gotta talk, darlin’”

“No. Wanna.” Simon stole himself once more. “Don’t deserve... Kaylee.”

She stilled, bewilderment spreading over her face. “What?”

“Too good… don’t deserve.”

Her face was so close to his, and he wanted to lift his lips to meet hers. But he couldn’t.


“I’m sorry.” He smiled ruefully. “Sentence … full.”

She smiled, but still looked concerned. “Simon, you don’t got nothin’ to be sorry for.”

“Upset. And… angry. Because me.”

“No!” She shook her head. “I’m not.”


Kaylee sniffed. “That don’t matter none. Not any more.”

“Why you … wait?”

“’Cos you’re special, silly,”

“No!” His head thrashed weakly from side to side. “I’m sorry….I’m sorry.”

“Shh, Simon…”

“Sorry…so sorry…”

“Simon,” she gasped, her cheeks wet. “Stop it!”

He stopped, meeting her eyes timidly.

“Wouldn’t have survived,” he told her carefully.

Slowly, almost as if she couldn’t believe what she was doing, Kaylee leaned in and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his dry lips.

“Simon,” she breathed against his skin, “if you don’t get through this, I won’t survive.”

Then his lips were on hers again, and she felt them warm beneath her touch. After what could have been minutes and could have been hours, he pulled away softly.



Simon’s stomach twisted nervously. “Need…to… to say.”

“What?” she coaxed, running a finger down his jaw line.

“To tell you…love you,” he said, his face a picture of concentration as he tried to get the important words in right order. “Always …did. Will.”

She smiled, laughing in delight at his expression. “Simon Tam, did you really just say that?”

His heart began to pound. He’d been so sure she felt the same way, but… he shifted nervously. She was smiling, at least.

“Yes,” he said, unsurely.

Her smile only grew. “’Bout time,” she teased, leaning in. “Now, stop lookin’ so worried. I love you too.”

Simon let out a long breath. “Really?”

She kissed him again. “Really.”

Day Thirty

“I’m sorry about this,” Inara said lightly. “Jayne cooked today…” she trailed off, her meaning clear.

Simon smirked. “Bad when… not off food.”

Inara laughed. “Exactly. I can only imagine how horrible it tastes when even good food is disagreeing with you.” She replaced the bowl. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Okay,” Simon said, in same slow and careful tone he used all the time now. “Kaylee?”

“I sent her to sleep,” Inara said. “She’ll be back later, no doubt.”

Simon nodded, glad that someone was looking after her. “River?”

“She’s with the shepherd,” Inara assured him. “And she’s just the same. Quieter than usual, worried about you, but calm enough.”


“So you see,” Inara continued. “We’re looking after River and Kaylee, which leaves you free to look after yourself.” She sobered a little. “In all honesty, Simon, we have no idea what to do. I know you find it hard to speak, but you’re the only one with any medical expertise. Can’t you think of anything that will give us a clue?”

“Don’t…,” Simon said, turning away from her in frustration. As if he hadn’t been wracking his brains all this time! There wasn’t much else he could do, trapped inside…

His eyes landed on the bottle of medicine, and he frowned.

“Green,” he breathed.

Inara moved closer. “What?”

He looked at her. The medicine’s green, he wanted to yell. It’s not supposed to be green. It should be clear. Someone has tampered with my medicine!

“Green!” he said more insistently. With as much force as he could, he lashed out with his arm and knocked the bottle from his bedside table. It fell to the floor and smashed.

“Simon!” Inara gasped, shocked. “What are you…?”

Zoe appeared at the door as Inara stooped to clear the mess.

“It’s okay,” she said. “There’s a few more bottles of that stuff.” She disappeared.

“No,” Simon murmured, but knocking the bottle had taken the last of his energy.

“Shh, Simon,” Inara said, placing her hand on his. “Just sleep, okay.”

Zoe had returned, and was loading up the syringe.


“S’alright, doc,” Zoe said, “here you go…”

Simon tried to jerk his arm away, but Zoe held him steady as she pushed the needle in.

“No…” he breathed, but he couldn’t even keep his eyes open anymore.

Oh come on… you know you wanna comment!

PHASE ONE: Part Four


Friday, June 1, 2007 9:24 AM


Oh this is just getting better and better! I absolutely loved the conversation between Kaylee and Simon in the beginning. I am sooo glad he stopped being a boob and let the words come. She needed to hear them. I also adored Kaylee in this! I'm glad that she won't leave his side.

And of course, why Inara and Zoe won't listen to Simon when he hurls the medicine against the wall is a might puzzling - it isn't as if he's been insane up until now ... still, it's only going to get better - and more angsty! Squee!

Friday, June 1, 2007 9:27 AM


Oh, that was just perfect! Medicating Simon just as he figured it out! Now how will he be able to tell them all what's wrong? You only have 1 chapter left to finish this? It doesn't seem like enough!

It would have been fun, since he couldn't talk right, if he could have written it all down for Kaylee to read - but then, he couldn't move well either! LOL!

Friday, June 1, 2007 9:45 AM


yay Chazzer! What fun!

Friday, June 1, 2007 11:41 AM


>.< ooooh.... I wanna see what happens!

This has been a very good story. I look forward to reading more soon. I wonder why he did noy notice the medicine was green about... I don't know... thirty days ago? ;p

Friday, June 1, 2007 4:50 PM


Best chapter yet. Only one thing can top it; Simon getting better and living. (Or is that two things?)

Friday, June 1, 2007 9:29 PM


No, I think that counts as one.

Please don't kill Simon, he just made a move on Kaylee, he has a reason to live!

Saturday, June 2, 2007 3:27 PM


And the insidious plot just grew even more dark and twisted with that closing Zoe and Inara are gonna feel like go se when the find out they were inadvertently poisoning Simon:(

Brilliant bit of work here, Chazzer! Definitely was all kinds of joyful with Simon's admission to Kaylee...though once again one or both them have to be at death's door for admission to be made;)



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Angst ahoy. Simon and Kaylee need to talk.

Things have to end, one way or the other. Simon takes aim, but can he pull the trigger? Action and Angst.

Vents are useful things. Mal plays the messenger boy, Simon learns how to be intimidating, and Jayne doesn’t take the hint. Big Damn Action ensues.

Regan plants the seed of doubt in Kaylee’s mind, while Jayne, Simon and River hatch a plan. A cunning hat and a girl with a gun? Yeah, this is gonna go great. Meanwhile, Mal rethinks his attitude to Simon.

Kaylee is in Regan Tam’s clutches, but all is not as it seems. River decides to clean up Simon’s mess. Mal clutches at straws, and Jayne clutches his big stick. Serenity has some visitors…and then she has some more.

Mal considers childproofing the ship when he discovers Simon and Jayne are gone. Regan makes some progress and Simon learns what it takes to buy a gun. As always, a little angsty, but not too much.

What’s going on? No one’s quite sure… Simon has some serious regrets and turns to an unusual source for comfort, and Mal is sick of the doctor causing trouble. More angst as the crew is being whittled down. S/K

When Simon has made his mind up on something, there’s no swaying him. And right now, he’s decided to be an idiot. Big Damn Angst, as the crew try to find the missing River.

Some people just can’t catch a break. Jayne thinks Simon had a deprived childhood, Wash is left out, Simon gets to go fishing and Kaylee has been waiting long enough. A little fluff, a little smut, and a whole lot of things going not smooth. R, I guess.

The crew decide to hide while figuring out their next move. Sun, sea and sand … all Kaylee is missing is her boyfriend. Simon is torn and River plays ‘I Spy.’ A good healthy mix of fluff and angst.